Kick Buttowski Fanart の小説・ストーリー

Here, you have to be professional right away so you don't waste anyone's time. Jakub went on his other social media account, the one where he pretended to be a fan to secretly direct the movements of other fans. He was officially the unofficial liaison between the star and his fans - or was it the other way around? Everyone knew that he always had good information, always firsthand. There was a private message waiting for him on his account from Keyboard Warrior 00880, a message that said one of Brylski's friends from years past had his dirty secret to sell.

"Just being the common fuckboy, babe." "Good morning, students! Are we ready to read some papers?" There was a loud, collective sound of groans, making the teacher laugh. He chose two people to go first, giving everyone else hope that they wouldn't have to read today. As the one person started to read aloud the biography of their partner, Connor chose to continue his fuckboy act. He placed his hand on my thigh, which resulted in me pushing his arm away. Then he went on to scoot his chair closer to mine, and I figured if I did something about this, I'd get in trouble.

Our lips are so close that I can feel his breath on my cheeks; he’s about to kiss me, and I’m going to let him. “Fucking idiot!” I hear behind Stefan, snapping me out of whatever trance he put me under, and we turn to see where the commotion was coming from. Konstantin seems to be in a fistfight with another Beta, the one from a DC biker gang. “You’re dead, Volkov. You and your entire pack.” The biker warns, his eyes glowing silver and his claws drawn.