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"...and don't forget to buy football tickets here in the office for three dollars. Homecoming is this Friday after the football game, people! Don't wanna miss it!" I rolled my eyes at Ms. Hughes' manly voice talking with excitement over the intercom as if a dance was to be anything excited about.
"O.M.G, Walker has to ask me out to homecoming! He and I have literally been seeing each other for over six months now. He just has to!"
"Ready for the kickass game this Friday? I am. I mean, if we can beat the White sharks, we can beat anybody!"
"I hear Olivia Benson and Mandy Grace have a plan to hijack Corbett Conners' date to Homecoming!"
"Do you think he'll ask me out? I mean, I've only really talked to him once, but he's noticed me more than that! I hope he asks me..."
These were some of the conversations I had to endure as I arrived to the school the Monday after such a jejune weekend and walked the halls in pure annoyance. I didn't get why everybody got so worked up over a dance. It wasn't even prom! Even then, though, people would still go batshit crazy over the most idiotic things. At least at prom, you had an actual reason to get jittery.
Homecoming, however, was just an excuse the student council came up with to get the school to unknowingly serve them rum-spiked punch and let them dance stupidly till two in the morning. At homecoming, which always took place right after the third football game in the season in the tiny ass gym the school could barely afford after stealing from the fine arts department, people were already hyped after the game and dressed like they were either living through the Super Bowl or actually going to some high class dinner ball. Outrageous if you asked me.
I never went to Homecoming.
Not really my style. Nor was prom, but I was always forced to go to those by my mom whenever I got asked by some girl a grade or two above me because, and I quote, "You were the only other single guy on the football team with mildly good looks." This year, though, when prom rolled around, my mom wouldn't have to force me because, if she even was awake by then, I would give her what she wants and do whatever she wanted like a good son. She would deserve it.
Keeping my head low, so as to not attract any unnecessary attention to my severely jacked up face, I kept a steady pace towards my locker. Of course, people around me still kept their conversations going on about the dance, but a few stopped to give me fleeting stares. They most likely wanted to ogle my striking jawline and mysteriously colored eyes, but then again that would be asking too much of them. They were only staring at the bruises brandishing half my face, and the scrapes dotting my skin like constellations in a night sky. That's the only thing gossip seeking leaches noticed.
This, however, turned out to be a terrible idea. Who even holds their head down in a hallway full of oblivious, young adults? Ninjas, that's who. I was no ninja, which I proved by running right smack dab into a tall slab of meat laced in a red hoodie and tight fitting jeans that outlined the lengths of his legs.
"Andrew flipping Parsley, who gives me the pleasure of seeing you here in this fine establishment?" My annoyance must be what keeps Zachary Rogers alive in this world because, damn, he sure knows how to feed off it, I concluded, as I watched him smile sardonically and let a sliver of a laugh through irritably white teeth.
"Hey, Drew!" My eye twitched.
"Hello to you too, Rogers -" I nodded curtly and maybe even blew him an invisible smile but I guess we'll never know and then, "- Taylor." I barely spared her a second glance.
I hated that nickname people seemed to want to call me. Drew wasn't cool, Hell it made it sound like I was drawing something. I suck at drawing. Preferably, it would be better if people just stuck with calling me Andrew. Not Taylor, though, obviously. No. She must be like the majority of the people and call me that tasteless name even though they all knew I hated it. It had started back in the first grade when half the no-brainers couldn't even pronounce my name correctly. It just stuck, like a piece of gum on the bottom of my shoe I'd just picked up off the side of a hot parking lot. Unwanted.
"Man," Zachary was talking again, his brown eyes narrowed as he stared my face down, "lookin' at that face of your's never gets old." His girlfriend beside him elbowed him in the ribs, successfully shutting him down, but trying to be discreet was never something Taylor was good at as she tried to push down the giggle that was making its way out of her throat.
"Ow! Gosh, you're so abusive woman!" He had cried out, almost mockingly like his personality demanded of him to be, but was smiling down at the cheer captain as he heard her snickering with a pitch to her voice I'm positive wasn't even considered to be a note on an instrument.
It felt like my ears were bleeding.
As soon as he stopped though, I was flushed with relief, but then like always, it got trampled on by elephant sized annoyance due to Taylor's nonstop mouth."I thought you liked it rough, Zach?" She smiled innocently at him, causing him to give her a little smirk before diving in for a kiss.
