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To Sext or Not To Sext

To Sext or Not To Sext

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Sep 11, 2023
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Fanfic
Football/Soccer
"So, did you lose a fight with a socket, Einstein?" Noah's sexy voice pierces through my mental spiral, before what he said catches up to me and I feel myself heat up. I stare determinedly at the syllabus, deciding to just let it go. But my mouth has a mind of its own and I hear a voice say "Did you lose a fight with an alarm clock? Or do you need a map to get to class, Christopher Columbus" I register distantly that that's my voice. Shit. "Can't say I've ever been compared to Columbus before. Clint Eastwood, maybe. At least I don't show up looking like that, though" Noah finishes it off with a smirk, looking me up and down slowly. I feel naked under his gaze, hyper aware of every particle of my body. I've never been good at letting things go or taking insults, though, and I've never known when to quit;
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"I told you to leave me alone. Are you stalking me?" I asked the little shits. "Of course not! Rude much?" Noah gasped, his hand over his heart. "I am truly wounded by your words." I rolled my eyes at his dramatic performance. "Well I am wounded by your presence! What the hell are you doing here?!" Lucas stepped towards me, hurt and confusion evident on his face. "We were just wondering how you were. Noah said you were in a lot of pain, and you looked so tired during class. We wanted to know if you were okay!" "Speak for yourself," Jackson snorted. "I actually don't care. At all." Jasmine has been bullied, abused, and hated since middle school. She's come to believe that people are cruel and untrustworthy. It's best to let them do what they want and pick yourself up when they leave you on the ground. When the trio of new boys arrive, Jasmine walks past without a glance. Her untrusting demeanor is something nobody has been able to break through. But the boys love a challenge. Meet Jackson, the bad boy, Lucas, the sweet one, and Noah, the clown. This cliché group might just make Jasmine's walls come crashing down.

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