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"There are 3 flowers in the stem of a plant. Have you ever wondered what the middle flower feels? He is surrounded by 2 other flowers who tend to be more dominant." Zaine just rolled his eyes. "Really Jeya?" The 2 other girls beside him just laugh, trying to tease Zaine. Zaine is the type of person who really knows how to play the game. But in this case? It back fired, really bad. He tried to be friends with the smart guy in their class, but this guy take that as a flirt and started to comprehend, and now his best friend is mad at him for no exact reason. Zaine's head is spinning with questions, questions that no one will answer, unless, he finds out the answer. Rico James L. Rejos - The "overly protective" friend Zaine kyle I. Rivera - The active but tanga character Felix Andrei G. Santos - The smart guy of section Bonifacio
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This book is rated R. Please proceed with caution. This is the more raunchy version of the book. *** We stand in silence, as I sip my water, and he watches me do it. Finally, he breaks the silence. "I'm sorry if I... offended you by sleeping in your bed last night. This morning. Whatever." "It's fine. You didn't do anything." He nods, his eyes far away, as if thinking of how to word his views. "I didn't do anything... but I wanted to. I wanted to so badly." I nearly choke on my water. I don't know what's worse; his confession, or how nonchalantly he says it, as if he's reading the weather. "Come again?" I say, thinking that I must have heard him wrong. He shrugs. "I want to f*ck you." Again, he is as nonchalant as ever. I just stare stupidly, my mouth agape. He closes my mouth, grinning at me, wicked intentions in his eyes. Not so nonchalant anymore, I see. "Um, I-I...I don't..." I stop talking, realising what a total idiot I sound like, while his grin broadens. In that second, I am grateful for my dark skin, as he can't see me blushing. "Tongue-tied?" My cheeks get hotter. "Shut the f*ck up." He actually laughs. "Don't worry, honey," he says, his hot breath brushing against my face, shocking me. When did he get this close? "One day," he whispers, now in my ear,"I will f*ck you." I realise that my eyes are closed and I open them. He's gone. I stand there frozen, in total shock. What the actual f*ck just happened? *** When all you know is disappointment, you become your own best friend. You isolate yourself from everyone else. You need no one; love is a weakness. That's the case with me. Then, Prince Charming rides in and changes everything. Except, he isn't a prince. He is light, but he holds darkness; he is joy, but he knows pain; he is beauty, but within him is imperfection and ugliness. He is just like me, but he is nothing like me.

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