Honestly

Honestly

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"Joey got a girlfriend," Coach Griffin came up questioning from behind us. The rest of the team either 'ooo'-ed or laughed, but I continued with my practice while somewhat impatiently waiting for his response. Joey walks up passed me and lets out a small laugh. His face turns a slightly pink, "No. Just friends I can assure you." "Not his choice though," says one of the other guys standing on the side. Joey rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Coach looks to him curiously, "What? She doesn't go for blue-eyed rich boys with a 4.2 GPA?" "No she doesn't go for guys with sma--" Whoever was talking gets cut off by a new, but very familiar voice, "Actually I don't have a type, and we're just friends because we like each other as just friends." "And she already likes someone else," I hear Joey whisper to himself. status: on going copyright. all rights reserved.
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"So what's your type?" "What do you mean?" I pause, looking up from my book to meet the eyes of my dear friend. "Type of what?" She shakes her head with a chuckle. Her head then jerks to her boyfriend, busy trying to figure out a solution in his work. "What type of guy do you like?" "I don't really have one." I reply. "Come on, there must be something a guy does that catches your attention." My eyes casually glance around the courtyard, trying to figure out a quick response to her question. But then I hear a voice speak just to the right of us, Professor Abel happily talking to Mr. Levine. "Well?" "Older." I mumble. "Someone older." "Just older?" His deep grey eyes soften slightly in the sunlight. "Someone... colder too." "So you want someone as bad as Professor Abel?" My friend jokes poking my side with her fingers. I snap my head back to her, surprised at her question. To brush off the embarrassment I shrug my shoulders, faking a smile but my heart is pounding furiously. "Haha, very funny." It's as if our conversation has been leaked when my eyes rest back on the tall individual. The grey swirls are staring right back at me, his colleague oblivious of his wandering eyes. His expression is stern but in the light it seems as though his lips are curled up, making my stomach do a flip. "My type." I whisper with a small smile. - When her enemy of a teacher becomes something more than just a person she hates - Completely fictional! 🤗 Please vote~ #3 - high (3/10/2024) #1 - student (7/10/2024) #1 - enemies (1/11/2024) #5 - hate (18/11/2024) #1 - lovers (23/11/2024) #12 - heartache (04/01/2025) #4 - teacher (02/03/2025) #3 - teenfiction (14/03/2025) #5 - war (31/03/2025) #1 - high (02/06/2025) #6 - heartache (4/06/2025) #2 - school (21/07/2025 #2 - hate (27/09/2025) #2 - enemies (23/10/25)

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