The following story is going to be about Lionel, the player in the group. I might add a secret couple at the end, one that isn't related to the group. We will see ;)
Dela I bet I wouldn't have many friends left if they knew I loved to collect stuffed animals and other cute girly things. I'm eighteen, but I still feel like a total child regarding toys and cute items such as hairpins or bedsheets with baby ducks. And while I know some grownups like stuffed anima
Oh boy. This already sounds like a bad idea. I'm going to make a fool of myself. If I start asking Lionel questions, he will think I'm interested. That would be a nightmare because I don't want that arrogant bastard to think I'm crushing on him. Never. "Please, Dela..." Danielle pouts. "For me?"
Dela Groaning, I wake up. What time is it? I pick up my phone, and the clock shows eight-thirty. I will miss my first class. Maybe I can make it to my second? Since my college is relatively far away from the apartment I need to get up now. Still a bit dizzy, I climb out of bed and rub the sleep fr
"You don't do your roommates very well?" Lionel lifts a suggestive eyebrow, and I sigh louder. "No, what I mean is... This is the first time I've lived with a male roommate who wanders around the halls wearing only a towel..." Lionel bends his head back in laughter. "Well, what did you expect whe
Dela I'm at a hamburger restaurant after a long study session. Danielle and I decided we would eat here, but I expected it just to be us two. I was wrong. Danielle has made two new friends—Shirley and Isabella. The first mentioned it quiet, while Isabella could have been taken straight out of Mea
"You broke his heart?" Danielle asks. Shirley nervously dips a french fry into her ketchup mixed with pepper. Her eyes are now as wild as her flaming red hair. I'm actually beginning to like her. "I had no idea you used to date Lionel," Shirley whispers. "What did you do to break his heart?" F
Dela After eating junk food, I come home to two women putting on their shoes in the hallway. I'm so startled when I see them that I blink and do a double-take to ensure they are there. And they are. Two pretty women, older than me and extremely tall. They appear to be twins and are getting read
Dela I'm so silly. I know I was technically the one who offered to massage Lionel in exchange for another favor, but I'm close to passing out. My heart is running in a loop, and my hands are so sweaty I'm afraid of putting them on Lionel's skin. I'm also breaking out in hives, and I hope he won'