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I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

Whatever. Unknown Pov I walking down the street thinking about my love life when I sighted the girl that Jace was talking about... That he's inlove with eeew, I feel like puking, how can he leave me for a lowlife and a famous girl who I think doesn't even like him. FYI Jace was my ex, well, he left me before he even met that thing, she's lucky she's famous, if not she'd be gone by now.

Ever since the incident went viral, fictional stories written by fans appeared in rapid succession. "Please write one where they're both high school students! Since you can write well, please write as much as you can!" "The exams are over now. When are you going to do a live stream, Madam? Will you feature Mr. Fordham as well? If the two of you appear together, I'm really going to send you a gift this time!" "This is more entertaining than romance novels. Those who called Madam a vixen are all soggy-ass cucumbers!"

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Chapter 15 (Lesbian x Threesome.) Mia’s POV I don’t even know how to start this without sounding like a complete mess. Maybe because I am. Lori and I were walking across the hallway that afternoon with our fingers intertwined as we were laughing loudly about some stupid article in that Teenage magazine she swears by even though I had no interest in them. She said they were something about pastel nails, bbls and the biggest tea about the top power lesbian couples.

“It’s a damn curse. And somehow, I got stuck with the lunatic version.” He stood up, stretching like he’d just finished a successful round of emotional sabotage. “You know, people online think you’re gay,” he said. “You’re always with me, never seen with a woman. Fanfics about us are all over the place.” I gave him a blank stare. “Because I don’t need chaos in my life. Let them write what they want.” He let out a dramatic laugh. “Well, I care. Some of those stories had me worried I’d violated you in your sleep.”