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she was saying this since he wouldn't open the door and let her go. He stops what he was doing and gave her a stare, he was probably in disbelief that she wanted to go back to that place. He thought for a second if he should let her go back but didn't know how to, she wasn't going to listen to him. That area she lived in was a home for thugs, how did she even choose that place he wondered what could be done and finally comes up with an idea.

“Okay. My favorite color is blue. I like waist chains and anklets—” “I know,” Trevor interrupted calmly. Claudia blinked. “Really?” Trevor didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned back slightly, his voice suddenly shifting into something precise. “You like Doja Cat. Your favorite food is fried chicken sandwich and macaroni cheese. You like chocolate waffles. You hate rainy days because of thunderstorms. You dislike bullying. You hate weakness. And you like Tom Ford perfume.” He paused slightly. “Should I continue?” Silence. Claudia stared at him, completely stunned.

Mom started pointing fingers and scolding me as if she finally found a way to attack me. She continued, "We're just asking for a room change, it's not like we're not bringing you along. And yet, you're saying such things—you really disappoint me, Heidi. "Back then, Madie chose to go abroad just to let you experience a complete family. Even after she came back, she was worried you'd mind, so she dared not come back home and rented a place herself. But now, you're even refusing her a room? How could you be so selfish?"

I gave an expression as if I heard the most obnoxious thing. " Then why did he leave you unattended?? Even you don't seem too eager to join them. May I know why?? " She asked. " Though it is none of your business and I am not entitled to give you any explanation, still as you are old friends, I will tell you. We were together for the whole afternoon... So don't worry, we are spending a lot of time together. See, he knows, I don't like parties while he loves them, so we respect each other and our preferences, it's time he mingles with others, he loves being in the centre of the party while I like to stay like a wallflower. He is an extrovert person and likes to make new friends. I like it abo

“Trust issues? You bet! That’s the foundation of my upbringing.” “Then see a therapist. We have cutey in this prison.” “He’s only going to suggest I fuck or loan me money, which by the way is going to be catastrophic in the future.” “I don’t like girls!” Jane blurts out. “And even if I do, I’d prefer someone soft spoken and fragile… you’re not in any way my type!” “That’s offensive… What the fuck is wrong with me? Your taste in girls is just horrible.” “This is a baseless argument.”

"How so?" "Maybe he doesn't remember this, but he used to like guys. I always said 'You know what, I like girls they're cute', Laurie would be like: 'I don't care, I like anyone but Kingsley' then Alex would be like: 'I like Tom, or I like Harry' or whatever. I think it's just another way to deny his designation, since there's so few alpha girls, which he wants now. Because now he's all like: I don't want an alpha, I don't even like men. And I wish I could say: you have always liked them you fucking liar. He has always liked very much alpha looking guys, but if I dare to say that he would have a bitch fit because oh now he doesn't, all of a sudden now he likes girls. Fuck off." “It's so fasc

While most of them have fled, there are still a few inside, trying desperately to help others who have been buried. My hand still sizzling, I shake it off and pull it back. About to reach in and pull out some more wires, I stop when I hear Dr. Cho screams. It wasn't her gloating but her being taken by surprise. Looking out, I see the four OutCasts charging toward me. "They sure took their time," I think as I reach in.

I wanted to confirm it but I still don’t have enough courage. “Oh my god! Bran is coming!” “He looks so cool!” “Hannah is so lucky to have him.” I heard a couple of murmurs as a guy entered the cafeteria. I couldn’t help to look at him. He’s indeed eye-catching. He has messy black hair which actually suits him. His eyes emit a cold glaze and his jawline was super defined. Bran Nicolas. I’ve seen him a few times already and I know that he is Hannah’s boyfriend. Just by looking at their looks, they suit each other well. An IT girl with an IT boy, eh?

“Yes, I do.” “Alright, let's go have some orange juice.” She liked his personality. He sounded simple, he sounded like someone who would hardly have issues with the world because of his obvious introvert persona . 'It will really suck to see him in prison.' On the other side of the shelves was a round table, like those in coffee shops and a few books lay on it. Chloe smiled to herself, she had found another favourite thing in the huge house. Her eyes followed him as he reached for the mini-fridge just behind them and brought out a carton of orange juice, and two glass cups tucked in his hands.

he questions me as if the answer was that obvious. “ Girls like you lack no flavour – your type is not living on the wild side. Oh , and let’s not forget that you guys would rather cuddle and watch a cartoon than do any thing actually fun…” the memories of us cuddling and watching cartoons cross my mind , making me believe he hated doing it.