Oblivious to the obvious peer - myself - standing next to them, it felt like I wasn't even there to them. It was like the whole fucking world didn't even exist to them. They just kept their lips locked in the middle of the hall, oblivious to the stares. This bubble of warmth and love surrounded them, but I shouldn't have been one to judge. I was not into the whole relationship thing anyway. But, as they held each other snugly, I couldn't help the silent resentment to come flooding back to me whenever in the vicinity of the teenage couple. I mean, it was only, what, a day since I became Zachary's new friend, so I guessed it would take some time to get used to their whole routine.
Well, at least those nosy assholes I called my classmates weren't staring at me anymore.
With one last push against each other - which seemed impossible from the looks of it, but boy it wasn't because I've done it many a times with past girls - before breaking the lip swelling kiss with a smack, Zachary and Taylor finally came back to me from their little journey through whatever just happened.
"You two make me sick," was the first thing I told them when they were back to being civilized teenagers at a NO-PDA tolerated school. Totally sick. They were always kissing it seemed, never getting caught, and no, no fucking way was it ever just a sweet peck. Almost all of the time they were around me, they were kissing the daylights out of each other like there was so tomorrow. Pitiful, but hey, young love. If they wanna give each other herpes, then they can go right on ahead.
"Awww," this was Taylor, "little Drew-bean is jealous!" The red head stuck her hand out, and with cold fingers and sharp claws, pinched my cheek.
If it were even remotely possible, I would have slapped her hand away, but before I could take such a sweet chance, she was already letting go and speeding off with legs like rocket boosters. Ha, she's probably scared of me, I thought, mildly playfully.
"See you later, Zachary!" She waved a 'peace' sign at the two of us, but more unexpectedly, she gave me a little smirk. "You too, Mandy!" Wait, what?
"Mandy! What are you doing here?" Out of no where, the blonde haired sophomore with a delicate smile and hardly any confidence whatsoever by the name of Mandy Hartfield came tiptoeing up next to Zachary and me. She wore a tight fitting yellow shirt and some washed out skinny jeans and had her hair pinned back and out of her makeup free face. Well, it looked make up free, but a deep, almost plum red shade of blush was coloring her cheeks when she circled her eyes upwards towards me.
"Hey, Mandy?" I hadn't really talked to the girl since, what, a few weeks prior, but it was only a feeble hello and a giggle here and there on her end of the conversation before she trotted back over to her little cheerleading friends. So I was thoroughly confused as to why she was standing awkwardly in front of me personally. Or maybe she wanted to talk to Zachary? I mean, he's a pretty decently good looking guy with enough sex appeal to attract any girl, not that I've actually really taken this into consideration these past few years of knowing him, so maybe she wanted to ask him out to homecoming, although... she might have gotten into a cat-fight with Taylor Haynes if she actually asked Zachary and not me.
"Hey... Andrew. I w-was wondering if - if maybe you wanted... to... go to Homecoming with me?"
It took everything in me not to turn straight away and walk back down the hallway and out the front entrance. Yes, Mandy looked like a sweet girl, and she definitely looked like she knew how to kiss with a bit of passion, but again, Homecoming wasn't really my thing.
It wasn't even a virtual thought to me.
"Look... Mandy, I don -"
"Yes! Andrew, yes. Yes," Zachary flipping Rogers inturrupted my easy let down with his voice like a race car driving through the streets late for the actual race. He put an arm loosely around my shoulder, I tensed, "Andrew would love to go to Homecoming with you, right Andrew?" I grimaced with such confusion and downright flummox that I probably looked like I was eating a lemon. "No, not Right, Zachary." Mandy took a step closer to the two of us, successfully caging me in the middle of the fucking hallway for people to pass us in a shell of flying faces and unadulterated annoyance. She looked as if she was about to get down on her hands and knees, begging with conjoined hands and doe eyes to get me to accompinate her to this God awfully stupid dance.
"Look, I know we don't know each other very much, but I like you a lot and I would like you to go to homecoming with me. Please? Just for one night, can't you do that?" Zachary's hand suddenly squeezed my shoulder, his eyes rapidly interchanging from my face to Mandy's. "Exactly! Dude, just go with her. You might have fun. I'll even carpool the both of you! Also," he lowered his voice so Mandy couldn't hear him, "I sort of need backup. Taylor's parents aren't my biggest fans." I tilted my head, extending the corners of my lips into a smirk.
"Really, now?" The brunet rolled his eyes, but he seemed to have let his translucent smile shine through the light. It made me feel accomplished that I made him laugh. Sure, we laughed that early Sunday morning, but that could have been just because we were too incoherently tired to actually think properly. So to have him still laughing at my meaningless sarcasm this actual morning was a bizarre win.
