Status Updates From Noxious Boys (Groveton Coll...

Спочатку влаштували їй пекло на землі, що вона не хотіла більше жити, а потім такі «я люблю її, хочу щоб вона була зі мною»
тип бліін вони навіть не мали вагомої причини робити з нею те що вони зробили.

вона знає їх не більше години, тіп блін шо це?

Pg 109/383 DNF 11/2/24 it’s boring all they do is have sex and make eyes at each other.

“I want to fuck him whilst he fucks her,” Rex says almost dreamily beside me, his bare arm brushing mine as his chest inflates with his deep inhale, an unlit spliff clenched delicately between his thin pink lips.
It's a familiarity, that. The way we can touch, look at each other, be there for one another. We've been together since we were so young.

Lynx speaks soft words over Poppy's parted lips, her chest rising and falling in dramatically fast movements. Her breasts lifting, lifting, lifting, and then she exhales and her spine bows and her free hand moves unconsciously, clinging onto the soft cotton collar of Lynx's black shirt, fisting it in her purple painted fingers.

“I want her,” he breathes, biting his lip as it curls up into a smirk.
King says nothing. His steely gray eyes zeroed in on her, but still, his expression gives him away. The aggressor in him unable to hide his own reaction to the girl. Soured, cold rage. Putrid and dark, but it's the little glint in his narrowed eyes that makes my own heart thud.
And then he says sinisterly, “Me too.”

She turns her chin back over her shoulder, flicking her unusual lilac-blue gaze between the three of us and shakes her head. Dismissing us with nothing more than a cold, blank look.
“Oh, fuck me,” Rex hushes, rubbing the heel of his hand over his cock before grabbing it harshly and squeezing it through the fabric of his sweats.

Her eyes going dead, like she just shut herself down. She stands from King's lap in one fluid movement. And all three of us watch her, not trying to stop her as she stalks away, rejoining the group of girls she arrived, not ten minutes ago, with. All of them instantly huddling around her, handing her another drink, whispering and giggling as they glance between her and us.

Poppy, on the other hand, glares at him like she's imagining his death in an endless amount of violent ways, perhaps even considering the most effective to commit right now. Then she blinks.