APHRODISIAC|| by xanthriaa .

APHRODISIAC|| by xanthriaa .

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My whole life was supposed to be a perfectly structured essay leading to an Ivy League. Princeton, Yale, Harvard-they were etched into my future like destiny. Instead, my first chapter at Columbia kicked off with a stack of rejections and a very French, very rude, half-naked stranger in my shower. My college life felt aphrodisiac since then. The Blue Book of my college story isn't the prestige drama I expected. It's filled with the lingering echo of "Ivy League or nothing" from my dad, the frantic late-night study sessions with my ride-or-die best friend Clara, and the soul-crushing silence of an empty mailbox. But then, a surprise acceptance, a new city, and a dorm room that apparently came with a very inconvenient blonde-haired occupant. It's less "college aesthetic" and more like "what the actual fuck just happened." Welcome to my freshman year.
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Awkward

- a featured story on wattpad @sport - a featured story on wattpad @generalfiction School has an odd way of making you hate it yet love the people you meet. I hate both. I've been the new boy at my school for nearly five months. Since my family's life of poverty was flipped on its head I've seen my entire world open up; it's like I was living in a cave. This time last year, I was 'too poor to have a Valentine'. This time this year, I just don't have the guts. Seriously, "Valentine's Day is the root of human anxiety." ~ Albert Einstein. (Don't look it up. I'm telling you what 'the government' doesn't want you to know.) But school has an odd way of giving you the perfect friends, a perfect love life and perfectly supporting your dreams to be a pro football player like your older brother. That, or it crushes you. It just crushes you. Your dreams? Crushed. Your friends? Meh. Your love life? Nonexistent (but as soon as it exists, CRUSHED). But we don't know what will happen for sure, right? I'm Roman Turner, but you can call me "the cool man". Gosh, I know I'll cringe at this later. ----------- - a featured story on wattpad @sport - a romance winner at the multi awards - a story told through two points of view • Romance/Sport/Slice of Life | Roman • Prose/Mystery/Psychological | Danielle • BOOK ONE: LIVING. • (EST.) 3390 words/part. • Cover artist - Sage Hieran. WARNING: If you are reading this story on a website other than Wattpad, you are currently very likely to be at risk of a MALWARE ATTACK on your device. To read this story in its original, safe, form, safely visit it here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/256322737 DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction; names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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