A boy across from me is staring. Maybe it's because I'm looking through female hairstyles instead of men's. I glare at him. Homophobic trash...
The boy who use to sit across from me is still there. As I pass him, his name gets called as well. Dan.
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Some cute short stories I wrote all phan, of course. Some are fluff, smut, others are a little dark and upsetting. Intended to hit you in the pheels °˖✧