I'm Not Her [GxG]

Chapter 01: The Date

Just a quick clarification before you read this story.

The university [Oxford University] that's mentioned in this story is entirely fictional. While I've used Oxford as a backdrop for some of the events, I want to make it clear that I am not a student there, and everything you read about this are all fictional. Any events, details, or mistakes you come across are purely a product of fiction. I just wanted to make sure there's no confusion, and that you can enjoy the story without worrying about real-world accuracy. It's all just for fun, and I hope you enjoy this story.

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'The Date'

You're so fine
I want you mine

You're so delicious
I think about you all the time

You're so addictive
Don't you know what I can do to make you feel alright (alright, alright, alright, alright)?

Don't pretend. I think you know I'm damn precious
And—hell, yeah!—

I'm the motherfucking princess
I can tell you like me too, and you know I'm right (I'm right, I'm right, I'm right, I'm right)

The music thumped through my ears, blasting loud enough to drown out the whole world. I max the volume of the music in my earpods, enjoying the music. I couldn't help but tap my fingers along with the beat, my mind totally lost in the words of my romance novel. I turn to the next page. I rested my back against the headboard, my legs stretched out, the world felt small, contained in just this song and this story. No drama, no worries. Just me, the music, and two characters falling in love on the page.

She's like so whatever
You could do so much better

I think we should get together now
And that's what everyone's talking about!

Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don't like your girlfriend!

No way! No way!
I think you need a new one

Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend

Then, a loud knock. Knock, knock.

I ignored it at first, thinking it was just the house creaking. But then another knock, more urgent. Knock, knock, knock.

Bwesit.

Sighing, I took my earphones off, letting the silence rush in. I placed the book on the bed and stood up, rubbing my eyes as I went to the door. When I opened it, I found Dad standing there, looking tired and worried, with lines on his forehead deeper than usual.