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.

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Mei's father was livid. His rage turned him into something terrifying, his voice booming through the room as he hurled golf balls at her with alarming precision. He wielded a golf club in one hand, the sharp metallic ping of it striking the floor, making her flinch.

Mei screamed, scrambling around the room, her heart pounding in terror. The door rattled violently as her mother pounded on it from the other side, her voice frantic and high-pitched. "Don't kill her! Please don't kill her!" she begged, but her cries only fueled his anger.

Mei's face was a mess. A cut on her temple trickled blood, and her lip stung from where he'd already struck her. She was sobbing uncontrollably, pleading for mercy.

"A girl!" her father bellowed, his face red and twisted with disgust. "I always knew you'd bring me shame! How dare you?!"

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