ThatAmazingGirl

College was like a wake-up call for most people. Especially the likes of Christopher Owen, who spent the rest of his high school years messing around and pining for the boy he never had.


Having had a frustrating high school year, he decided to dedicate himself to his studies in college.
 
He flew many miles away from home, changed his looks, and hid his real identity from everyone. 

His plans were simple: study hard, pass well, no dating. 

But then he realized two things: life was anything but easy without the backing of his last name.

And... he wasn't sure how long he could last before he jumped his roommate, who was obviously not gay. 

But lust wasn't love, right?

Maybe he could indulge a little? Just a little, I promise.


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EXCERPT:

"THAT ARROGANT, GOOD FOR NOTHING, DEMONIC IDIOT! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!" 

"O-kay... what is going on?" A friend asked him, watching as he paced around the room he just entered. 

"After battling for a long time. A LONG TIME!" he breathed heavily before continuing, "I... I confessed to him today."

The other sat up, eyes wide. "For real?" 

"And then... with that stupid lollipop in his mouth, he just looked at me and said Okay. OKAY!" 

Gasps. 

"I didn't even know people said "okay" to love confessions, but he said "okay" to me!"

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Meanwhile, while he was there panicking, the one who had been confessed to remained seated where he was in the room. He had not moved an inch from that position since he got confessed to. 
But if one looked closely, they would notice how red his face was, up to the tips of his ears. 

He suddenly chuckled to himself. 
"That idiot," he muttered, looking at the door the other had taken.

Jock Next Bed (BL)

<p>Chris didn't want to return to his room. He couldn't stand the thought of being alone with his thoughts right now. The weight of everything with Sky, the pressure of not knowing where he stood, was suffocating. But he didn't want to burden Rachel with his mood—she'd be studying, and he wasn't about to drag her into his mess.</p>

<p>His footsteps were aimless as he walked through the last hallway leading him out, when he bumped into her—one of the girls from his class. The same one who always greeted him with a bubbly, almost too excited smile whenever their paths crossed, which had raised Rachel's alarm bells. He'd never really paid her much attention, dismissing it as casual friendliness, but today, with his mind swirling with everything he couldn't control, he found himself noticing her more.</p>

Strange evening guest