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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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Prize

"Yale! What the hell is this?" Mother threw the newspaper at my face, fuming with anger. Smith caught the newspaper before it could hit me. "I gave you one job. ONE JOB! You could not even do that!" 

"That is the matter?" Father came out and stared at me before going to mother. "Are you going to stand there and shout for the entire locality to hear?" 

The moment he said that, she sucked in a breath and fixed her clothes and hair. "I apologise for my outburst." 

Yeah, right. 

"Shall we go inside?" The woman asked holding her hand out to the direction of the door. "We can talk properly in there, right?" 

"I have a busy day tomorrow," I said, walking past her. Moving away the moment she tried to grab me. "Mother, I am sure you know that our school is the most prominent when it comes to our Sports Festival. If they see any bruises on me, what are they going to think?"