Do you ever feel as though you are unlucky with love? Of course you do, many people do. But I'm talking really unluky. And I'm not talking about bad boyfriends and relationships, I'm talking just trying to get a date is hard work. Well I have. I am 21 years old and I've had one boyfriend. It was my junior year of high school and we met online (no, not tinder, I don't even think that was invented yet). We met, dated, loved, laughed, and then I wanted to experience college. Yea I know you may be thinking boohoo cry me a river, but honestly, imagine someone calling you at least 6 times a day when you're trying to make new friends, constantly wanting to talk when you are trying to study. Holy shit! Its annoying. So we broke up. Now he may tell you that he broke up with me, but let me tell you a secret... I implanted the idea in his head. Seriously, I did! I would always say things like oh you're moving...long distance is so hard (he moved to another state for college), and voila, in two weeks he was telling me that we should break up because of distance. Now I shouted for freaking joy! But after that it's been downhill.
Black Widow is another BxB I am working on
Teacher and student relationship
homosexual relationship
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"BEEP BEEP BEEP"
My alarm clock went off and I sighed, before realizing I had set it to late. I grunted slightly and swiftly grabbed my glasses, pushing my homework off of my chest and shoving my legs into a pair of skinny jeans. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it on, making sure the sleeves covered my hands so I'd have something to hold. I brushed my teeth while putting my things into my back pack and kissed my mother in a a family photo before darting out the front door, and spitting both my toothbrush and the left over bubbles in my mouth onto the grass, I'd have to pick it up later. I ran out to the mail box and waved good by to my horse Smokey's small grave stone, reaching the bus just in time.
My day went by as usual. I barely got through most of my classes staying dead silent through out. People would try to interact with me but all I could do was grunt at them. If only I could actually say "Speech Impediment" maybe they would stop talking about me. Some how the usual group of jerks found out I was gay and told everyone. This life sucks.
I got into fifth period and Mr. Schmidt looked at me. I froze, Oh hell no. I started to shake as he told me to read. I know he had a speech impediment too, but it was embarrassing to turn down such a request. "Read the next two pages" such an easy sounding task is it not?..... He stepped to me and I froze. Did I mention that my language arts teach was the most beautiful man on earth and his pink collard shirt was clingy?! I guess not. I wound up turning beet red and squeaking a bit before he tapped my desk and looked at me.