One Of The Freaks

One Of The Freaks

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Brett was the best of the best, at the top of the schools food chain, the most popular guy to roam the halls. The girls loved him and the guys all wanted to be him. He spent his days partying and drinking, making his life glorious and others, horrible. The school was balanced, with its nerds and geeks, rebels and jocks. Everything was in place, and everyone had been categorized. But little did they know that one little thing can throw that perfect balance out the window. When Ceaser, Caspain, Lori and Ora are thrown in the equation, things become messy. Claiming to quadruplets, the four dark haired students seem to shock the entire school. Brett is strangely interested by the new kids, and begins to attempt friend ship with them. But what he doesn’t know is the he is pulling himself into something much darker than the pit of unpopularity.
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"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire. "You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside. "I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me. "I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around. "You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me. I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically. ... I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress. ... Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope <3 o.o :)) I like to think I'm funny. After all: #3 in amusement 10/22/22 #1 in banter 10/31/22 #3 in friendship 11/7/22

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