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Ianusi
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[s]he's a ten, but...
There's a man-I know what you're thinking- there always is, the only issue is that...he's WAY too hot. It's as if God made him using the fires of hell (cause his eyes scream sin) and gave him the perfect thing he needed to come off as a gentleman- an accent and then, decided to mess with me by making him my teacher. My fucking teacher. Forcing me to watch and watch only as he walks into the class, takes off his blazer in a motion that makes my mouth water, and teaches biology. Teaching us how babies are made, and vehemently refusing to give me a private class on the same. But I know he isn't as proper of a gentleman as he seems- proper ones don't get attracted to eighteen-year-old girls and God forbid- stalk them. And I don't miss the way his eyes darken when he sees me, the way he tries his best to keep me around, and especially the glare he gives all the boys that approach me. He says he cares because I am his star student but I know better. I know the truth. I am more than a student to him. I am his noctiluca.
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The Fourth Boy
"A thanks to all my tears Who were always there in my darkest times when I was alone." This book is not about my pathetic pitied self. Perhaps that's all they'll ever see me as, perhaps they'll always assume that I was the victim. Perhaps this will be one of the most twisted tales to have ever been written. Perhaps you'll judge me. But maybe, that devil deep inside your soul would wake up, and all those dirty little crimes that you hide behind your innocent smile will get ignited. No one's ever truly nice, no one's ever truly innocent. For how much longer can we keep up this pretense? But it's okay. We have our reasons. We are not the bad guys. And if we are manipulative liars why did they change our relationship into a game of chess? Now close your eyes and breath through this corrupted story of the four boys I have been in love with, and my love for heartbreak, because of how it reminded me that there was no one I could ever trust.
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