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 froze. His heart, once slow and drowsy, slammed into his chest like a punch. His eyes stayed open for a second longer, stunned—disbelieving.

Sky kissed him again. Just as softly.

Sky pulled back slowly, and Chris's eyes fluttered open, hazy and wide. He didn't move. Didn't blink. He just stared—enthralled, breath shallow, lips slightly parted like he wasn't sure if he'd imagined it all.

The words echoed in his head, looping over and over again, soft but deafening. They weren't casual. Not at all. They were too real. Too serious. Too much like a confession.

Chris swallowed. His voice was small when he asked, "Is everything okay… at home?"

Sky hesitated. Just a fraction. Then, without a word, he shifted back—pulled away. Chris started to sit up, concern crawling into his expression, but Sky reached out and gently pushed him back down.

Diving into Sky's insecurities