Sanders Rush has a routine. His routine every morning before breakfast has been the same for two, going on three years: pray, take a shower, jog around the block, drop by the convenience store to buy almond milk, wake up Becks, and tell her he loves her. Sanders has a routine. But when Maxon Finlay, Becks's first and...
[sandejas boys 3] He's checked off everything--smell, sight, sound. Taste, touch. And she hates him. "What the fuck do I do." "Fuck if we know," Kol bites out. "You're on your fucking own," Yvo says. Some fucking help his brothers are.
[sandejas boys 2] "The fuck did you do to make her like you." Yvo blows out his smoke. "Fuck if I know." Kol scowls. "Taste and touch," his older brother says. "Ask her. They're the only ones fucking left."
[sandejas boys 1] He hates her so much he can't think of anything else. She's invaded his senses--smell, sight, sound. What's left? Ah. Taste and touch.
Harvey Ryerson needs one more class to complete his gen-ed credit requirements. Somehow, he finds himself in a history class (Women in Antiquity, what does that even mean?) with the same TA he popped a boner for and blatantly flirted with last semester. Thing is, she hates him. So after being rejected once, twice, to...
❝hey, sweet cheeks❞ ❝do i know you?❞ ❝damn, i'm offended after all we have been through❞ ❝wrong number?❞ ❝try stolen number, babe❞ in which a boy steals a girl's number from his friends phone. ________________________________ highest ranking: #eleven in short story lowercase intended