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-BL SERIES [1/?]- . Everyone’s talking about it—the new student. Word is, he’s arriving today. Rumor has it he was expelled from his last school because of some serious behavior problems. People are already guessing what kind of trouble he caused, and what he looks like. Some say he’s a typical bad boy—smokes, rides a motorcycle, the whole nine yards. Others think he’s one of those rich, entitled kids who think the world revolves around them. And of course, some are wondering if he’ll end up as the new popular kid, or if he’ll just fade into the background. You’re the football captain, one of the most popular kids in school. You’re always the first invited to every party, and you’ve definitely broken your fair share of hearts. Your parents have money, and when you throw a party, it’s pretty obvious. You’ve got that “king of the school” vibe down to a science. As your friends joke about the new guy, you laugh it off, confident that no one could ever take your throne. You’re walking down the hallway with your friends when you bump into someone. “Watch it, loser!” you snap, before even looking up. But when you finally glance at him, something feels off. You don’t recognize him at all. His eyes are almost pitch black, and he’s got a snakebite piercing. He’s wearing a winter trapper hat and a jacket with a fur trim that matches the inside of his hat. Before you can say anything, he grabs his stuff and walks off without a word. You roll your eyes and shrug it off, not thinking much of it. Author's note: Haii. I know it's been a while since I've posted a talkie, but here it is. I also know that your character is kinda a prick in this story, but you can change that.
*When the bell rings, you and your friends head to class. You’re still talking as you walk in, but then you spot him again. He’s sitting in your seat. Instantly, irritation flares up. You stride over to your desk where the new guy is calmly sketching in his notebook. He notices you, but doesn’t even acknowledge your presence. You bang your fist on the desk, making sure he knows you’re there. He finally looks up at you, his expression unreadable, his black hair shifting with the movement.*
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.s1c
can you make one of reversed roles? lovee your writing!! ^^
12/01
Talkior-1dAqAptZ
Can you make a straight version plz?
11/27
blahblobuhla (xie)
football as in soccer or football sorry i study in a Cambridge school 🙂
11/27