Schoolboy Q Blank Face Lp Novels & Stories

Chelsea said to whoever was outside. "Can I at least come in?" They heard the warm voice ask and as Chelsea opened the door wider for him to enter, they could see a teenage boy with blonde hair and a round cute face. He had small red lips and blue eyes hidden behind a pair of more advanced recommended glasses with black thin rims that gave him the nerd look. To cap it all, he wore a grey sweatshirt with the word "to infinity" written boldly on the chest. He wore baggy pants and white sneakers too.

The whispers finally died down when the entrance door of their school building opened, revealing a tall and handsome youth that looked more radiant as the sun, making their eyes become blind. “Ah! Too bright!” “My eyes!” “I’m willing to be blind just to see him!” The radiant youth Raine Leister frowned his thin and red lips. His fair and smooth skin is taut as his dark eyes chillingly glared at the crowd of the students standing in front of him by their class. His slender arms were crossed on his flat chest, above his right hand is a crest of a yellow sun. It is the student council’s logo.

“Is that what you’re thinking? I have already signed it don’t worry. No need to present tomorrow. I have already called the school and told them that you visited and made me impressed so I did sign the proposal.They believed it. And also, I asked them if you could be excused for a week. They said yes. Your scholarship is saved. I did the favor you want. Now do mine.” Then his large footsteps ate the space between us. Now my shaking got worse! We’re just a meter apart! Dang! He moved so close to my face that I can feel his breath. His eyes intensifies. His lips parted. He licked it and make me shiver. Damn his lips look so soft. I think that’s the only soft feature he has. He looks so hard an

voice and glanced over here. Gu Li is the monitor of the class and a good student of the first ten years, most people will give him a little face. When Qu Yan saw him, he immediately returned to his seat. The boy who had quarreled with Qu Yan also sat down and proudly raised the paper to Qu Yan. Qu Yan hated itchy teeth. The boy smiled triumphantly and then gave the paper to his fellow researchers. Suddenly, a shadow appeared over his head. Brush! The paper in his hand was pumped away.

I heard him question a passerby and I peeled my face from off his chest to gaze at the young kid who seemed like he had just been awarded a scholarship with how his eyes brightened immediately and he nodded his head vigorously in response from where he sat atop his bike. "Cool. Wanna run to the store and grab some paper bags for me?" Adrian questioned him and yet again, the boy who seemed to be about thirteen years of age with bright blue eyes and brown curly hair nodded continuously in response and the next second, he rode off on his bike and we both watched him go till he took the turn far out in the distance.

Night scrolled lazily through them, half-distracted, until his finger stopped on the last page. A face. Not perfect, not posed. A bit awkward, even. But there was something about this boy’s photo that grabbed him—smiley eyes, soft lips, a face still unsure of itself in front of a camera. His expression was nervous but sincere, like he wasn’t pretending to be someone else. His name was listed below in plain black font: Sky — 19 y/o — Mechanical Engineering Student — Newcomer Talent A student? Night blinked. He stared at the photo longer than he should have, dragging the image wider with his fingers to look closer. The boy’s eyes seemed to look right at him. Not through him, but at him. It was

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I said, with a short wave. “Ah, hello!” He waved back. He was thin, but soft around the edges. Bright eyes set in a plain face with jowls that sagged a little at the corners of his mouth. “Just getting ready to head over to the game.” He held up a piece of white cardboard with “Beat Blackburn” written on it with poster paint. “Well, I won’t keep you.” Suddenly a pickup screeched around the corner. Three teenage boys in letter jackets were standing up in the bed howling and laughing.

I didn't know what the heck I was looking for but I was just feeling this surge of energy and I just wanna do something, anything. The first drawer is nearly empty safe for a TV remote control. On the second draw was a picture frame laid face down on the dusty space. I picked it up, interest lacing my senses as I turned it over to find the image of a boy in white and black ink paint. A boy who didn't seem to be older than six. A boy who shared a lot of things with Logan DeAngelo. They shared the same one sided simple, the same sharp chin, the same small eyes that barely seemed visible on this picture as he smiled widely. Even though the picture was black and white, it was easy to see the bla

It was a notification. “Pstar7 just added to their story.” Excited, I clicked on the post—it was a mirror picture of Pstar7 but his face was covered. He’s so tall and looking at his frame, he’s probably handsome too. As I stared at the picture even more, my eyes suddenly caught sight of something under the shirt he was wearing. It was clear and concise and I wasn’t mistaken. It was Fox Lane High’s School Logo. There was no way I wouldn’t recognize the curve of the ‘f’ despite the picture being blur. Suddenly my phone went blank and the screen read, “Picture not available.”