bully boy. // on hold

Chapter 16

16. Bleh.
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Finals are coming up. Ughh!!! I can't seriously function right now cuz I'm too bored and lazy to open my books.

I had to complete a lot of my notes as I missed a lot of school days.

I took Ri's notes from school to complete mine. I'm lazy. I'm lazy. I'm toooooo lazy to do anything right now. Bleep. Blop. Bleep. Blop. Bleep. Blop. Bleep. Blop.

"Hey what's up!" Hayes slightly tapped on my head as he walked away.

O.M.G! The.cute.boy.just.spoke.to.me. The.cute.boy.just.touched.me. I'm suffering from brain death now. I'm dead.

"Good. What 'bout you?" I asked, trying to keep my calm and smiling slightly.

"Good." He replied as he took out a Barbican from the fridge and headed towards his room. I just had a conversation with 'the' cute boy. I'm so wealthy that Bill Gates is a beggar. I'm so happy that I could literally puke out rainbows and stars and unicorns and glitter and everything nice. I just literally feel so strong that I could lift Dwayne Johnson with my  finger tips. Or I could just complete my notes.
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(Hayes's P.O.V)
I came into the remarkably huge dorm to find this girl who looked like a model. Like this imperfectly perfect tumblr girl.

Pens all laying on the table, papers everywhere, a cup of Starbucks and there she sat. On the couch. With a perfect messy bun. She wore a dark blue, checked flannel which brought out her blue eyes.

I walked pass her as I saw her philosophy notes. She scribbled name on the top of the paper. Sammy Cooper. Cute.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually got chills when she asked me how I was. Don't judge. Hey, boys have feelings too. We too cry, get chills ,  have crushes and be heartbroken.

I grabbed out a Barbican from the fridge and went to my room. Exhausting day af. I just threw my bag on the floor and and threw 'myself ' on to the bed. And before I knew it, I was asleep.
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(Sam's P.O.V)
I walked into his room to see what he was doing but he was an imposter. He tried to kill me......with his perfect angel face. He was sleeping like a baby who was posed for some really cute photo shoot. And there I sat..... staring at his perfect face.

I think......I have a crush......on my bully.
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