Fuckboy Syndrome (on going)

FUCKBOYS.

we all hate them and most girls chase them...

I, stupidly, fell in love with one...
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EXCERPT: It seemed as if time was purposely torturing me. I let my eyes travel in curiosity around his room, a lot of changes...

My eyes finally wandered back to him, taking in his masculinity, well built frame, and the now short cut that lay atop his head, where his once scruffy curly hair laid. I looked at his piercing Brown eyes and willed myself to continuing breathing.

"Who's this, Danny? " we both looked at the half dressed brunette- wait. Half dressed? I looked between the two of them, quickly catching on. He confirmed my suspicions once I saw he was only in a pair of boxers.

"No one. Just an old friend, I -I'm sorry. Uh, have a nice night" responding for him, leaving immediately.

The walk home was completely miserable. Left in my own thoughts and ignorance of what was going on in my best friend's life at the moment. When did he cut his hair and get so muscular? More importantly since when does he have half naked brunettes in his bed?

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