---- "Hello, Nate. How are you today?" He asked in an overly nice tone. "Good." I replied, my voice stabilizing itself. Michael looked me over, examining me for a moment. "Nice bruise." He ran his fingers across my cheekbone where a faded bruise still stained my skin a light purple. "I think it's about time we had some around your neck." ---- I growled, pressing pencil to paper and pressing on my temple with my palm. The thudding pain fought against the pressure from my palm. I snarled at the algebra homework as I tossed it onto my bedside table, growling curses against my headache and the offending textbook. "Out of all the things that could be endless, it had to be fucking numbers." I muttered to myself ----- THIS BOOK WAS PREMATURELY ENDED DUE TO LACK OF INSPIRATION. GayNovel™ #3 in NateSmith
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