My Stud Romane & Geschichten

He pulls me from my thoughts as his hand strokes up my hip to my waist. “I... I was... I want to,” I hesitated, meeting his searching gaze before offering a friendly smile. “You see, I’m an excellent student at Silver Moon University, specializing in investing. If you lend me a sum of money, I can help you double it. I can be valuable to you,” I explained as I quickly got up from his lap.

We never got a chance to do it before because Blake was always busy with football practice, but this time might be different. "Wow, I don't feel absolutely left out, don't mind me," Gabe interjected. "Shush Serrano, we'll talk once you're man enough to ask that girl out," Hallee waved her hand carelessly at Gabe before turning to us and said, "So, lover birds, whaddaya say? "Can't Hals, sorry. I got a study date for tonight," I replied. "Study date?" "Yeah, Judah's gonna study and do make up work for his classes, and I'm gonna finish that stinkin' college essay," I looked over at Judah who was giving me his winning smile. “We’re gonna our shit together,” I announced proudly.

I have to climb two floors to arrive to my class. I am Lilibeth Kolton, a 2nd-grade student at Fonton Senior High School, majoring in social studies, I'm not that pretty actually...not at all! I am only 160 cm tall, my face is not that great, my nose is not that pointed, my lips are not thick, my front and rear bumpers are minimal, and my brain is so-so. There should be no reason Mr. Harold said that to me! Or is he just testing me?? Or… a prank! Wow, if that's true, he has the heart! Note the sarcasm!

I decided to type back a reply without causing any more scenes. Me: no thanks. I'm trying to study. He reads it instantly and starts typing. This is gonna be a really long conversation.... Pat: that's boring. Come on, we broke up and that's fine. Can't we be friends at least? Me: I have to study, Patrick. Pat: this is just the beginning of the term, kitty. What are you studying for? Angrily, I typed back. Me: stop calling me that! And I need to pick up my grades so if you don't mind, I'm studying.

He just needs to cut it off. I aimed for a leg. It serves as a foundation, and I’m sure he’ll go to his feet if I hit one. Which one? Left or right? When I was a little girl, four years ago, I always walk to school and pass a taekwondo studio. At four o’clock every Friday, I always see young men come in and out of the studio. Through the glass walls, I watch them fight. It caused me two years to study their movements, techniques, etc.

I saw bas burn had different reactions on their faces at what I said. “Asking why? Finally because of you, I was able to defend myself for the very first time after how many years I was studying here.” After I said that, I left the area with heavy mood I was carrying on my chest. Hopefully, in my self -defense, I will not be a victim of bullying anymore. I wish, I could be a normal student who can continue study without anyone disgusting everytime. _ _ _

At last, I ended up looking at him. He wasn't there. This guy gives me chills and shivery feelings which I couldn't understand at that moment. But, that has nothing to do with me unless he doesn't mess with me. Library? What library? Now my whole studying mind was ruined over the mess. It would be better if I go back to the company. I had some classes but I had no urge to study. Sometimes, I think why should I even study? For what? I can read a whole book in some seconds, what is the use of studying?

IKHLAS POV. Studying is a combination of study and dying, I studied and I feel like am dying. I have been having serious headache, body weakness and loss of Appetite lately but I won't allow it to weigh me down. We need to pass that exam even if it means giving it whatever it takes. I can't even tell Hanny cause she is definitely going to seize all my books and force me to rest, I don't really think I have time for rest, The timetable doesn't even have much intervals.

1st Day At Camp School Voices. Stares. Hands pointing in my direction. And ridiculous laughter. ‘What’s going on?’ I murmur in my head but keep walking down the pebbled walkway that leads to the classrooms. Today is my first day at Study Lab and I'm both nervous and curious to know what’s in it for me. Today, I don't get to see Mr. Enzo since we aren't having his course, Advanced Biology. Frankly, I look forward to weekends, and the moments I get to corner him for my nasty plans.

“You have fifteen minutes. Start now.” My heart skips. This is so surreal. How the hell am I supposed to study like this? I’m fidgety and aroused and feel vulnerable as hell—naked, caged, plugged, with Marcus standing behind me like a strict teacher who could punish me any second. My hands shake as I grip the edges of the book. I try to focus. I really do.