Good Boy//h.s.

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Double update whoop whoop! ;)
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"Oh Dylan, your so big."

"Kat, your so fucking tight."

Everyone in the room roared with laughter while Dylan and Kat turned red with embarrassment.

"Haven't you guys heard of privacy...?" Katharine said, embarrassment written all over her face. Attempting to hide her beet red face in the crook of Dylan's neck.

When we first invited Dylan into the group, Katherine immediately disliked him. The first three years together, they did nothing but argue. All it took was a look in each others direction to make them go off on each other for two hours.

One night they were drunk and.....lets just say their drunken argument took a turn for the better. Not for me tho. All they do is make cupcake kissy faces to each other all day.

"I mean we were trying to give y'all privacy, but with super sensitive hearing and all..." Nicole said laughing. Her soft giggle harmonized almost perfectly with her boyfriend's deep chuckle, Francisco.

Fran and Nicole met in a club in New Orleans. One drink lead to another and they ended up fucking in the unisex bathroom in the VIP section. After that night, they went at it at least three times a day.

The rest of the group found out about them when we heard Nicole screaming at the top of her lungs. Long story short we broke down the door, ready for a fight, but instead got our minds scarred for the rest of our lives. That's what happens when a sex maniac and nympho gets together.

"You guys are so wrong for this." Dylan said smiling shyly. The tip of his earlobes were pink while he tried to comfort Kat as much as he could. Pulling her body tighter to his.

"No, you guys are wrong. You could of did all of us a favor and find a hotel 50 miles away from here. But nooooo." Cameron piped in. He took a hit of his blunt and passed it on to Brittany, who was laying her head on his lap.

Brittany and Cameron have a on and off relationship. I called it and friends with benefits relationship, but Brit confirmed it was more complicated than that. They're so complicated that even I stopped caring a while ago.

"My ears are still bleeding..." Reece mumbled, taking a sip from his beer. Reece, Kat, and I are the bisexuals of the group. But unlike Kat, me and Reece have yet to find, as she calls it, true love.

I found Reece in an alleyway of London with the bodies of two dead prostitutes next to him. He was a naked newborn on the verge of death. I took him back to my apartment and took care of him. He basically became my baby brother.

He tried to make me promise him that I wouldn't track that motherfucker down and drive a wooden stake into his heart. Little did he know I already tracked that bitch from Canada to Germany and ripped his heart out his damn chest.

To be honest, I was no better. None of us were. But at least we fed off the worst people of New York. Killing them after so they won't be like us. Living for eternity, watching our friends and family die, and witnessing the world getting shittier and shittier as years go by.

"I'm hungry. So I'll just leave all you love birds alone to chat about terrifying sex experiences." Everyone's eyes turned to me in surprise. Maybe it's because they noticed I was still there. It was the first time I talked all night.

"Aww come on, Sammy. We're all having fun!" Cameron said while raising his beer. Everyone agreed with "yeah's" and "come on's".

"First of all, ew don't call me that. Second of all, I'm only gonna be gone for an hour." I replied pulling on my coat. "You coming?" I turned to Reece.

"Nah, I'm about to go to bed anyways." he mumbled sleepily with a yawn. I nodded my head and headed out the door into the freezing night.

I wanted to be by myself anyways and I wanted to check on Harry. I was quiet all night because I was thinking about him. Nicole keeps telling me to just go over and say hi, but it's not that easy.

Considering that my last relationship ended bad. Really bad. I have to wait and plan out what I have to say before making a complete fool of myself.

I stopped dead in my track when I saw Harry locking his car, a bunch of books in his hands, before walking towards his apartment building. But it wasn't him that made me stop. It was the suspicious man that was walking a few feet behind him.

He took some thing shiny out of of his pocket before grasping it in his fist tightly.

A knife.

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Hiya, I'm updating twice today because school starts in three days *dies inside* and I'm gonna be busy crying and being miserable. But I'll update as soon as I can, my beautiful sweet butter nut squashes. XOXO