It's been three weeks since my bad boy bully pushed me down and kicked me. We have a normal routine: I go to my locker, he bullies me, I go to class annoyed.
I've been acting unbothered by it when I'm around Jimin. I don't want him to get in trouble for my mess. That's why I haven't told him any more about it.
My mom's been asking me what's wrong, but I won't tell her because I don't want her to go to jail.
I'm going to Jimin's house today, so I change my clothes.
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She's wearing everything except the glasses and bookbag.
"Bye, Ma." I say, walking out the door. "Bye. Love you." "Love you, too." I walk next door and knock on the door. A second later, the door opens, Jimin smiling when he sees me.
"Hey, Lills." "Hey, Jimin." He lets me in and closes the door. "Mom, this is LillyRose." Jimin says, gesturing to me.
"So this is the LillyRose you're always talking about?," His mom says, and Jimin looks at me with wide eyes before looking back at her. "I see why. It's very nice to meet you."
She walks over to me and we shake hands as I say, "It's very nice to meet you, too. You don't look a day over 25."
She smiles brightly and we let go. She takes my hand in hers. "Thank you, Sweetheart."
Seriously, Jimin's mom is so pretty, and so youthful-looking.
"Come on, let's go to my room." Jimin says, and we go up the stairs and into his room.
He closes the door and we plop down on the bed. "So, what do you wanna do?" Jimin says.
"Where's that COD you've mentioned before?" He smiles, and before I know it, we're playing online together.
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"Stupid hacker! I shot that guy, like, 15 times!" I say.
It didn't matter, though, cuz our team won.
"Wow, you're really good." Jimin says, looking at the screen. Jimin and I ran the scoreboard, me at the very top.
"See? What'd I tell ya? Call me Sensei." I cockily pop my shirt. Jimin laughs.
We put the controllers down, deciding to take a break for awhile.
"So, Lills, did you check out some K-Pop?" "Oh my God, did I? I started with one song, then it went to another one, and another one, until I went crazy and completely binged, and now I'm hooked."
He laughs, and I laugh as well. "I'm glad you liked it." He smiles. "Ooooo yes. And I've got to say, Jackson from GOT7 is my bias. He is wooooooooo-ooooo! Lord, he's so fine!"
"So do you have a specific type or race when it comes to guys?" "I don't have a specific type at all, but one race I do love is Asian. I absolutely LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Asians. You could be Chinese, Korean, Japanese, Mongolian, it doesn't matter."
Jimin's POV
I'm Asian, so at least I have a chance.............. Wait, what?
LillyRose's POV
"So have you ever dated an Asian before?" "No, but I would love to. I think Asian cultures and Asian people are so dope. I especially love Koreans, especially K-Pop idols. Their synchronization is crazy. What about you?"
"I don't have a type either, but I definitely like black girls. I'm all for diversity. I don't believe one should have to stay in their own race."
"OMG, same, like, people should be able to date whoever they want to date, you know? We're all people at the end of the day."
"Exactly."
Mr. Reese's POV
I'm bored, and I really miss one of my girls. You'd think I'd learn after being fired from my last job, but no. In my defense, it's not my fault the girl thought she was going to get a free grade off of me. The little bitch snitched when I refused to bump her "F" up to an "A". That's some oral I wish I never received.
I call one of my girls and tell her to meet me at the usual spot.
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"Yes, Daddy!" She moans as I plunge into her, thrusting in and out. "Oh fuck, Baby...." I moan.
I push her head into the pillow, roughly hitting it from the back, my other hand at her hip. If only this was LillyRose.
The thought of fucking her motivates me to pump faster.
The girl screams as she cums all over me. I pull out, turn her over, and cum in her mouth. "Oh shit." I say breathlessly.
Just when I remove myself from her mouth, my phone rings.
"Yeah, Marishka? Dinner's ready? Ok, I'm coming home now. Bye."
I take a shower and put on my clothes. The girl does the same thing, and I check out of the hotel and head home.
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Marishka talks about her day as we eat dinner. You know, I almost feel bad for her. I've cheated on my wife so many times with underaged girls, and she doesn't have a clue. But hey, I like what I like, and nothing's gonna change that.
