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CHARLOTTESitting on the bed, I stared at Madeline’s vacant corner across from me.It had been almost a week, and she wasn't back yet.Picking my phone, I dialed her line, hearing it ring till the machine directed me to her voicemail. I cut the call, huffing in frustration. For days straight, her ca
As I waited, my mind drifted back to the last conversation I had with Caeson. It had been a week ago, and his words still haunted me. He had said something like, ‘You can stay with Vance if you want, or do the opposite if you prefer otherwise.’ It was such a strange, cryptic statement. I had no idea
CHARLOTTE"When writing an essay, you must be very careful not to mix personal feelings with your narration or description unless necessary."The lecturer's voice boomed as she ranted on and on about essays.Sitting in the third row to the back, I twirled the pen in between my fingers, releasing a s
"Would you please stop? I’m trying to listen." I snapped, keeping my voice low while I glared at him from my periphery.He raised a brow at me, his lips stretching in amusement. "Then listen, I’m not stopping you."Suddenly I felt a palm on my lap, my eyes widening as Taide's hands climbed their way
CHARLOTTEI dropped down to her level, my heart pounding as I took my best friend into my arms.Goddess.When did she get here?Tears welled up in my eyes, and I embraced her tightly. "Mads," I sobbed, "How’ve you been?""Char, I’m fine." She laughed, as I hurled her into the room. I pulled her to t
CHARLOTTESitting in the middle of an intense biology class, I bit the top of my pen, feeling the bitter taste of the plastic as the lecturer's voice drifted into my ears.A few groans left the lips of students, as the lecturer went on and on about the cells and body autonomy.I jotted down the ones
CHARLOTTE"So, you’re a thousand percent certain he's not gay?" I asked, applying the mascara to my eye.Today was D-day, and I was getting ready for tonight. Madeline was helping too, though. She sat on the bed, helping me arrange the corset dress I was going to wear.She shrugged, the action seen
Like art.I wondered what art looked like fucking a man.Vance was tall. Lean, but muscular.Madeline said they all believed he topped Vance.How agile would he need to be to get someone like Vance in that kind of position… completely at his mercy.Heat burned a path inside me, as the images refused