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)

Common sense told Sky to wake him up. It was 5:30 a.m., after all, and they needed to leave before the others woke up. But he didn't make any effort to wake Chris.

They had slept late. Or rather, only Chris had slept. Sky, on the other hand, hadn't gotten a wink of rest.

Chris was practically embracing him in his sleep, his face so close that every breath he exhaled ghosted over Sky's skin. His lips—those lips—were right there, taunting him. Reminding him of how they had felt against his those times.

The first was that night in their room—the first time they saw a movie together. He had woken up to find them tangled together, too confused to process why they were in that position. At some point, Chris had moved, and their lips brushed. He had panicked that night. He had taken double the dosage of his daily stability pill after he left the dorm.

Good morning wood...