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"You always say that, but your promises mean nothing." I just touched my nose and kept quiet. Then, a phone call interrupted us. I frowned as I answered. It was about a problem with an overseas project that needed fixing. However, where could I find a laptop now? Shane frowned too. Suddenly, I remembered there was a keyboard and a laptop in the trunk. I thought I would not need them again after making a certain someone so mad. It turned out I needed them right now. There was nothing I could do. We were at Shane's house, so we had to sort things out there.

Atlantic High. A school for dickheads and whores. Only a few of those rich kids didn't have a screw or two loose from their heads. The rest were full of themselves and knowing that I was in a country like Nigeria, where they could even burn off a gay person, I had kept my secret from everyone.

Life was so unfair, Becky knew that now. How was she supposed to look at him? Right from the start of her day, the universe had been against her getting the job. They taunted her at home, then delayed her, and now, brought him to her. He was seated in the center of the table at the front, and that could only mean one thing. He was a boss-maybe even the boss. Just two words, and she would be chased out of the building like the shameless slut she already felt like.

I heard from the pups that those two argued every day about money, fighting over scraps of food like animals. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. If they ever crossed a line, I'd handle it as a representative of the league.

FROM: MAMA Vera, my child, this is urgent, please come home for a while. I immediately stood up as I read and processed the content of Mama’s message to me. What could have happened? --

Jill sighed and flick his forehead. “Ouches, what was that?” He covered his forehead, he looked at Jill like a cute kitten tearing up. She couldn’t resist his cuteness and simply cooldown. The girl pouted and said, “This isn’t America, a lot of people are thickhead and culture centered. I know you can take the criticism, but it’s not the same level Anastasia would get.”

We just laugh it off because we can't do anything about it, especially if we're only compatible as friends and nothing more. My attention shifted to my cellphone when it rang. Seriously, who would disturb me at this hour? It was a text from an unknown number. I furrowed my brows, who's this? From: +639********* You have 50 MB left in your VIDEO EVERY DAY today. Redeem your favorite GIGA promo with your GigaPoints in the GigaLife App! smrt.ph/GigaLifeApp

Frank plopped her onto his back and led us out of the room. "How long will this trip be?" I asked Frank when we had settled in the moving vehicle with Bee sleeping in the back seat. "It's seven p.m, I don't want us out on the road when it's too dark." "We wil be fine, it's only two hours and we will do fine." The vehicle was a huge bus with half of the seats gone and I'd given to sit in the front spaces. It was after a few moments of silence that I decided to suggest the most unthinkable. "Hey I don't think we have had car sex before, should we break our own record?"

He finished by looking at us; Seth, me and my brothers. We are all silent, every one of us is quietly absorbing what they just revealed to us. This world keeps surprising me, and I believe it surprises us all. If what they just told us is true, the fight has just begun. * ~~~~~~~ **** ~~~~~~~ *

Only his face remained clean and unmarred, a stark contrast to the rest of his body. He asked woefully, "Why don't you want me, Ms. Wyndham?"