Q The Boyz Novels & Stories

In the town of Knoxville, I drive my scooter to Katha's house and her mom greeted me. "What a pretty girl, this is my gift for you, Katha talked about you, being 18 is a prime year, don't you ever have a boyfriend?" I felt that my soul left me. "No, I love girls, I mean I prioritize friendship over boys because they're womanizer and cunning--like to make babies" then mother Theresa was shocked and laughed hysterically even Cesar laughed hard without realizing it.

"That would be nice but save yourself first don't worry about me, as long as you stay alive, that is enough, then I know that this moment didn't go to waste." Taking a closer look at the boy, Jamie saw he wasn't so bad, maybe living with a bunch of psychos has affected him in some way but he was still a boy, a very innocent one at that and one he was certain would love to live a life just like every other normal teenage boy. "What is your name?" "Boiy." "Boy?" Jamie asked. He laughed, "it is spelled. B.O.I.Y." "Sounds like Boy." Jamie laughed with him.

"I said —" "I heard you." Rhett crossed the room in three steps. "Say it again." Cole stood up. Eleanor said boys in a voice that meant she was already exhausted by what was about to happen. Gerald did nothing, which told me everything about Gerald. Liam shoved Rhett's shoulder. Actually shoved him. Rhett didn't move. Didn't even rock back. He just looked at Liam's hand on his shoulder and then at Liam's face with an expression that said: that's the best you have?

I assured her softly. “Nice one” a voice suddenly echoed behind me with an applaud. When I turned to look who it was, it was the gang leader. I fixed my gaze on the young handsome boy whose innocent look, was altered by the tattoos that embroidered his body. He had a pistol under his right arm pit, and on his left shoulder was his white T-shirt which was stained with blood. Picking the T-shirt on his shoulder, he used it to dab the blood flowing down his lips. “Impressive boy, but I'm proud to tell you that you messed with the wrong gang, and for that you are going to pay for it”

Ethan said. They just sat right under the tree and observed people walking around. Some are running, some are eating their lunch, and some are just like them, resting. Ethan heard his phone made a sound, and he checked it, and there was a notification. Chrystyn asked, "What's that?" "I don't know. It keeps vibrating, and there are many notifications." He checked all of that; these notifications were tags, and these tags only led to one post. Boy's love in the comfort room!!! We don't have the chance to see them, but we all know that this shoe here belongs to Troye. Who's with him? Who's the mystery guy???

confused as we were, she continued to explain. "The cafeteria is the most crucial area in the entire school. We have everybody here. We've got the Social Butterflies, The Divas aka the Prom Queens, The Sports Club, The Academic Team, The Theater Group, and the worst of them all. The playboys beware of the playboys. The playboys have this procedure of using and dumping girls. For instance, you see that guy in the middle that's surrounded by girls that's Jamie. He's the leader of the playboys. I heard if he doesn't get what he wants, his friends will bully you until you do what he says.

When we stand to leave, someone from the back calls out, half-mocking, and half-admiring, “Hey! ZZ merch for sale? I want one!” Zarek bows, ridiculous and regal, and shouts, “Limited! Only five made!” The cafeteria roars; the sound is a tide that lifts us, and shields us. It feels like a victory. It also feels like drowning. Later, at the corridor, Kai slips up beside me. He’s a tick—small, annoying, and persistent. When the crowd thins, his face leans close enough to my ear that I smell his cheap cologne. “You making a habit of collecting hearts?” he murmurs, smiling sharply. “Or is this another one of those attention stunts? You always did love a good audience.”

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ "Hey, Fratello!" He turned back to see who the owner of the unfamiliar voice was. He just took the last stairs off the civil engineering department building. He was hungry, he wanted to visit the bar Marino had told him about that was somewhere in the school. He had checked it on the map and it was a trekkable distance. He adjusted his bag over his shoulders, tapping his sneaker clad foot on the ground impatiently. "Scusa." The boy, his agemate but with softer features that made him look younger, panted out when he reached him after practically flying down the stairs.

"Thank you precious girl he's perfect, you're perfect." THE END

I open my eyes and surely enough, Mike is standing there with two of his cronies backing him up. Mike is the school’s jock and let me tell you he can’t get any more stereotypical. He dates the head cheerleader, who happens to be a bitch, and likes to bully the outcast crowd. And like any typical bully, he has to have what I like to call his ‘bitches’ back him up. I mean, he already towers over me, do you really need the backup dude?