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Endless Part 8Be the cool kid ~
You adjust your sun glasses and fold your arms, the breeze gently stirring your white-blonde hair. Vantas leans against the trunk, sunlight trickling across his skin through the leaves of the giant oak tree. You sigh and shift your stance a little, staring up at the clouds.
"I'm pretty sure you're my kismesis." you say slowly, letting each word roll around on your tongue. The troll's eyes widen and his fingers dig into the bark of the tree, the claws sinking into the delicate wood. He breathes in, his chest heaving, then exhales through his nose. And then he's glaring at you. A skin-crawling glare that rubs you the wrong way but feels so right at the same time that you shiver. "Look, just let me explain-"
"There's no need to fucking explain, you dipshit." Karkat growls. He's baring his teeth at you, but his back is hunched and eyebrows knit. "I know we pretty much hate each other to pieces. It was blackrom from the absolute start." the troll's voice has a str
EEnE PCHS Ch. OneDouble D wasn't sure what he felt as he passed through the tall double doors to what may be the best, or worst, four years of his life. Peach Creek High School, a school he could never wait to enter. And now that he could, his emotions were conflicted. Should he be excited, afraid, nervous? Perhaps a mix of all three would be appropriate.
The situation at peach Creek High School was said to be nearly the same as peach Creek Middle School. A bitter rivalry with Lemon Brook high School, the same popularity contests, and the standard fare for the less popular kids. Like himself, and the two boys he trailed after as they navigated the hall.
His two best, and only friends. Eddy, still shorter than half their class and greedy for coins. And Ed, still the tall one of the trio and obsessed with his monsters and mutants. Most people they knew didn't like them in the least, and their reputation was sure to spread like wildfire soon enough. Eddy and his annoying ways, Ed and his idiocy, and Doubl
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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