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