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He kisses her as she nods and grins into the smile. I leaver her room and head to mine to change out of my sweat set and put on my white butterfly bikini. That Josie loves knowing she has the matching one but with stars on it. We have this thing between the four girls with our symbol I guess. Me a butterfly. Josie a star. Sutton a dragon. Addison a flower. They have never changed, but we have them in the four in pretty much everything. A bikini, mugs, phone cases, wine glasses, tee shirts. That are all very modern and classy. We love them they represent each of us perfectly.

My classmates were talking about Michelle's party when I entered. "The party was crazily interesting. We all had a very good time." "Ehn na. The people that missed those parties don't even know what they missed." That was Amina, the most stupid girl in the history of Lakeview. Four girls entered the classroom at once, Fola, Fade, Mariam and Janet. They call themselves the fantastic four. They're always everywhere though. They think they're the most popular girls group in the school and the class beauties headlined by Amina, Michelle, Shola and Salawa was always competing with them for that. We have other two groups among the girls of Lakeview of our set, the fabulous five and the P4, Pelumi,

“It sucks not having any single guy friends or brothers to go to parties with me.” “So,” I started, “will you go on a date with Lachlan ‘Buffy’ McDuff?” She groaned. “I guess. It’s not like I have anything better to do.” “Aw, don’t sell yourself short,” I teased. “There’s always Liam, Michael, and Ross. Did you name the others?” “Maybe,” she said coyly. “I guess I could call the butt plug, Jimmy.” I laughed at that one. “Do I make you feel good?”

Dove gasped in surprise. She did not believe that Clara would find Marble here. Clara continued to stare at the boy beside the table. She wished to know all the information about this person. She must get her Marble back. Suddenly, Clara turned to continue eating hotpot, not daring to look at the table anymore. She did not expect that the person sitting with that guy was Chris - her ex-boyfriend from high school.

“Sure, I listened to your thirty minutes long lecture about this app.” She rolled her eyes and took a bite from her apple, winking at me and her face filled with so much amusement. I took a bite from my own apple and smiled all her., my whole body getting the jittery feeling. I went to a preview of my profile picture and saw the set up. It was fake but it was solid. I used my real pictures but they were taken in such a way that I looked older and more mature. I scrolled through my friends list and most of them were women who were slightly older than i am or men who were also slightly older than I was.

With his shaggy brown curls framing his face, he was that guy who could be either your best friend or your best lay. Since I did have Layton in my life, I decided immediately that I was adopting Craig from Layton as my male best friend. Both of the men had a good laugh when I told them that earlier, but Craig slung his arm around my shoulders and with a wide grin, told me he agreed to become my newest, bestest friend. His words. In my opinion, Layton was by far the hottest, sexiest guy on planet earth. No one held a candle or even a wick against him, but Craig came in a close second. I was now the proud possessor of the sexiest boyfriend and the second hottest male best friend.

The words I typed would make me laugh on another day, but I needed to be prepared. Me: Do you have any male friends who might be willing to play pretend? Go on a fake date? Just a few times. Joe: lol Me: I’m serious. I’ll pay. Joe: lol. I don’t but I know someone who might. In a few minutes, my phone chimed with pictures of two guys. We spent a few minutes discussing them, and I settled for Hank. He was the exact opposite of Waylen. Black hair and blue eyes. No mustache or any form of beard. He also looked taller and more muscular than Waylen. That was an advantage in case I needed someone to kick Waylen’s ass.

One of them — tall, dark-skinned, effortlessly stylish — flashes a grin that’s part warm welcome, part finally, she’s here. “Emilia, right? I’m Fareeda, Aarav’s wife.” She gestures toward one of the few teammates of Liam’s I actually remembered by name — Aarav, who’s currently letting two kids climb his back like he’s a human jungle gym. Beside him, Dante lounges in a lawn chair with a paper plate stacked high with BBQ, lazily shouting encouragement like a man who has zero intention of moving unless food falls from the sky. Fareeda leans in conspiratorially. “I’m also the unofficial WAG committee chair. Translation: everyone else dodges the group chat and I end up planning the parties. Welco

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