Not Just A Hook Up

Not Just A Hook Up

  • WpView
    Reads 25
  • WpVote
    Votes 2
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing6m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Sep 5, 2016
I'm not a whore, I just like sex. Hello my name is Allis Harrison and I go to Columbia University in New York. I'm from a small city in California and I just turned 19. I'm studying film and am one of the top people in my class. And yes I like sex. This is the first year in my life where I didn't care about who I was having sex with. When I lived in California I had sex with 2 guys. I dated one of them for 2 years and the other for 6 months. Since I moved to New York I've had more sex than ever before and now I'm tired of just hooks up that don't mean anything. I want a real relationship.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • At last | Editing
  • You Gotta Live While Your Young {COMPLETED}
  • Don't Fall in Love With Me
  • Broken
  • The Nerdy Jock
  • You're Mine! |18+|
  • Never Again (A Near Love Story(Death Note) (discontinued)
  • Gang Shit (COMPLETED)
  • My Holiday Romance (olly murs)
  • Facing Him

New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines