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she stuttered, enough for the latter to nod and proceed to look around the room. "Good, 'coz I won't hesitate coating my hands with your dirty blood." As ge was removing his coat, he began to realize that there's someone missing. "Fuck it!" he crused out loud, startling the young lad. He grab his phone on his pocket and began dialing the camera man's number just to recieved a rejection. It pisses him off to the extent. He's raging to the point he's losing his control. His cameraman run away with the camera and huge money he gave him. Not that those matters, he was concern about his privacy as a BJ.

She sent a photo of herself in her bedroom, covered in blankets, popcorn in her hand, hair tied in a long, slightly rough ponytail. *I'm home chilling. How is it with Alberto? Any good news?* *How about you come over?* Antonio waited, a slight grin playing on his lips, for her reply. But before he could even see her response, his phone buzzed again. This time, it was a call from Detective Miguel. Antonio answered, his tone immediately serious. "We got them," Miguel's voice was tight with controlled excitement. "They tried to confirm the arrest, just like we thought. We got the plates, and we're running them now. We'll know who these guys are soon."

Quickly, I swiped on the screen, picking up the call and yelling all day once. "Help, kidnappers, a scorpion tattoo, Ronald Jote, Oakville police, kidnappers, I’m in their car. I'm-" That was all I managed to get out before I got punched in the face, the force of the punch making my head spin before everything turned black.

After a few days, I became normal. Whenever he saw me, he ignored me... so did I. Jessie and Kyle apologized to me and I forgave them. I just didn't want to keep grudges against anyone. I got detention again cuz I was late. I was bending on my books when a voice interrupted me. "Hey" it was Shuzaat, I gave him a fake smile. "Detention....?" He laughed. "I was late..." I made a frown face.

I called out each and every teacher, analyzed their teaching methods and in short publicly announced why they all sucked. How they found out I owned the blogsite was beyond me but I guess I brought it on myself for not coming up with something more original than TaylorWrites. Take notes future me. Anyways, Principal Alderman called me to her office and gave me detention for my entire sophomore year - the longest detention sentence ever given in the history of Little Wood High, not that I'm proud of myself for that. My parents confiscated my laptop and grounded me during the summer holidays. It did not help my sanity, if any of you were wondering.

Soon the identity of the clean-cut guy was exposed - his name was Tyler Morrison. Within no time, that name was all over the internet. #TylerMorrison started trending on every social media platform. Tyler knew for sure that I was behind digging this up and spreading it online. The video had been recorded by one of his "friends" and somehow found its way to my people. He was drowning in hate comments from netizens. "Tyler Morrison is a sick freak!" His phone buzzed constantly with notifications. His social media accounts were flooded with angry messages and death threats.

Just this hole that kept getting bigger. “One week’s worth of detentions!” Detention. Mr Patrick. That was who she needed to see. He could do whatever magic he did in her head and tell her what was wrong and what was going on. She didn’t wait for class to finish. The coach shouted and insulted her the whole time as she walked out. It would have been epic if she could have stormed out and then slammed the door, but she was moving so slowly that the coach’s insults had run out long before she made it to the door. When she picked her stuff up from the locker room and finally made it to detention, she wasn’t early; she was just on time.

How do you apologize for something you did years ago as a stupid teenage boy looking to impress his friend and protect his crush? I pulled the key from the ignition after killing the engine, before heading out of the car, the sound of Damien also pulling his door open and stepping out to grab a now fast asleep Nora. “Please, tell me those ducks wouldn’t find their way to me again.” He fixes me with a heated glare; his question takes me back to a couple of hours earlier, before we left for the club. He had to literally jump on the car roof to escape while I distracted them to the pond, before we could finally leave. “I don’t think they’re even awake at this time…..Marcus should have fed them

I hated his gut, and if the supervisor wasn’t there, I would have punched him hard on that perfect dentition of his, so I sat back down, and he smiled then turned back. “You two better get along with each other; otherwise, you will be attending summer classes and extracurriculars till you become besties." “No with him,” I rebuffed. “You say what, young man?” Before I could repeat what I had said, the door opened, and Joan walked into the room. "I guess you guys now have a new partner here in detention.”

There weren't many people here today. Since I took many days off (which no one in the house knows, I whine a lot to make them believe I'm having a hard time in school by being a good student but that was all a lie spun by me) To be honest, I had so many detentions. Eventually, the people who spent time in the detention room became my friends. In that line, Julian, Carlos and Gia became close to me and became my detention room friends. Even though they're my seniors in the business school, we're all the same age and it was easy to be friends with them for me.