Y/n flies down the hall of her school, bumping into a tall man with black hair, and black ripped jeans, and a black shirt, and a black ring on his finger, and black and white sneakers, and fiery red orbs because Y/n is not your typical girl. She's different, and not genderfluid even though that's what Y/n stories are supposed to be like so that everyone can read it. No, even the males have to be girls, because girls are useless and are only good for bumping into the bad alpah boyz 🥶 ||COMPLETED|| ||53 chapters|| I'm rewriting this doodoo ass story one day, trust