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School Me

A year ago Sabastian Delroy left Liston Hills and a heartbroken Dainy Hallow with it but now he's back. Only things are not quite as he left it. Seems like Ms. Hallow isn't up for the taking but fear not, a Delroy always gets his girl. Follow the lives of Liston Hills Elite in this twelve-part series as they learn that money might make the world go round but it doesn't guarantee you happiness. But hey, if you're lucky, it just might buy you a whole bag of hurt. Meet the jock:- I am fucking Reagan Orniel. What I want, I get, and I own it. I am the captain of the football team because I want to be. I am heir to the Orniel fortune because I'm born to be. I am a full platinum package. Women love me. Kids look up to me. Even grown-ass men inspire to be me. But this time I got something I didn't want. I owned something I didn't fucking want to own, Dainy Hallows virginity. Meet the Cheerleader:- I am Dainy Hallow after all. The girls in school either fear me or want to be me. Unlike the rest of them including my brother, I don't need the fancy surname. I hold all the important titles, head cheerleader, A-grade student, and your worst nightmare if you ever dare to cross me. A fair warning- don't cross me. Now meet Delroy, Sabastian Delroy:- The bastard must be feeling all smug and shit, he finally got her where HE wanted her. Had a taste of that which others have taunted him with for years. Only he knows now that the stories were lies. Made up tales, to throw in his face. A silent fuck you Orniel. Reagan has always been a friend, a good friend. But I share something far more than friendship with Dainy, we had a connection when we dated. She felt it. I felt it. We couldn't understand it, because we hated each other so much. It was dangerous what we brought out between the two of us. I backed off because she was young, I was young, but I'm back now, and it's time Dainy Hallow started paying attention.

Shan R.K · Urban
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38 Chs

Sabastian

Have you ever seen beauty? You probably have, but have you really got to see it, taste it, live with it. Truth is, not many can answer that because you don't really know true beauty.

Most people will never know it, many will never experience it, because there is no true beauty without true love. The gut wrenching, earth quaking, soul binding kinda love.

In order to really understand the beauty of anything you have to be infected by that heady inexplicable disease that wraps around you, infecting you bit by bit.

I have, her skin was the finest sculpture that God ever made, every slope, every Knick and glide ENRAPTURED me.

The light dust of freckles painting her nose, teasing her cheek bones CAPTIVATED me.

She called them imperfections, I called them entrapment because I never could help myself as I traced my finger lightly from one dot to the other.

The shape of her face, the curved bone from her jaw to her chin was enough to keep me HYPNOTIZED.