Chapter 30: Midnight Convos.

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Sebastian Sunbreeze

After we had sex, I finally look to the path of being good person. Yes, little by little I can remember fewer of those tragic memories I owned... And later on, I felt like I wanna hug and say sorry to Johan for an unknown reason. All the time, he's been cold blooded and merciless towards me... But now, smoothly he change out general status for an unknown reason too. Did something happened to him? Did he acquired a virus and will die after a year so he wanted to say sorry?

Just kidding.

I sigh once again. Simba mewled loudly rendering me to a sudden girly reaction... Yes, I did flinch like a hormonal teenage girl.

Fucking gayness.

"Simba!" I warned, but his expression stayed on its natural form of being poker. Imbecile.

All the time my mind was still on Johan. He's been a kind x gentle to me nowadays. And I hate to the feeling of scorning it because you know? Benefits...

Popularity—ew... No, I don't want popularity, that's cheap and only cheap person with authors does that. I just wanna stay out of danger, study up, graduate, then I'm success.

I will not risk my scholarship on a major troubles; I'm not Clay in 13 Reasons Why or Grace in Scream Queens you know? I'm only human to get involve from that fucking black hole. For now... just neglect, avoid, and forget. That words will survive me until I graduate.

By the way should I greet my family? Mom and Marianne?

~?!

Fuck! I should be taking Marianne home today! Holy mother of pearls! I quickly sit on my bed then grab my phone.

6 missed calls.

17 messages.

→Hey, pick me up later.

→Ceb, I'm here now.

→Hey, stop sucking faces with someone you should be driving me home...

→It's raining now Sebastian!

→Fuck You!

→I'm drenched now, you'll pay for this.

→Just grab me a taxi please at least?

→JUST GRAB ME A TAXI! MORON!

→If I see you, I'll rip your fucking dick off your crotch.

→Oh, no thanks. Someone just offered me a hop in... Coincidentally he has a proof to be one of your classmate in a subject.

→Tell mom I'll go sleepover with an Yrlyseven. Make some story so I can forgive you.

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