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The jock only falls for the nerd in movies right???? Asher Prince is the star quarterback of Waterford High and as his last name suggests, he's treated like literal royalty. The golden boy at school and the only child to wealthy parents, Asher never had to fight or struggle to get anywhere in life. But every golden boy has a secret to hide... It's senior year and he's put under more pressure to succeed and win, but his grades are slipping with each passing class. His teachers suggest he get a tutor, and with his father literally holding his future in his hands, Asher has no choice but to relent. Enter Liam Marsh. Valedictorian, top of every class and already accepted into three Ivy League schools. He seems like the perfect tutor, but there's one problem… Liam is gay and very much out of the closet. He's also constantly bullied and pushed around by Asher's peers. But Liam never lets anything get him down. With time ticking out and his future in the balance, will Asher make a choice that would benefit his future or give in to peer pressure and reject Liam's help out of fear of being ostracized? ***PLEASE NOTE: Although this is a work of fiction it is based on how teenagers would react to certain situations. There are a lot of homophobic slurs and cussing in this novel, so please do not read this if you are easily triggered.***

It's Thanksgiving, and I'm waiting for Zeke Jones to come home after cooking up an extravagant meal. When Zeke returns, he doesn't even glance at the meal I've prepared for him. Instead, he proceeds to pack a bag. "I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you this year," he says. I take another bite of my turkey and say nothing. At the stroke of midnight, Zeke's first love posts a new photo on her social media page. In the photo, she's lying on Zeke's back with a bright smile on her face. The moon outside the window is bright. "Happy to spend Thanksgiving with good company," her caption reads. Instead of hysterically questioning Zeke about the post, I just tap on the "like" button without reacting in any way. Zeke calls me. His voice sounds panicked as he tries to explain himself. "Please don't misinterpret the post. I will definitely spend Thanksgiving with you next year…" I freeze for a few moments, letting out a small laugh. I don't offer him a reply. Next time, he says? Oh, Zeke, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.

เท่าไหร่..ถ้าคืนนี้ คุณจะไปกับฉัน ******************* "ถ้าบอกว่าติดใจล่ะ คุณจะรับเลี้ยงดูผมเป็นรายเดือนไหม" คนรูปหล่อตรงหน้าใช้สายตาที่เต็มไปด้วยความปรารถนาร้อนแรงมองเธอจนใบหน้าเห่อร้อนวูบวาบไปหมด แต่สาวมั่นกลับเชิดหน้าขึ้นเล็กน้อยปิดบังอาการประหม่า "เสียใจค่ะ ฉันไม่นิยมเลี้ยงเด็ก" "ถ้างั้นผมเลี้ยงคุณแทนก็ได้ มาอยู่กับผมไหม" ทั้งสายตาและน้ำเสียงของเขาทำเอาหัวใจดวงน้อยเต้นกระหน่ำ ภาพความวาบหวามระหว่างเธอกับเขาฉายชัดเข้ามาในสมองเป็นฉากๆ บ้าจริง แค่มีอะไรกับเขาเพียงคืนเดียว ผู้ชายบ้าๆ นี่กลับมีอิทธิพลต่อความรู้สึกของเธอขนาดนี้เชียวหรือ "ฉันไม่ใช่เด็กโฮสต์แบบคุณนะ จะรับเลี้ยงฉันในฐานะอะไร" "ก็เมียไงครับ เมียของผม" คำโปรย : เท่าไหร่..ถ้าคืนนี้ คุณจะไปกับฉัน..

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