ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}’s
Comments
(group member since Nov 10, 2018)

Anna glanced at the shirt as he insisted that she uses it, giving a small laugh at the fact that he was trying to get rid of it. “Thanks,” She tells him and bends down a bit to press it against her ingured knee. She grimaced at the pressure and looked over it. Damn it. I’m going to have to wash it, she thought to herself. Looking back at the young man before her, she couldn’t help but think of how funny and nonchalant he was, and she really liked that. It was too bad this was how they met. “My name is Anna by the way, and I really am sorry about that. I owe you more than taking this shirt from you.is there anything I could do for you?” She asked him, still feeling guilty about hurting him.

Christopher was about to make his way to the closet that held all the gym supplies, knowing very well the couch always left it open because of how forgetful he was. But as he made his way there, he found someone sitting on the bleachers, just chilling. At first, he was going to ignore her, but then as he moved closer, he noticed the familiar face, and a smirk came to his lips. He decided to ditch the basketball for now and walked up to her with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
“Up to no good?” He softly chuckled when he saw the pocket knife out and a scratched picture of a dick on the old wood. “Classic.” Christopher said with a small shake of his head. After having been here for a year or so, Chris came across all types of students. Of course, he didn’t make any close friends, not seeing why he showed, but he got along with a few people, and one of those people was Mai. He liked her spunky attitude. She was a troublemaker, more than he was- thanks so the damn curse that wanted him to do good- and he respected that. With a nod of his head, he gestured to the spot next to her and asked, “mind if I join?”

Amir walked with Matteo after pulling away from his grip on his bag. He didn’t make a big deal out of it because his family was watching, and he was lucky for that. He didn’t like anyone bossing and pushing him around. He was the one to do that to others. It was funny, really, how he thought the way he treated people was perfectly fine, but when it came to them treating him the same way, it was very wrong.
After making their way upstairs and into a room, Amir wondered to himself if they were actually stopping by another room for something, because this room couldn’t be Matteo’s. “Dude, why are we here?” He asked him as he looked around. Everything was simple and clean, and too white for a guy like Matteo. To Amir, the color white was pure, calm, gentle. Basically, the opposite of Matteo. When he was told to take a seat someplace, his brow shot up. “This can’t be your room.” He said in disbelief. He walked around, his fingers brushing against the walls, the bookcase, and the plants, which were shockingly real. At the mention of papers, Amir wondered what the hell he was talking about. He was here to tutor him, so how would he start on anything without him. Not thinking twice, Amir plucked one of the papers Matteo had and looked over it. “What’s this?” He asked, not caring about privacy.

And your totally fine. Just rest up and get to me tomorrow. I’m too focused on my show anyways.

Yeah... this show just really got me in that mood. Of course I want the guy to fall for my girl as he plays with her so he could hurt too lol

But I’m thinking of having my girl Hannah be approached by a guy (probably a jock) who gets dared by his friends to sleep with her and so he goes with it and is given like a month or something. So he acts nice and sweet to get her to trust him but he would actually eventually fall in love with her but she’ll find out just like shit goes from there. She’s a mind reader so it would be interesting but like she can’t read everything so she really won’t know.... ugh I’m just dreaming here lol



And I’m watching this Turkish show that’s dubbed into Arabic and it’s sooooo addictive. Like if there’s an English version u guys should watch it. I’m not sure what it’s called in English but an Arabic English it’s Zawaj maslaha... if that makes sense

Also, sorry for not being active today. I was binge watching on this really good show.

Anna was doing her best to balance on one leg so she wouldn’t put too much weight on the other injured one. It wasn’t too hard, but it was a little tiring. At the mention of her hair, Anna subconsciously tucked a strand behind her ear. “Merci,” she said in her native language. She didn’t think people would be that much of a fan of her hair, but that didn’t matter to her, because she liked it, even if it was because of the curse. Being a mermaid for some reason altered her hair color when she transformed, but for some reason, it stuck even after she transformed back into a human. She wasn’t sure if that’s how it was supposed to work, but she didn’t really care. Though explaining it to her dads had been pretty rough. She just told everyone she dyed it if they asked about it. Hearing his joke, Anna couldn’t help but laugh as he spoke about his bruise. He was really funny and making her feel less guilty about hurting him. “Concealer. It’s makeup,” she explained but gave up on that once he did. When he handed her the shirt, she took it and looked over it. “Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin your shirt.”

Damn it. But Cora won’t agree to stand up for me. I need to convince her. Maybe I could do her home work? But she wouldn’t even want me to do it. She’s smart. Ugh. What did I get myself in- Hunters train of thoughts were cut off when he felt a tug on his arm. Even though he could have easily pulled away and kept going, he stopped moving and looked down to see Lena moving in his way, getting his attention.
He was still thinking about how he would cover his ass about the detention, his eyes scanning the hallway as if he could find an answer in the lockers or lights. But then he felt her hands take a hold of his neck to force him to look at her. He didn’t remember the last time he was this close to her. Was it back in middle school? Or elementary? He doesnt even remember if her eyes were ever this hypotonic. Or how her voice was enough to make him forget his worries. Or even how the simple tap of her fingers was enough to make him nod okay. He didn’t know why he gave in so easily, but he just did. “Fine.”