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is there something you not telling me ? I look at him now suspicious " like what baby ?" he grabs the staring wheel harder " like you not selling drugs are you ? you in college?" Of course not baby I am not selling drugs " we get to the Millers in record time. He drops me by the gate before I can say anything he takes off in speed I get the feeling he's lying to me he's studying chemical engineering he's not selling drugs.

he said while disconnecting the call. "Swara, I know after this you would hate me more but I have no other ways left to keep you with me. I recorded the video when I kissed you. I knew your gold digger step mother would definitely throw you out of your house after watching that video. And then you will have no other option left. You will come to me. I am the one who broke you and I will be the one to fix you," Sanskar said to himself. ♡♡♡

Horrible things happened. Walking into my cabin, the lights were off, I wonder who turned them off. As I turned it on, I saw Jeffery smooching a man, did I mention that Jeffery is gay? "What the hell are you doing here Tara?" Jeff panicked I instantly turned around and used my file to cover my view "What am I doing here?" I questioned, "This is my cabin and how many times do I have to tell you that there is no smooching or kissing in the office, it’s highly unprofessional."

] [And since we're already broken up, you have no right to even say something like you're disappointed in me. I sent the message, then tapped open my contact and blocked the number. The screen went dark and I went back to scrubbing the sheets. The next morning, my phone woke me up by vibrating more than a dozen times. Still half asleep, I opened it and found a long string of messages from my roommates, with a link at the top. The headline read: [Shocking news! The truth about Central University's wealthy heiress and her maid! Is the girl always beside Sophie an impostor?]

(Lauren) After what seemed like hours, it was finally our time to order. "Hello, what will you like, sweet or salty popcorn!" We look at each other... "Well because we're about to watch a horror movie, there's no point on getting something sweet, it's not like we'll be able to fell the sweetness!" We nod our head and decided to get the salty ones. TIME SKIP- 2 AND A HALF HOURS LATER The movie wasn't as scary as I thought but Lauren and Jay almost fainted, these two are so similar. "Laury, you know the part when they were in the forest? It was so nerve taking! I thought they were about to die any minute!" (Jay)

I snap up a handful and toss some in my mouth as the review of the last episode plays and the credits roll. Adult language. Adult situations. Brief nudity. That's what the parental ratings warn us of. It is so, so wrong.

“I’m not.” He reached out and tucked a strand of my brown hair behind my ear, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Break the rules even once, and I’ll read your filthy letter out loud to the entire school. I’ll make sure Conrad and everyone else knows exactly what kind of dirty thoughts you have about him.” My stomach dropped. The thought of Conrad—or worse, the whole school—reading what I wrote made me feel physically sick. “You can’t be serious…” I whispered. “Oh, I’m very serious, kitty cat.” His eyes locked onto mine, intense and unwavering. “Two months. Total obedience. In return, I’ll destroy the letter right in front of you when it’s over.”

I think my enthusiasm was evident because Sam raised his eyebrows at me and asked, "What happened to you, bro? Did you get laid yesterday?" I scrunched up my nose in disgust. "I am not a fuckboy like you. I don't use girls. I don't know why I'm even friends with someone like you." I said, shaking my head. "Same," Brian said. Sam chuckled and slapped my arm. His slaps are deadly, I tell you. "Ow! Don't do that." I said as rubbed my arm which he had slapped. "You two love me and you two also need to grow up! You are seventeen and still not had sex!" He gave me a disbelieving look.

Just as I was about to push the door to the nursing room open, Conan grabbed the handle and stopped me from opening it. His voice was cold and icy as he gritted through clenched teeth at the air hostess nearby, "Anyone on the plane with young children can use this room—except Ms. Lockhart. She is forbidden from it."