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thinking about him, his last name, I didn't know it before now, 'Fenrir', it sounds so familiar, but why? Once I managed to finish off the rest of the day I was walking out of the school with Addy, Madison, Cory, and Cody. Cory and Cody are twin but look nothing alike, I've had the biggest crush on Cody since I was like 10, well I did, he never gave me the butterflies the way that Andrew seems to, but that could just be because of how new it all is, or maybe just nerves. Cody had his arm draped over my shoulder when he suddenly stopped walking, I stopped as well but I was just following his lead as I was looking down at my phone.

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

I needed a bath, some sleep, and maybe a brain reset. My phone buzzed in the cup holder. Zuki glanced down lazily, then her eyes narrowed. “Who is Sugar Crush?” My heart tripped. The name “Sugar Crush” glowed on the screen. I snatched the phone so fast I almost hit the horn. “No one.” “Your ‘no one’ is calling.” I swallowed and, without thinking, slid my fingers through my hair, fluffing it a little. I straightened my glasses. My back suddenly felt too stiff so I sat up straighter.

he asks. “Sort of,” I answer. “But not quite.” He squints at me for a moment, thinking. Then realization dawns on his face. “Ohhh! You’re that internet girl. That influencer. Vanessa Cherry!” he bursts out. I smile. “That’s me.” “Oh shit. You were in Costa Rica just last week, and now you’re here. What’s next? Bali or south of France?” he goads me. “Not sure yet,” I answer truthfully.

“Lucy and I, Neo Biggs, were once best friends. Many times, other students thought we were in a romantic relationship and this relayed my confidence to ask her out. Even though she declined, I still provided her with support in comprehending mathematical problems due to my brother’s expertise in calculus. I made sure Lucy got better at mathematics. By encouraging her to study more, she was able to surpass me in class and even received recognition for her exceptional performance among her classmates during her first year of high school. But, as soon as Micheal transferred to our school, Lucy started to care for less. She stopped studying with me and Micheal’s hobby became her hobby too.” “Yo,

While contacting my mother in Boston would clearly be useless and only make her worry, I suddenly realized that I might not have any friends. I sat silently, staring at my phone screen. My phone battery was down to five percent. Great! I needed to borrow a charger cable, but the police hadn't arrived yet. My hands rubbed my throbbing forehead. Suddenly, I heard an imaginary whisper urging me to contact Laird. "No way," I whispered to myself. Would he help me? Besides, since earlier, he hadn't replied to my messages or answered my calls. I hadn't tried again, but among all my contacts, he was the only one online ten minutes ago.

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With that, he gave me a cold look, then turned and walked back into Fiona’s hospital room without looking back. My heart froze as his cold back disappeared. I heard him gently comfort Fiona. I could not believe Nigel thought I was a bad person, even though he had no proof at all. I rubbed my sore eyes and was about to leave when Jora came out. She leaned close to me with a smug smile. “So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.”

He smiled wide, like the sun. “Hi. I’m Ken. You never gave me your name… so I came to get it. And to ask why you left me.” “I… I’m sorry I left like that,” I lied, moving to sit behind my desk. “Something came up.” “I’m Cristopher. But my friends call me Cris.” “Cris,” he repeated slowly. “That’s a nice name.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on both hands atop the desk. His scent was intoxicating. His full lips made it hard to focus.