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The School's Princess is My Boyfriend

“Are you ready?” I asked, holding the flash up. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” Yale said, staring straight ahead as the light lit up the entire tunnel. We waited a second before the ground started rumbling and shaking. I whistled, “This is going to be a big catch.” Yale didn’t answer, she was too busy preparing herself as we watched hundreds of gooy creatures running towards us. “Darling?” “Already on it.” In the prestigious school of an unimportant name, is where I go to, with my girlfriend, Yale Cassese. The Princess of the school. Popular, beloved and wealthy. She has it all. And yet she chose me, so you gotta understand that maybe she does not really have it all, you know. Then again, I accept so maybe we are on the same boat. As normal as our day life is, our nightlife tends to be much more interesting. We live very different lives comparing our day to our night lives. She is Yale when she wants to be and then Rumant, my boyfriend, when he wants to be. I don't mind either of them, honestly. Either way, they are my life and I will protect them from anything that dares threaten them. Even if that is ... me.

Moryoll · LGBT+
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"Yale." 

"Yeah!" She shouted as we both dropped our bags. She took her blades strapped on her thigh as I took out the ones I strapped to my waist. 

"Do you sense anything?" I asked as we slowed down, rearing the house. 

"Nothing. It might be a creature, it might just be people." She said as we took our positions on either side of the door trying to listen in. 

"You cannot be serious." We heard a woman said, gasping. "Leave the child alone!" 

"It is my decision to make." Alexis's voice came through as we both relaxed, putting our weapons away. 

Yale began to fix herself up as I went to pick our bags and the gift bag, walking back to her. 

"False alarm." She said, taking the gift bag from me, turning to the door and knocked on it. "That was a little close though." 

"Yeah," I said, looking around the area, noticing a figure moving around in the corner of my eyes. Damn it. We are in trouble.