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)

His mother's next words hit him like ice water to the face.

"It's your grandmother's memorial."

All the color drained from Sky's face.

Chris, watching the scene unfold, felt like he was missing something. Sky's reaction wasn't just surprise—it was something deeper. His whole body tensed, like something heavy had just slammed into him.

And then, what was even weirder, was that his mother didn't look upset. She looked… pleased.

Chris narrowed his eyes slightly. Why?

"Sky," his mother said gently, tilting her head. "Did you forget?"

Sky hesitated, then exhaled, rubbing his temple. "I… yeah. I'm sorry. I'm so so—"

He was about to say more or probably start spiraling. But before he could, his mother reached out, taking his hand.

"It's the first time," she said, smiling up at him. "And I'm proud of you."

Mrs. Sky's mother getting the roles wrong too.