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 decided to ask what he had been a bit curious to know. He kind of suspected the answer, but he needed to be sure.

"Hypothetically…" he began, his voice a low murmur, his gaze locked on Sky's.

"Not a serious question, so don't overreact." He paused, savoring the moment. "Assuming you've ever, at some point, imagined us in this kind of… incriminating position…"

Sky's eyes narrowed, his breath catching in his throat.

"Or let's say you don't imagine it, but the image just flashes by quickly…" he was trying really hard, wasn't he?

Chris hesitated before he asked the main question. "Do you think this is the position that would come to mind? You… beneath me?"

He hadn't exactly needed much words—Sky's reaction said it all. The way his breath caught, the way his lashes flickered as he turned away, the way that pretty blush crept across his cheeks like he'd been caught red-handed.

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