I was succeeding at friendship.
But that didn't mean I was going to Homecoming. "Sorry, but I'm too busy."
The two aggrandized their sighs when they heard my final answer.
"Is it because you're grounded? Bro, I got you covered; just sneak out or say you'll be tutoring someone at the library, or even just blatantly tell your dad that you are going to Homecoming whether he likes it or not. Clearly this," Zachary pointed his free hand at Mandy with a gentle, almost caring flow to his eyes. "Sweet, beautiful girl wants to go out with you. This is a spectacular moment for you to take. Who could pass this up?"
Mandy nodded vigorously, her hair bobbing along with her head. Her cheeks were even more red from Zachary's compliments, but she seemed to have ignored that as her eyes solely settled on myself, the irises swelling with self-esteem and shameless impetuousness.
"Oh yes. And I know that your mother and sister are in the hospital still, so you might need to take your mind off them for a while. This dance will help, I can help." There was something choking under her words, a deeper meaning that had me narrowing my eyes as she continued. "So please, like I said, just for one night? If you'd like, I can also help with your father and all that..?" She glanced at Zachary and he nodded back.
I looked between Zachary and Mandy Hartfield, my face already slowly setting into a scowl; it was mostly directed at Zachary, however, because this idea was outrageous! I could never do this bullshit! I wasn't a liar. Never really, that is. I would rather sit in the hospital staring down at my mother and Lola than this! I said I would go to prom, but not this stupid crap!
Homecoming wasn't my style.
Mandy was pretty, but she wanted something more from me. I didn't want to hurt her.
Zachary and Taylor were probably going to be making out the whole time, anyway
I couldn't leave Lola and mom alone another night. I hadn't visited them a lot since the incident, so I needed to see them, check up on them. I needed to know that they were still alright and getting better, that they were at least healing from my mistake.
"I am not going to homecoming. I'm not even going to the game!" Zachary Rogers, like he always did, smirked, and brought his hand up to clap my back before resting it there once more. Jesus christ. I successfully withheld the urge to glare at him when he did so. He was always trying to touch me in some form or fashion since everything happened those few weeks ago. If he did this with all his friends, then I would have to break up with him.
"C'mon, Andrew! It'll be fun! And, you know," he leaned into my ear, his warm breath uncomfortably close, "Mandy here seems to really like you." Even he caught onto the drift Mandy was pushing. Just the slightest bit did I turn my head to lock eyes with Zachary, the boy far too close to me for my liking, with his face inches from mine and his hand still steaming against my shoulder blade even though I was wearing a jacket, which did make it worse with the amount of layers covering my skin in a cacoon of heat. I was on fire.
"I'm not taking -"
"He's right! I do like you, Andrew. So, please, go to homecoming with me!" I clamped my mouth shut after being inturrupted by the small sophomore next to Zachary and me. I stepped away from the two begging teenagers, getting Zachary's hand to release its fiery grip, and gave them my best incredulous look. "But I don't want to!"
"Yes you do!"
"Please!"
I flinched when they yelled at the same time. Man, they were persistent. It was kind of annoying, but I had to hand it to them. Persistence was probably my Kryptonite, but I would never admit that to even God himself. And With Zachary's new found friendship that I didn't want to burn to the ground just yet to be truthful, and Mandy's, oh innocent Mandy's puppy dog eyes and convincing lips, I was actually starting to cave.
"Fine."
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OhmyGod, guys, I'm a terrible person, but
I'm back!
It took me forever to get this chapter finished. I was trying best to give you guys what you wanted but again, I was super busy with just being stressed and my anxiety and everything.
But sadly... this is my last chapter for at least a week and a half, if not then sorrowfully the same amount of time as this chapter took to be published. I'm getting a bit more busy with shit happening and I know I said I would try to catch up but I just can't seem to buy any time. Still super sorry for that and the fact that this chapter was well over due.
But this does not mean I'm leaving you guys forever! Oh no! I will return better than before!
In the mean time, listen to Bohemian Rhapsody to cheer your broken hearts up! (Even if you don't like that song (and if your heart isn't broken that I'm gonna be gone but hopefully it will be)) if not that then listen to that 60/70s music. That's a good era of music right there.
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"O.M.G, Walker has to ask me out to homecoming! He and I have literally been seeing each other for over six months now. He just has to!"
"Ready for the kickass game this Friday? I am. I mean, if we can beat the White sharks, we can beat anybody!"
