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)

Chris's face twisted with disbelief as he stared at the photo. "How the hell did you get that?"

This was just a few hours ago. Even *he* didn't have the photo.

Sky's grip tightened on his phone, his knuckles white. "It doesn't matter how I got it—"

Chris's voice sliced through, interjecting. "Nothing is ever important to you! You never tell me anything! I have to literally squeeze it out of you!"

Sky's eyes darkened, his pulse quickening. But before he could respond, Chris wasn't done. He took a step forward, his frustration palpable, hot and suffocating. "You didn't tell me when Mei showed up or why she was even here. You never explained why you started pushing me away like I was some kind of disease. And Collins—what the hell was that about just now? He stormed into my room like he was ready to kill me, and apparently that's not important either?"

Another fight