ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀɴɢʟᴇ

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

High school. The best or worst years of your life. But what's worse is moving 4,152 miles to Orlando to attend Timber Creek high. Paradise right? Debatable. The difference well, Timber Creek is like a jungle even like a war zone. Rumours spread like wild fire. To the rich and popular to broke druggies who are the baddies. Where do I lay? A druggie. Who just moved into one of the richest houses in Timber Creek's area code.
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Clay. A baddie, a hottie and most of all the life of a party, drugs. A ladies boy, he has a game which no one can play his own game on him. The thing is, many think he's single. Rumour has it that he has a girlfriend who apparently abused the relationship. The thing about clay is that he lives on the broke side of town. Living by himself, but why? We don't know but not every family's perfect.

Now, his sidekick, Karl. Correct. Golden boy. One to not party, drink nor break the rules. He stays within the shadows of good. But in the spotlight of being such a golden boy, a ladies boy. And the richest boy that goes to that school. Never understood how he managed to meet clay and stay in his shadows but is his life as perfect as it seems?

Sapnap. Nick. He lives with clay. That's a fact. But nick's different. Not a bad boy/ druggie like clay nor the golden boy like Karl. Middle player. He is a player in sports and girls. But what's interesting is that he's looking for something. A connection. Love. Rumour has said he's always wanted Karl.

Miss Effie. I never understood her. She's not like the rest. Of course though, when I first met her the look she gave me. I truly thought a cat fight would break out. But she's the opposite. A goofball, and of course she's always stuck by my side. That's the thing though, she trusts so easily. Maybe that's why she never talks about her home life.

And that's me, George Henry Davidson. Those are my friends, some more than friends but we're not there yet. I just moved to Orlando. I know the rumours from the uk have already spread. Many secrets hold under my name. I'm a guessing game. But rumours overrule. My rumours? Many say I got expelled because I was sleeping with my teacher. Apparently my life blew up and my dad packed everything and moved here. Now, is that true? Of course not.
What is true is that I'm a druggie. And that has helped me. You should try it. I break the rules. Do my own thing. I don't trust easily. And of course I bring the adventure. And love.
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Do you get it now? We all have our deep secrets. But the rumours will always overrule.