Romans & histoires Sometimes The Side Chick Ain't Even A Chick

Benson asked him an expression that said what the f*ck written all over his face. “Yes Benson. You know choo choo train, Thomas and the tank engine train” Sid shrugged at Benson. “You know what Sid you’re a genius” I said kissing the top of his head while I chuckled. “Eww Jake cooties” Sid shouted as he pretended to swat the top of his head earing a laugh out of everyone present.

He can understand me better than myself because I created him in my imagination. "Mary, I'm just an imaginary friend. I'm real!" Angel tried to convince me one day. "Of course, you are! You're not a ghost so it means you're imaginary." I told him. During that time, I'm already in college and studying Psychology. It's the major that I can relate to the most. Yeah, I started to think that I'm a crazy person who sees the other side. That's why I don't feel I belong because I have a mental issue. That's why I can see Angel clear as day.

Who knew what it looked like now? She exhaled and rested a hand on her lower abdomen. If Wesley hadn't cheated. If they'd had a baby together. Maybe things would've worked out. Too bad he'd ruined it. Her phone buzzed with a notification: [Cheswick Tech stock plummets. Founder Wesley Cheswick spotted drunk on the street.] The photo showed Wesley outside the company building, scruffy, eyes glassy. She stared for three seconds. Then she locked the screen and tossed the phone aside.

"No wonder Sharon spoils you so much. You little rascal—you really know how to talk. She didn't dote on you for nothing." Then she threw a sideways glance at Theo. "Unlike a certain ungrateful mutt—no matter how well you treat them, they always end up siding with outsiders." Matty blinked. "Why do they do that?" Wendy gave a dramatic sigh. "Maybe they're just... sick in the head. Always chasing after the ones who treat them like dirt. Oh wait—my bad. Maybe it's some kind of masochistic tendency." Nate, fuming, couldn't hold back any longer. "Wow, look at this—'making history,' huh? More like setting a record for dead last!"

I said at the same time stroking him. "That's a chick, Trix, not a chicken." Shtangina also retaliated the gay! "Chick, what did I say?!" Is it a chick that I said? Right?! "Chicken." "Oyy Ken, you're wrong, that's a chick, not a chicken, don't worry about it." "Don't change the subject, Trix."

His voice drops a little, teasing, “Though you know… Rollie might get jealous of you and me hanging out. Since I am bi...and I find you extremely attractive.” I nearly choke on my wine before bursting into laughter. “Oh, no, no, no! I would never allow that to happen. Rollie is amazing and beautiful inside and out. And besides…” My tone sharpens, humor edged with memory. “I learned my lesson about being somebody’s side chick years ago. That door is locked, bolted, and burned.” Nia cackles beside me. “Ain’t that the truth!”

But what I heard next caused me to freeze on the spot. "Ladies and gentlemen, here's the side chick that I'll be dealing with today! Don't worry, I have friends keeping guard outside, so no one will be saving her even if she screams her lungs out!" Side chick? Since when was I anyone's side chick? Besides, this lady sounded like the live-streamer, Brianna, that I'd been watching on my way here! I shouted out through the door and explained, "You've got the wrong person! I'm no side chick!"

the first drawled, her voice dripping with amusement, “a freshman trying to be bold.” “Oh no, Clarissa has found herself another unlucky freshman again.” Someone whispered behind me. “Right, Clarissa and Sasha are the worst, this is going to be messy.” Another said, and my heart leaped to my throat. No, Kiara cannot fall into the hands of this bullys. “Let me through,” I said, pushing against the crowd. “Why try this hard freshman? Do you not know your place?” “Excuse me?” I heard Kiara's voice.

No one dared approach her. She pointed at Lacey and snarled, "Are you proud of being a side chick? Do you get off on chasing after a taken man? Does being with 'someone else's partner' give you a thrill? Well, listen up—it's pathetic. Don't show your face before me again, or I'll slap you each time I see you!" She stood with her back straight, trying hard to hold her head high. However, something started feeling off with her. She didn't know whether it was because she'd moved too abruptly or because she was too emotional—pain shot through her, starting from her belly.

"What part of I haven't kissed, you don't understand?" It was useless, a waste of time, and my patience was long overdue on the subject. "Right.” Nick recalled, "then I'll teach you.” he replied with a shrug. If something like this had happened to another person and I had listened to it, I’d definitely find myself on the ground laughing, but no, as always, this kind of thing could only happen to the chubby guy... "Um... I didn't know you were playing for the other side, Nick.” I replied with something beyond discomfort.