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)

Over the next two days, everything blurred together.

Meetings upon meetings. Numbers, charts, forecasts—Chris barely understood half of what was being said, but he was hanging in there.

An assistant was always with him. Sometimes three. Hovering beside him, whispering explanations, handing him documents, making sure he didn't walk into a room completely clueless.

And yet, no matter how much they tried to prepare him, the reality of it all was suffocating.

He wasn't just Chris anymore. He wasn't just his father's son.

He was the heir. And that meant he had to know what to say. The figures to display. The right way to sit, the proper way to shake hands, the careful balance between confidence and humility when meeting stakeholders.

This was what his parents did effortlessly. And what did he do? Spend the money. Because he was fortunate. A rich kid.

Heavy responsibility