"Alright, listen up class," your teacher breaks in, "team up with your classmates to finish this project."
Everyone wants to team up with the so called nerds. You observe, hoping someone would come up to you.
"Hey, you," someone interrupts your observing. You turn around. Her. It is her.
"Want to team up with me and my girls?" She dully asks.
"You know, "you" has got a name," you backlash.
Dumbfounded to your sudden arrogance, she turns to her friends, looking back into your eyes.
She calls me "you", huh? It can't be because she doesn't know my name, right?
I mean, yesterday night she was moaning it nonstop.
"Fine, let's see how long you can play this game, h/n."
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Romance~"Getting fucked by the hand that killed your ex?" ~"Even if you fuck every single woman you come across..." she leans in closer to my ear, "you'll still crave me." ~"Look at you creating a mess. So beautiful." ~"Take it off." I gulp. "All of it?" "...
