The game is simple.
Just a rule.
I only have s*x three times with a person so as not to fall in love.
The first is to kill the tension.
The second, because the first time was good. In my case, it was great to deflower the i***t fuckboy from high school.
The third is the farewell.
That's the way to not get hurt because if we do it more times, the story ends badly, and that means bad to me.
I shook my head as I walked toward the journalism classroom. It's Wednesday, which means newspaper day.
But it doesn't mean just that, it means something more.
Or someone.
Someone whose blue eyes could take anyone to heaven, to wicked heaven.
I walk through the corridors with my uniform and a very big smile when I arrive in front of the journalism room and notice that the door is closed.
I fee
