Love is a drug, a drug he tried so hard not to get high on, because like all drugs, they come with side effects, and those side effects only last a short period of time.
"To everyone else i was Blake or Ghost, but to her. I was just Josiah. Her Josi...
JUST YOUR SILHOUETTE, MAKES ME BREAK A SWEAT ______ die with you.
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WALKING THROUGH THE HALLS, Kenji and Monica talked and laughed amongst one another. Since they met a few days ago, the two girls had gotten extremely close, surprisingly having many of the same interests.
"Okay so," Monica smiled mischievously making Kenji groan, she knew what the current topic was about to be
"You been avoiding talking about it... but I gotta know the tea. What the fuck happened between you and Ghost Saturday?"
As they entered the cafeteria, Kenji failed to think of any words that could describe her current feelings towards the brute of a boy.
"Nothing happened. He just a weird, self centered dickhead with a big ass ego."
"The way you slapped the pies outta him, whew." Monica said, releasing a hard breath "He must've said some shit that really had you fucked up."
Kenji nodded in agreement, her eyes scanning every lunch table, searching for an empty one to claim for today.
