My Dreams, His Reality Trilogy

ous to my existence, like you have bee

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lass. And, of course, my English class was at the ot

had never been late to class before and the thought somehow disturbed me, even

what, Ms. Wilson wasn't even there, and here I was, huffing,

up. When everyone realized that it was just me and not the teacher,

only seat available was the one in front of Harp

nal issues, I tell you. His beh

anitor's closet with. What was her name again, M

more of a

r girl's throat. She was sitting on his lap and was moaning his name between kisses. Just by looking, I was pretty

else think that this kind of behavior

girl hanging from his arm or clinging to

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he room, far away from this walking STD of a man child. Prefe

on the last seat available, in front

could hear every

It was way past b

the universe p

my earphones and blared some music, loud enoug

ere blouse ruffled, her buttons undone and her hair sticking in a million different directions. Is the

our books to page 320 and tried to smooth out

es at the imma

gs and shoved my phon

ss

nd I turned around to look at Harper, who w

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arguing. Of course! What more did I expect from him?! I

utes, his breath fa

ed, without t

e the infamous smirk on his face,

me? Right in the middle of class? And just after I

eep this conversation as short as possible, if you co

e classroom where Ms. Wilson was just droning

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ignor

ignored him and copied whatever I

sst." Tap. "Pss

o keep my voice low enough so I won't attrac

es twinkled mischievously. "Not my faul

am ignoring you because I don't want

ous to my existence, like you have be

my attention now. I am

ing forwards and wasn't looking back at him. I rol