Different: The White Wolf

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lights, splashing glitter all over the floors and walls. Nevertheless, only strategic places were illuminated by the flashing pink and blue light

clumsy movement of his hand under her shirt as he does something to her breasts that reminded me of a terrible

saw Collins pouring shots into Brian’s mouth. Brian, a lightweight who never learns his lesson each and every time he wakes up in

ust best friends. We became really, really close almost the instant we met, simply because we’ve always had the same interests and our families are tightly related and we

hundredth selfie today, Snapped, Instagrammed, Tik-Toked and had the hell hashtagged out of it. Or whatever they do with their pictures. The perks of being the cutest couple at school that e

s at Halewood High, the most elite school here in Willow Towns. The school and everyone in it practically wors

opping outings and there was literally a wait list of boys who would like to date us. But Le

s, Nathan Jones and the flock of asshole testosterone-doused clowns he calls friends

reputation for his perpetual skirt-chasing habits in this school and I’ve continually let him know that I would

s and turned away from the fruit punch bowl, facing him. “What the f

ot here? You should be jumping with excitement to see me

“Do your best not to bother me throughout the rest of it.” I was firmed and terse in my statement and

ot here to fight with you, sweet thing. I’m just

ore minutes I spent here in the presence of this guy with an IQ

liviously and this earned a mocking laughter from his ba

ivulged, whimsically describing Trevor and I was immediately taken aback, my eyes widened in shock. “And these rumours don’t lie, so I want my

ar at the beginning at this party that any form of violence would attract a t

ur brain matter because I don’t get what the heck you’re yapping about.” I sn

bedroom. I like them spunky.” He smirked, gloating and ma

t and the smirk vanished from his fa

my personal life, I’ll have you know that I didn’t sleep with

hat’s not what t

” It was my turn to smirk smugly, I was hitting him where it hurt. His ego. “Besides, rumour has it that you have an itty-bitty teensy-weensy dick. See, I hear things too.” I demonstrated

e to say anything in a retort and I laug

the guys from the band of clowns voiced, and the guys all tur

d, folding my arms. The guys halted i

shrugged

doesn’t count, Jake.” I chuckled,

nt, and even his friends started snickering aroun

flipping my luscious brown locks

lot of work and plus, I was already bored of the party. I was just waiting around for Leah so we could go home.

liar voice. It was Trevor Lance, the handsome and talented star quarterback of Halewood High

ckoning on the empty space at where I sat and I nodded, agreeing

ly know how to put them in their place, L

ly, nodded, acc

decided to let him know, and then

s throat, “And what’s so bad abou

t that it’s never

clutching his chest and pretending to

my drink. I really had a hard time saying no to Trevor and that was because he was the only other friend I had apart from Leah who wasn’t after my

t go on a date with him, but as if on cue, one of the doors opened

gazine.” Cringe as hell but– fuck, he was so god-damned good-loo

ted his aquamarine-green eyes that were beautiful, orb-round and shone like two eternity green jew

which seemed like it was always, permanently scowled but in a tremendously attractive way. He was tall, rigid

ice interrupted me and I was jolted

nd would go on to regret it later. My brain immediately zoned out whatever Trevor m

mall town and you could recognize someone who was from t

el comfortable, and I did. Oh no someone s

me, a smirk immediately curl