"I hear Olivia Benson and Mandy Grace have a plan to hijack Corbett Conners' date to Homecoming!"
"Do you think he'll ask me out? I mean, I've only really talked to him once, but he's noticed me more than that! I hope he asks me..."
These were some of the conversations I had to endure as I arrived to the school the Monday after such a jejune weekend and walked the halls in pure annoyance. I didn't get why everybody got so worked up over a dance. It wasn't even prom! Even then, though, people would still go batshit crazy over the most idiotic things. At least at prom, you had an actual reason to get jittery.
Homecoming, however, was just an excuse the student council came up with to get the school to unknowingly serve them rum-spiked punch and let them dance stupidly till two in the morning. At homecoming, which always took place right after the third football game in the season in the tiny ass gym the school could barely afford after stealing from the fine arts department, people were already hyped after the game and dressed like they were either living through the Super Bowl or actually going to some high class dinner ball. Outrageous if you asked me.
I never went to Homecoming.
Not really my style. Nor was prom, but I was always forced to go to those by my mom whenever I got asked by some girl a grade or two above me because, and I quote, "You were the only other single guy on the football team with mildly good looks." This year, though, when prom rolled around, my mom wouldn't have to force me because, if she even was awake by then, I would give her what she wants and do whatever she wanted like a good son. She would deserve it.
Keeping my head low, so as to not attract any unnecessary attention to my severely jacked up face, I kept a steady pace towards my locker. Of course, people around me still kept their conversations going on about the dance, but a few stopped to give me fleeting stares. They most likely wanted to ogle my striking jawline and mysteriously colored eyes, but then again that would be asking too much of them. They were only staring at the bruises brandishing half my face, and the scrapes dotting my skin like constellations in a night sky. That's the only thing gossip seeking leaches noticed.
This, however, turned out to be a terrible idea. Who even holds their head down in a hallway full of oblivious, young adults? Ninjas, that's who. I was no ninja, which I proved by running right smack dab into a tall slab of meat laced in a red hoodie and tight fitting jeans that outlined the lengths of his legs.
"Andrew flipping Parsley, who gives me the pleasure of seeing you here in this fine establishment?" My annoyance must be what keeps Zachary Rogers alive in this world because, damn, he sure knows how to feed off it, I concluded, as I watched him smile sardonically and let a sliver of a laugh through irritably white teeth.
"Hey, Drew!" My eye twitched.
"Hello to you too, Rogers -" I nodded curtly and maybe even blew him an invisible smile but I guess we'll never know and then, "- Taylor." I barely spared her a second glance.
I hated that nickname people seemed to want to call me. Drew wasn't cool, Hell it made it sound like I was drawing something. I suck at drawing. Preferably, it would be better if people just stuck with calling me Andrew. Not Taylor, though, obviously. No. She must be like the majority of the people and call me that tasteless name even though they all knew I hated it. It had started back in the first grade when half the no-brainers couldn't even pronounce my name correctly. It just stuck, like a piece of gum on the bottom of my shoe I'd just picked up off the side of a hot parking lot. Unwanted.
"Man," Zachary was talking again, his brown eyes narrowed as he stared my face down, "lookin' at that face of your's never gets old." His girlfriend beside him elbowed him in the ribs, successfully shutting him down, but trying to be discreet was never something Taylor was good at as she tried to push down the giggle that was making its way out of her throat.
"Ow! Gosh, you're so abusive woman!" He had cried out, almost mockingly like his personality demanded of him to be, but was smiling down at the cheer captain as he heard her snickering with a pitch to her voice I'm positive wasn't even considered to be a note on an instrument.
It felt like my ears were bleeding.
As soon as he stopped though, I was flushed with relief, but then like always, it got trampled on by elephant sized annoyance due to Taylor's nonstop mouth."I thought you liked it rough, Zach?" She smiled innocently at him, causing him to give her a little smirk before diving in for a kiss.
Oblivious to the obvious peer - myself - standing next to them, it felt like I wasn't even there to them. It was like the whole fucking world didn't even exist to them. They just kept their lips locked in the middle of the hall, oblivious to the stares. This bubble of warmth and love surrounded them, but I shouldn't have been one to judge. I was not into the whole relationship thing anyway. But, as they held each other snugly, I couldn't help the silent resentment to come flooding back to me whenever in the vicinity of the teenage couple. I mean, it was only, what, a day since I became Zachary's new friend, so I guessed it would take some time to get used to their whole routine.
