My name is Nikito Travis. I'm a junior in High School. And I have an interesting problem. My very unusual and strange fear of beautiful men.
Asian man & Black woman Fan-fiction 🌼
Park Jimin 🇰🇷
#Blacklivesmatter✊🏽
Started: Oct 5th 2019
Finished:...
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Thanks for helping me," I say to JB. The two of us are walking to school together.
JB yawns. "No problem. I mean with you screaming in the phone to come over right away, I didn't have much of a choice did I?" He grins. "Oh, that's right. You didn't actually call. You just screamed until I heard you from next door."
I grab my face. "It was terrifying, man!" I shudder.
"Everywhere...beautiful men..."
"Well, I got all the posters down, changed your screensaver, and the wallpaper of your cell phone." JB rubs his hands together very proud of his work.
"Oh yeah," I say taking out my cell phone. "What did you replace it with?" I open it and cry out in disgust.
JB laughs. "Me."
I push him off the sidewalk. "More like a part of you." I change my wallpaper. "Mooning my cell phone camera is just wrong."
"It's better than a beautiful man, isn't?" JB argues.
"I don't know..." I put my cell phone away. "They're both bad."
The two of us begin fighting, slapping each other this way and that. I guess in the end, the two of us are really like grade school students.
"HEY! STOP HURTING HIM!" a girl yells as we reach the school's gates.
"Huh?" I stop. My arms are tangled with JB's.
"You just want to get close to him, we get it," says another girl. She crosses her arms and stares at me angrily.
I laugh.
Not a smart idea.
The several girls around us now look they are about to kill me. Will this ever end? Ah well, might as well have some fun with it.
"Hurting him?" I say. "He's the one who started it!" I point to JB.
JB looks at me heatedly.
"It's just how I flirt," I say with a smile. The girls look astounded. Some are about to burst out laughing at the stupidity of my "flirting" methods.
"If I really wanted to hurt him," I say and I lean against JB causing the girls to gawk, "I'd do something like this!"
And I pull my hand back and slap JB on the arm as hard as I possibly can.
"OWWWWW!" JB yells. "YOU!" he cries out reaching for me.
"Oh JB!" the girls cry out and I duck under them and run away.
"Sorry!" I yell to him. I can't help but laugh again.
I walk into my homeroom feeling pretty good about myself. "Good stuff...good stuff..."
