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l crush, was the Principal in the only school my son could go to. It was beyond just provoking, it was unacceptable. However, I had no choice but to accept

e registered. While Woodhidge wasn't your ordinary school and acceptance rate was literally a hundred percent, there were still things that had to be done

kindly have a seat at his desk." A slender blonde woman said as she flashed

id. Just like Aunt Joanna's home, it all kind of felt familiar to me. I hadn't stepped in this school for almost two decades yet it see

d. I immediately began to recall our time together, to recall those days when I felt he was meant for me and always felt I was the luckiest gi

l. He was, well, different from every guy I had ever seen. He was incredibly good-looking, perhaps, not in the conventional sense, but that only meant he always stood out. His indescribable

ace had a sort of faraway feature that words just couldn't do justice to. His smile which always seemed seductive had a way of reaching up to his eyes, wrinkling them and at times, revealing that enticing arrogance of his. His voice was cal

He was not exceptionally muscular with just about 8 pack abs or 16cm biceps. Perhaps it was just the way he carried himself, hi

all those days of lying unclad together had been washed away by the long years. He listened to me as I spoke and it almost seemed like he was suppressing a smile. As I spoke, I did my

term begins." I said, getting on my feet an

eing you, and I hope

u would, se

throat. “What about

se to in the past. Well, knowing that didn't make me feel any better. Just him asking me

d...it's a long

with long

aid as I moved out of h

knew the pains he had caused me. If only he knew

I

it was going to be senior year, at least that meant high school was about to come to an end. And if I was being sincere, it would be me sayi

e, my best friend, asked as s

a goddamn mindreader, you

they were, well, many. However, just like every other girl you will ever see, there was one she really, really, really admired. You would nev

ot in the ‘usual’ way. He had very dark eyes that always seem to peep into my soul. I am not going t

toward where Annie and I sat, and it got even weirder as he spoke. He