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"You're an idiot", i said with a nonchalant tone to my voice. Pretending not to care of an uncomfortable topic that rose out of honest to god, nowhere. I turned to give my best friend a good, long, bored stare. Yet, of course, the way my stomach turned and my chest tightened would make it sickly obvious that i as a matter of fact do care. "Dude, think about it. Try to imagine yourself in my shoes. If you were with some hot as chick. And you absolutely loved everything about her, her laugh, her smile, they way her hair flows in the wind like a-" "I get it." i rudely interrupted him, "i get it, you are in love. I see that, now can you please stop talking about it. You've been getting rather annoying and I'd like to go back to reading." i finished with a stressed sigh and quietly rose from the purple bean bag i was sitting on, book in my right hand as i clutched my fingers around the spine so hard my knuckles could have turned white with irritation. I am aware that i might of been a bit harsh but my inner turmoil didn't allow me to register the look of shock on his face when i walked away from the bed he was currently sitting on and made my way to the door of his bedroom. Selfish thoughts fogged my brain as i mindlessly opened the bedroom door, walked the hall of the *insert family name here* residence, and descended the skeletal spiral stairs to the kitchen. "Why does he flaunt his love life like that? Can't he see I'm miserable as he tells me this? Of how much he loves her? Of how much they love each other? Of how he found what gives him happiness? Of how i desperatly wished i was the source of his great happiness? And how I'll never be able to know how it feels.... To be truly happy."
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Alex, a new student at Breakworth College studying art, struggles with being on time for class. With a lack of friends and no social groups, he finds himself alone and helpless. One encounter after another with Zack, he finds himself debating whether or not Zack is really homophobic and a downright asshole or is trying to hide something about himself; only time will tell. --- I had two options: Say yes or make this situation worse for myself, Deciding on option two, "Zack, you're acting pretty gay for someone who's homophobic," I said slyly. I knew this could only cause him to get angrier, but I knew it was true he was the one who called me a "fag" not even a week ago. "I'm not gay, unlike you; I just know how to get things I want, and you caught my eye. Being my friend is a blessing. You should take the offer," He said, still against my neck. "Aren't you cocky," I replied, trying to stand my ground. Gripping tighter on my waist, he hummed against my ear once again. "I'm getting impatient, Alex. Cut the crap. Say yes already so we can put this past us. I already know I can get you to say Yes," and in a barely audible voice, I heard him say, "I know your weakness". "Now, what weakness could that be-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before a set of teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of my neck, sending an unexpected wave of pleasure through me. "W-wait, not there. Fine, fine. I'll be your friend. Just stop that shit." Zack paused, his breath hot against my skin as he chuckled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" His tone was dripping with satisfaction, revelling in his perceived victory. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine with a predatory glint. I tried to steady my breathing, my pulse racing from the conflicting sensations. "What is wrong with you?" I muttered, more to myself than to him. The fear and arousal mingled in a way that left me feeling disoriented and vulnerable.

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