Novel & Cerita The Boyz Memes

He leans close, breath warm at my temple, and says, loud enough for the circle nearest us to hear: “You know what we need? Merch. Official merch. ‘ZZ’—Zarek and Zara. Limited run.” A girl at the next table actually laughs, and a boy who rarely looks up from his phone peers over the rim of his screen. Someone whispers “ZZ fan club” and the phrase lands in the cafeteria like a spark on dry grass. The chuckles multiply. I can see Talia’s mouth twist and Jace’s shoulders slump; Atlas’s eyes are hard slits. The more Zarek pushes, the less the whole thing looks like theater. We eat, we joke, we flirt like actors rehearsing their lines. When we stand to leave, someone from the back calls out, half-

“C’mon, Lala”, my best friend Meme begs. “My brother won’t let me go if I don’t bring you along”. Kyle is Meme’s brother, who is two years older than us. Even he knows she’s… Promiscuous is putting it nicely!

They are all sweet talkers until they got what they want. "Haha! Sorry! I think you misinterpreted me. I don't play with girls. It sounds gay. Girls should be love and take care of, not to play and hurt." I was caught off guard. I did not expect that he will say that. Well, I still found him boring so I ignored him but he stays by my side. He does not drink. He just watches me drink. Well! I don't care. I know I'm pretty, so I am worth staring at.

Daddy didn't want any reminders of my shame as he calls it. Now Mindy has been badgering me about going out with her. She knows I'm not allowed but it doesn't stop her from trying every so often. I like hanging out with Mindy, it makes me feel closer to her brother somehow though she never talks about him anymore. In the beginning she'd brought him up every other second but when she realized how much it hurt me she'd stopped. I miss hearing about him but it was just too painful. He was the only boy I'd ever loved. Well boy might be a bit of a stretch. He was twenty-three when I was eighteen. Rumor had it that he was smart but he was drawn to the dark side, fast cars and motorcycles.

Her body is not classified in the short girl category, but standing among these six boys makes her not look too tall for the boys. "You can, give your Line!" murmured the boy was still back to her. "Uaha, y'know Yu is still looking for opportunities in a tight spot," said Rio, who chuckled seeing Yuda's unchanging behavior. "Do you want me or not to tell pickets so— '' "Yes, I want to," Raisa interrupted quickly, mentioning her ID Line even though none of her male friends were given ID Line. BBM, F*, IG, Line, Twitter and other social media he only makes friends with girl friends. Say he is arrogant or the like but that's how he will stay away from criminalization of the liver in the future.

Oat: Did you get along with the boy? He looked angry, aren't you going to talk to him? Me: What do you want? you son of a bitch he left here angry because of you Oat: I don't understand, isn't he just your friend? Why is he jealous of you? Me: He's my friend Oat: but that sounds like boyfriend jealousy Me: No, he is just my friend Oat: Tell us soon, he's not just a friend, is he? is there something going on between you

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

I didn’t have the words to say; not only because I knew they were a lie, but because I just for the life of me could not bring myself to say them for the sake of it. Instead, I rolled my eyes, then shoved my phone into my pocket. Maya gave me a discreet smile, then grabbed me by my arm. “Tell me, who’s the boy making you smile like this?” “B-boy?” I let out a sound that felt and sounded both like a scoff and a chuckle; even though it came out airy and forced. “There’s no b-boy…I just…it was a simple meme; that’s all.” I rolled my eyes for good measure, then shoved my phone into the pocket of my uniform’s skirt. That, however, only seemed to make her even more suspicious.

"Please don't do anything stupid and violent." "Hah, didn't you know?" Jayce flashed a wicked smile. "Stupid and Violent are my middle names."

She didn't even know his age. "I'm 20." "Good, your age mates are getting engaged!" He scoffed, engaged? 21st century? "I'm not interested... And she has a boyfriend." There was a pause. "Touchè, there are still many other girls out there. Come on, you have the looks and the charisma." "I'm not interested." He stated simply. "From your tone, I have a good feeling you have stopped your man whore phase?" He chuckled, stopping to lean against the wall, "I have."