Call It What You Want

by Brigid Kemmerer

That sounds altruistic. I’m not. I’m selfish.

Love me an angstie boy<3

reflecting my studious self bent over a physics textbook.

HAHAHAHA

It’s dark outside, and I didn’t want you to have to park and walk in alone, so five minutes ago I went down to wait on the bench.” A vicious yank at the zipper on his bag. “Or maybe I’m high and wasting your time. Who can tell?” He grabs his bag and walks away. Not only was he ready to work, he was being chivalrous.

I love forced proximity mixed with a dash of enemies to lovers

for the first time in months, someone treated me like me, and not like the son of my father.

The idea of Rob having even a fleeting romantic interest in me is laughable.

Its coming girl

I’m scowling and I’m not even sure why. I just spent five minutes telling her I’m not interested. And I’m not.

“Hey, Megs? I forgot to put my ponytail tie back in. Loan me yours?”

Classic sam slay

Honestly, I should be paying more attention to the fact that Maegan looks really pretty with her hair loose.

My eyes flick down her form again, and the part of my brain that is very much not a gentleman wishes we were going somewhere more private—and leaving her sister here on the lawn.

Whaa···?

“Should we wait for her in the car?” The words aren’t meant to be suggestive, but my brain hears it that way anyway. I have to force my gaze to stay north of her neck.

Bro is painfully touch deprived. Cant imagine you'd want to jerk off with your veg dad in the room next to you though

I want you to keep breathing against my neck like that.

WHAT IS HAPPENING!? Shes reciprocating

“Wegmans?” he says. “They’re open until midnight.” “Yes,” I agree, relaxing down into the seat. “Wegmans.”

“Leave your bedroom door open,” in a knowing voice. “He’s straight, Mom,” Owen calls. “Give it up.”

Rob in his gay era. <3 owen

People who ask want to know the answer. It’s different from people who judge without asking.”