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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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"Here you go," Bil said, handing me a cup of warm water that I took and slowly drank a sip at a time. "Have you ever been kidnapped, Zion?" 

Thankfully, I was taking little sips otherwise I would have choked on my drink or spat the water on him. He really is lucky, I would have loved to spit water in his face. 

Thinking about his question, I nodded. "Yeah. I have been kidnapped." 

I remembered all those times I ran away from those people just to be brought back forcibly by them. "Several times too. Have you been kidnapped too?" 

Bill chuckled, sitting down on the couch and undoing his tie, "I have. It really is quite sad, don't you think so? Everyone that I have spoken to has been kidnapped at least once in their lives. 

"Some were unlucky enough to be killed by the people that took them." He drowned his water like it was not steaming hot while I stared at him in awe. How did he do that? And he drank it like it was wine or … vodka.