lucy_mumbua

They whisper my name in fear. Justin Black. The guy who sits in the back of the class, always in black, always untouchable. The one everyone watches but no one dares to approach.  

They don’t know me. Not really.  

Because if they did, they’d stay the hell away.  

I don’t do friends. I don’t do relationships. I don’t do attachments.  

But then there’s her.  

June Matthews—cheer captain, golden girl, a walking distraction. She’s everything I hate… and yet, she’s in my way. Assigned to me. Forced into my space. Testing my patience.  

She thinks she can handle me.  

She’s dead wrong.  

Because I have a secret. A place where I go to release the darkness inside me. Where names don’t exist, where pleasure and pain are one and the same. A world where people fulfill their deepest, most twisted fantasies.  

June doesn’t belong in my world.  

But the longer she stays, the more I want to pull her under.  

And once I do… I’m not sure I’ll ever let her go.

Fake Dating The Bad Boy

I'm at a stupid party, surrounded by a sweaty, drunken mass of bodies grinding against each other like mindless animals. The music is so loud, you can't even hear the damn lyrics—just a brain-numbing bass shaking the walls. The air reeks of cheap booze, sweat, and vomit, a sickening combination that makes my skin crawl.

This is definitely not my scene.

I like clubs, sure. I like booze. But college parties? They're a whole different kind of hell. Picture the worst downtown club—the ones packed with desperate bodies, deafening music, and watered-down drinks. Now triple it. That's a college party.

Even when I go clubbing, I stick to the VIP section—far away from unwanted human interaction, far from all the mindless touching. I hate being touched. Despise it. So why the hell am I here, drowning in everything I hate?

College Party