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Jock Next Bed (BL)

College was like a wake-up call for most people. Especially the likes of Christopher Owen, who spent the rest of his high school years messing around and pining for the boy he never had. Having had a frustrating high school year, he decided to dedicate himself to his studies in college.   He flew many miles away from home, changed his looks, and hid his real identity from everyone.  His plans were simple: study hard, pass well, no dating. But then he realized two things: life was anything but easy without the backing of his last name. And... he wasn't sure how long he could last before he jumped his roommate, who was obviously not gay. But lust wasn't love, right? Maybe he could indulge a little? Just a little, I promise. ***** EXCERPT: "THAT ARROGANT, GOOD FOR NOTHING, DEMONIC IDIOT! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!" "O-kay... what is going on?" A friend asked him, watching as he paced around the room he just entered. "After battling for a long time. A LONG TIME!" he breathed heavily before continuing, "I... I confessed to him today." The other sat up, eyes wide. "For real?" "And then... with that stupid lollipop in his mouth, he just looked at me and said Okay. OKAY!" Gasps. "I didn't even know people said "okay" to love confessions, but he said "okay" to me!" -- Meanwhile, while he was there panicking, the one who had been confessed to remained seated where he was in the room. He had not moved an inch from that position since he got confessed to. But if one looked closely, they would notice how red his face was, up to the tips of his ears. He suddenly chuckled to himself. "That idiot," he muttered, looking at the door the other had taken.

ThatAmazingGirl · LGBT+
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#ENEMIESTOLOVERS

Influence

As Chris sat in the cold, sterile room at the police station, he maintained an outward appearance of nonchalance, though inwardly his mind was a whirlwind of disbelief and frustration. The accusation against him felt like a bizarre twist in a story he hadn't signed up for. He couldn't help but suppress a bemused smirk, half-expecting someone to jump out and yell, "Gotcha!" at any moment. But he knew that was not going to happen. 

Ash had just proven he was that kind of guy from high school who used their parents' influence to do as they pleased and used it to bully people. And well, Chris had a reputation for bullying the bullies. 

 

His fingers idly drummed on the metal table, his thoughts drifting back to the recent events that had unfolded like a series of unexpected plot twists.