stranger: you suck bro you: what? your dick? ; in which michael is a fanboy and randomly, he meets luke hemmings on omegle or ; another cliché © hoodwincliffings

"Hello class. I'm going to be your Math teacher for the year." No. It couldn't be. "My name is Mr. Hemmings." And it is. "Now first let me take attendance and then I'll explain what we're going to be learning this year," he told and then started listing names. "Veronica Albert." "Kyle Berton." "Chris Byon." "Jessica Crum." "Elise Davis." After he said my name he looked up. I couldn't trust my voice to say here so I just stupidly made eye contact with him. Oh shit. That was the worst decision of my life. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

This was my first fic and it's from 2014, vv shitty, read if you want but keep expectations low I messed up, now I have to live in this hell people call jail, man If I knew that in that hell I'll meet my soul mate... Muke Clemmings - Boyxboy

In Forks, Michael Clifford is not the most popular boy, only has a few friends. But when the Hemmings clan comes to town. Him and a boy called Luke instantly connect. But there's a problem... Well let's just say, Luke is not exactly like Michael. He's not.... human. Okay so this is kind of like twilight but not like twilight if you get what I mean okay yeah just enjoy :)))

-¿Por que cargas faldas tan cortas, tanto maquillaje y tacones tan altos? -dijo el moreno mirándome de arriba a abajo. -Quizá porque detrás de todo esto soy una persona insegura. "How to love - 3"

"¿Existirá un final feliz para ellos?" (todos los derechos reservados a la escritora original y Copyright.)

¿Será esta la decisión definitiva?

El pasado volvió a mí, no hay vuelta atrás, tengo que enfrentarlo, recordar y sentir esos besos y caricias que el me producía, pero todo acabó, llegó un momento en el que descubrí cómo era la persona que tanto amé, me traicionó, solo fui una apuesta, un juguete, ni a mi padre le interesaba, o su empresa o el amor de su propia hija, sin titubear fue patrimonio antes de sangre, me vendió al mejor postor. "Te casarás y no será por amor sino por contrato".