Okay, so I'm rewriting this part and only this part.
C.K. has picked up a bit more traction once again. It happens. How did you find my story? I'd love to know.
I wrote this four years ago when I was a freshman in high school. I had barely even kissed a boy let alone experienced any of the things written in this story. I am now 18, and a journalism major so you can imagine my distaste for the spelling and grammatical errors that I refuse to fix because this story gives me nightmares.
I know this story is bad, and I know that despite that, I refuse to take it down because it shows the progression of my writing and that is something I can be proud of.
This story is cringy, annoying, and you will probably want to strangle both me and the characters.
Honestly do it I'll give you my address.
Not really don't be on a murderous rampage please and thank you.
I am thankful for where this story got me and I have no intentions at the moment of rewriting it so bear with me the content is not the best and I was only 14 so keep that in mind, please!
-Kota 2k21
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Romance*Warning, Sexual Content* I reach his locker, rubbing my hands together anxiously. He acknowledges my presence, clearly curious. I clear my throat, "I need you to teach me how to..." He lets out a soft chuckle, humored. "You need me to what?" "I nee...
