Touched By Fate

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I planned my best friend's birthday party when I was seven. People read novels

l like a club, club culture has been a part of me since I was sixteen, how did

escape reality, I drink, I dance, I listen to music to escape whatever has gotten me down or whatever evil

rise him because I thought that's something a loving boyfriend would do. I went to his apartment expecting to see h

ears were coming out, they were about to burst out but I didn't want it to. I hate crying I fucking hate it,

drink, to dance, to find a hot guy to

are skinny, most have abs and one is a chubby guy whom I respect so much, I might just fuck him,

dn't get admitted to NYU for nothing I also worked hard for all I got. Yes, I did fall in love w

my white shirt with a strawberry punch and he took off his shirt and gave his shirt to me. And I had a

ile. His smile could be in all those toothpaste commercials. So yes I was compelled by his charm and beauty and I allowed him to take me out to dinner, I allowed him to kiss me before I

sed to think this much at a club, it makes no sense to cry in a club. L

een best friends since we were kids and we've both dreamed of going to New York, I've ha

k h

fuck. It seems like everyone wants to have sex with the cute Mexican American guy. But I don't want to fuck them all, I don't like orgies or threesom

to be a fan o

lease I'

s he here? And how is he everywhere a

wasn't enough, I'm seeing four

I hallucinating? It makes sense since I had too muc

pologize but instead, I stand in awe of the angel standing before me. And no, it's not Ryan I don't think

man's beauty is beyond explanation, only

glows when the sun hits them, his hair is in a buzz cut, he's a bit taller than me, has a

es and I think he knows I'm staring at

ich means I wan

as he quickly takes me to th

if anyone is in there, thank God no one is

throwing up like an idiot. I'm sure he's already gone. I wipe my mouth with my hand but I have to wash my face and wash m

and head toward the sink but I stop whe

and opening up the tap with the other. "Yo

adorable smile on his face. I don't say anything.

caught my boyfrien

, I'm

y best

at fuckin

me abo

ve him a look and he raises his hands in surrender. "It's true,"

nswer he just puts on a creepy smile on his face and he waggles his eyebrows. Not only is he

that as a y

came he

uck to get over

's straig

want to get over someone you h

a side eye. I just look at him. "Or not, you don't have t

a serial killer?" I ask pu

" He asks and I look him up and down. And nope, he doesn't look like one, serial killer

alking out of the ba