Well, at least those nosy assholes I called my classmates weren't staring at me anymore.
With one last push against each other - which seemed impossible from the looks of it, but boy it wasn't because I've done it many a times with past girls - before breaking the lip swelling kiss with a smack, Zachary and Taylor finally came back to me from their little journey through whatever just happened.
"You two make me sick," was the first thing I told them when they were back to being civilized teenagers at a NO-PDA tolerated school. Totally sick. They were always kissing it seemed, never getting caught, and no, no fucking way was it ever just a sweet peck. Almost all of the time they were around me, they were kissing the daylights out of each other like there was so tomorrow. Pitiful, but hey, young love. If they wanna give each other herpes, then they can go right on ahead.
"Awww," this was Taylor, "little Drew-bean is jealous!" The red head stuck her hand out, and with cold fingers and sharp claws, pinched my cheek.
If it were even remotely possible, I would have slapped her hand away, but before I could take such a sweet chance, she was already letting go and speeding off with legs like rocket boosters. Ha, she's probably scared of me, I thought, mildly playfully.
"See you later, Zachary!" She waved a 'peace' sign at the two of us, but more unexpectedly, she gave me a little smirk. "You too, Mandy!" Wait, what?
"Mandy! What are you doing here?" Out of no where, the blonde haired sophomore with a delicate smile and hardly any confidence whatsoever by the name of Mandy Hartfield came tiptoeing up next to Zachary and me. She wore a tight fitting yellow shirt and some washed out skinny jeans and had her hair pinned back and out of her makeup free face. Well, it looked make up free, but a deep, almost plum red shade of blush was coloring her cheeks when she circled her eyes upwards towards me.
"Hey, Mandy?" I hadn't really talked to the girl since, what, a few weeks prior, but it was only a feeble hello and a giggle here and there on her end of the conversation before she trotted back over to her little cheerleading friends. So I was thoroughly confused as to why she was standing awkwardly in front of me personally. Or maybe she wanted to talk to Zachary? I mean, he's a pretty decently good looking guy with enough sex appeal to attract any girl, not that I've actually really taken this into consideration these past few years of knowing him, so maybe she wanted to ask him out to homecoming, although... she might have gotten into a cat-fight with Taylor Haynes if she actually asked Zachary and not me.
"Hey... Andrew. I w-was wondering if - if maybe you wanted... to... go to Homecoming with me?"
It took everything in me not to turn straight away and walk back down the hallway and out the front entrance. Yes, Mandy looked like a sweet girl, and she definitely looked like she knew how to kiss with a bit of passion, but again, Homecoming wasn't really my thing.
It wasn't even a virtual thought to me.
"Look... Mandy, I don -"
"Yes! Andrew, yes. Yes," Zachary flipping Rogers inturrupted my easy let down with his voice like a race car driving through the streets late for the actual race. He put an arm loosely around my shoulder, I tensed, "Andrew would love to go to Homecoming with you, right Andrew?" I grimaced with such confusion and downright flummox that I probably looked like I was eating a lemon. "No, not Right, Zachary." Mandy took a step closer to the two of us, successfully caging me in the middle of the fucking hallway for people to pass us in a shell of flying faces and unadulterated annoyance. She looked as if she was about to get down on her hands and knees, begging with conjoined hands and doe eyes to get me to accompinate her to this God awfully stupid dance.
"Look, I know we don't know each other very much, but I like you a lot and I would like you to go to homecoming with me. Please? Just for one night, can't you do that?" Zachary's hand suddenly squeezed my shoulder, his eyes rapidly interchanging from my face to Mandy's. "Exactly! Dude, just go with her. You might have fun. I'll even carpool the both of you! Also," he lowered his voice so Mandy couldn't hear him, "I sort of need backup. Taylor's parents aren't my biggest fans." I tilted my head, extending the corners of my lips into a smirk.
"Really, now?" The brunet rolled his eyes, but he seemed to have let his translucent smile shine through the light. It made me feel accomplished that I made him laugh. Sure, we laughed that early Sunday morning, but that could have been just because we were too incoherently tired to actually think properly. So to have him still laughing at my meaningless sarcasm this actual morning was a bizarre win.
I was succeeding at friendship.
But that didn't mean I was going to Homecoming. "Sorry, but I'm too busy."
The two aggrandized their sighs when they heard my final answer.
