A story of two enemies attached and captivated by lust and value.
"You act like you can't stand me...But the moment I get my hands on you, you're like putty."
18-year-old Addison Westbrook swears up and down that he hates Oliver Beckett. Even with...
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I assure you guys that Addison is NOT suicidal. Your author just feels a little "quirky" today👩🏾💻
Addison's never felt so many emotions at once. It was honestly very overwhelming, but also refreshing. He didn't know to explain it.
He was overwhelmingly happy with Oliver to the point where he forgets that he was in a committed relationship with him. There's still a part of them scared that he'll find someone else as fast as we suddenly found Cate.
He's still trying to impress him and show him that he's worth his time.
But with the stress of his college acceptance, he ended up letting go of that feeling...for now.
He couldn't care less about Oliver's opinion right now. To be honest, he couldn't give a shit about anyone's opinion.
That's why today, he walked into the school alongside Oliver in the same clothes he woke up in, with an added hoodie of course.
His ears were plugged, and his eyes, along with his focus, stayed glued to his computer.
He had a feeling that today was the day he'd get his acceptance or rejection from the university.
Don't ask how he knows, he just does.
"You look like a grown iPad kid." Eve remarked at lunch, "But way...bummier."
"That's not a word," Addison responded, staring at his computer. He found a new way to make the process go a little faster.
He'd refresh the page, then go to a new tab and research reasons why they wouldn't let in applicants.
He also had a hidden tab about the basics of stripping, but that was for his worst-case scenario.
"You made the word with that horrible outfit," Eli muttered.
"Who do I have to impress?" Addison scowled. He'd finally torn his eyes away from the screen.
Eve went to respond before someone plopped down next to Addison, "Hey, I'm late for lunch." Oliver frowned. He handed Addison a burrito and pecked his cheek. "They took forever bringing it out."
Addison's face lit up. "Thank you, it's fine." He looked back at Eve and Eli who wore equally awed expressions. "What?" His smile faded.
"You just..." Eli tilted his head. "You were just... And now you're just..."
Eve interrupted her boyfriend and turned to Oliver, "You let your boyfriend walk out in his PJs, Oliver?"
