You probably already read the blurb, so let me thoroughly introduce myself, my name's Layla. Surnames are irrelevant. I socialise within a hive of bees, I step on the workers and spit on the servants. From this brief introduction I can tell you already dislike me, that's fair, but I can tell you what isn't fair.
Fair isn't another human desecrating your throne. Fair isn't a new boy calling the shots. Fair isn't falling further than you've climbed. Aside from my rant I can also tell that you don't understand what this is about. Well let me put this in context.
I wear the pants of the school. I don't split the pants, I don't rip then, not a single tear in the seams. One size doesn't fit all, so I have no idea why anybody with half a brain would want to attempt to squeeze into my pants, let alone a boy.
Miguel's P.O.V
I'm the new boy, and I believe girls look best in skirts. That's just a matter of opinion.
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I know this is short but the next update is going to be longer this is just the intro😝
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The Battle of the Pants
Fiksi RemajaHe was strong... So was she... He had an army on the tip of his tongue... So did she... Layla and Miguel both love dominance but despise submission. They say only one can wear the pants. So let the battle begin, open the book and step into the battl...