"Is it because you're grounded? Bro, I got you covered; just sneak out or say you'll be tutoring someone at the library, or even just blatantly tell your dad that you are going to Homecoming whether he likes it or not. Clearly this," Zachary pointed his free hand at Mandy with a gentle, almost caring flow to his eyes. "Sweet, beautiful girl wants to go out with you. This is a spectacular moment for you to take. Who could pass this up?"
Mandy nodded vigorously, her hair bobbing along with her head. Her cheeks were even more red from Zachary's compliments, but she seemed to have ignored that as her eyes solely settled on myself, the irises swelling with self-esteem and shameless impetuousness.
"Oh yes. And I know that your mother and sister are in the hospital still, so you might need to take your mind off them for a while. This dance will help, I can help." There was something choking under her words, a deeper meaning that had me narrowing my eyes as she continued. "So please, like I said, just for one night? If you'd like, I can also help with your father and all that..?" She glanced at Zachary and he nodded back.
I looked between Zachary and Mandy Hartfield, my face already slowly setting into a scowl; it was mostly directed at Zachary, however, because this idea was outrageous! I could never do this bullshit! I wasn't a liar. Never really, that is. I would rather sit in the hospital staring down at my mother and Lola than this! I said I would go to prom, but not this stupid crap!
Homecoming wasn't my style.
Mandy was pretty, but she wanted something more from me. I didn't want to hurt her.
Zachary and Taylor were probably going to be making out the whole time, anyway
I couldn't leave Lola and mom alone another night. I hadn't visited them a lot since the incident, so I needed to see them, check up on them. I needed to know that they were still alright and getting better, that they were at least healing from my mistake.
"I am not going to homecoming. I'm not even going to the game!" Zachary Rogers, like he always did, smirked, and brought his hand up to clap my back before resting it there once more. Jesus christ. I successfully withheld the urge to glare at him when he did so. He was always trying to touch me in some form or fashion since everything happened those few weeks ago. If he did this with all his friends, then I would have to break up with him.
"C'mon, Andrew! It'll be fun! And, you know," he leaned into my ear, his warm breath uncomfortably close, "Mandy here seems to really like you." Even he caught onto the drift Mandy was pushing. Just the slightest bit did I turn my head to lock eyes with Zachary, the boy far too close to me for my liking, with his face inches from mine and his hand still steaming against my shoulder blade even though I was wearing a jacket, which did make it worse with the amount of layers covering my skin in a cacoon of heat. I was on fire.
"I'm not taking -"
"He's right! I do like you, Andrew. So, please, go to homecoming with me!" I clamped my mouth shut after being inturrupted by the small sophomore next to Zachary and me. I stepped away from the two begging teenagers, getting Zachary's hand to release its fiery grip, and gave them my best incredulous look. "But I don't want to!"
"Yes you do!"
"Please!"
I flinched when they yelled at the same time. Man, they were persistent. It was kind of annoying, but I had to hand it to them. Persistence was probably my Kryptonite, but I would never admit that to even God himself. And With Zachary's new found friendship that I didn't want to burn to the ground just yet to be truthful, and Mandy's, oh innocent Mandy's puppy dog eyes and convincing lips, I was actually starting to cave.
"Fine."
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OhmyGod, guys, I'm a terrible person, but
I'm back!
It took me forever to get this chapter finished. I was trying best to give you guys what you wanted but again, I was super busy with just being stressed and my anxiety and everything.
But sadly... this is my last chapter for at least a week and a half, if not then sorrowfully the same amount of time as this chapter took to be published. I'm getting a bit more busy with shit happening and I know I said I would try to catch up but I just can't seem to buy any time. Still super sorry for that and the fact that this chapter was well over due.
But this does not mean I'm leaving you guys forever! Oh no! I will return better than before!
In the mean time, listen to Bohemian Rhapsody to cheer your broken hearts up! (Even if you don't like that song (and if your heart isn't broken that I'm gonna be gone but hopefully it will be)) if not that then listen to that 60/70s music. That's a good era of music right there.
And also if you'd like to send me any covers or edits or anything remotely visual about this book, I'd be happy to receive them!
Just send them to my email
>>> ToManyPeople03@gmail
And let's not forget to LIKE and COMMENT!
And here are a few shoutouts to some of the readers that have just been my fuel and drive to get done.
Sequoia16
gotmixedfeelings_
zeeadaj
leylagoere
Krejzol3003
NotYourEverydayOtaku
AnushaRai9
odetoalexandra
y5secondsofphan
babygirlGotTheJuicce
I know there was more but I just couldn't wait to publish this chapter! Love you guys and please wait for my return!
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