Dirty Desirable Saint

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or a lot of things, even if most of

to mine throwing a party when I was

riends drinking strai

mments that I was prone to since I was a black stude

his advances towards me. Well, he picked me to answer the question because I wasn't paying attent

advantage of the days I did. And it always came to bite

. It was a very easy question and it'd definitely look bad if I couldn't answer it, but the p

"KCL, which is Kirchhoff's Current Law, states that," I read as she wrote. "The total current

gh at the expression on his face. It was easy to see

my lips, I asked, "Can

ing around his desk. "Just make sure t

kered. I didn't blame them. If it

e was only in his late twenties. Sometimes, I seriously doubted his age because he acted like a bitter old man. The onl

hering all my things, and by the time I was do

tly rolled his eyes. "What do you want, J

ssor. Just for you t

chair. "I'm not picking on you, Jordan. You

ted out. "Just because

rk must've thought the same thing because he looked around the class with wide eyes. Thankfully, it was cle

being around 6'0 to 6'2. His brown hair was curled, parted in the middle and he had charming crystal

that way, but it was Professor Mark. If he told on m

n. "Have a nic

he class to see my friends waiting for me outside. All four of us

something is going on." Blake snickered, flinging an

," Cathy rolled her eyes, "if she

musement as Cathy glared at Spencer. She hated be

et a person like that be friendless. Transitioning was always hard. When the time came for college, both of us applied for the same ones, the rest of our friends scattering across the globe.

g us fast friends. He was also part of the hockey team, which automatically made him

acked it out of her hand, its content decorating the floor. It'd almost led to a fight, but when I told her I saw a guy putti

ds, but we did, and now, even if she had

?" Blake nudged me, bringi

?" I asked, not realizing w

le. "We were thinking of having a movie night instead of

ffered the same things. I didn't have to think for long before I came up with something though. "I wasn't planning on attending the party anywa

e also hopped on Spencer's motorcycle, wrapping her arms around him. They

d Ghostwrit

ur own stuff."

oney as a side hustle.

teve

there on the next one." I yelled out as Sp

membered Blake was still present. "You're still going to make an

e knew I was lying. I was lying about writing, just not about deli

t sure I would. Giving him a brief hug, I strode to my car, not loo

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e wasn't supposed to be late at all, not in this line of business. The only reason I was still there was that I'd already

minutes of waiting in the dark alley. "What

s hard to get out without

be forced to cut him off. I couldn't have people wandering about and seeing

He stared at the plastic bag in inspection, nodded, and then, smiled a

im suspiciously and counted again just t

e asked i

rrowed my e

didn'

st. When guys thought they could intimidate

all I have. Take it or," he shrugged nonchalantly, "throw i

any losses. I dragged him back, simultaneously whipping my gun out. "Look here, Marco," I sneered. It was either I sounded t

o me." He reached out for it, but I pulled it behind me. He laughed agai

ng it at his head this time. "Do

, still not believing

leg and pulled the trigger, the silencer silencing the shot, and the force of it still took me

ucking

the gun under his chin. "The money," I growled out. I'd wasted too much time

ther wad of cash, throwing it

that bundle, I figured it was another eight dollars. I wasn't going to give him any

fuck out." H

ith his groin, hearing him cuss out again. "Cagna." I scoff

I wouldn't attend when I got a text message from my Capo

sted for all his dealers

urizio was ba