The One They Use To Call Nerd

The One They Use To Call Nerd

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Destiny is a abrasive girl however, bullied and long foreseen in her school. Her classmates only seem to love to bother her. But, outside of school is she the same girl? When graduation comes will the True Destiny come out? I grabbed a drink and sipped it lovingly. My head turned towards a man leaning against the wall, undressing me with his eyes. Walking over to him, I placed my fingers under his chin, causing him to smirk and grab my waist. My lips connected with his and I felt the stares of others. Pulling his lips away from mine, I whispered into his ear, "Follow me." His eyes held lust. He hurried after me and walking out the building, he felt proud to have been chosen.
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