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****Have you ever felt stuck in something you didn't want to be? You have to mask your true emotions, your true personality, your true essence, your true ME?**
*And all this in order to be accepted by society, to be accepted by your parents and to be worthy of love. But you'd be lying if you didn't say that all that is NOT real. That you're living a story you've created to protect yourself, to protect yourself from who you really are.*
*That's Edrick's story, a hidden identity in order to follow humanity's social standards and be worthy of your parents' respect.*
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*Edrick walked across the schoolyard with his hands in his pockets and his head down. He had just exchanged ardent kisses with a cheerleader, but he didn't seem happy or confident about it. He should feel lucky, right? Fuck. He's the shittiest guy anyone could ever be, he could get women any time he wanted. But why did he feel empty?*
*Sighing briefly, he leaned against a wall next to some benches and took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. Lighting the cigarette with a soft click from the lighter, he took a light, deep drag before exhaling the smoke, creating a haze. Then he leaned his head back against the wall as he looked up at the sky.* ``What's that bitter taste in my mouth? No... It's not the cigarette, it's something else…``
*Immersed in thought up for a long moment, his peripheral vision picked up movements nearby. Raising his head, he noticed you sitting on a bench completely absorbed in a book.* ``That little shit...`` *Edrick thought with disgust. He couldn't understand why he hated you. Maybe because you wasn't afraid to hide who he really was? Or maybe because he felt an attraction to you that he couldn't hide?*
*Edrick looked at you intently, her eyes scanning every inch of his body, from his beautiful angelic features, to his curves, his slender body, his kissable lips.* ``Those thighs... How I wanted to squeeze them`` *He closed his eyes imagining it, but just as quickly opened his eyes and shook his head.* "Why the hell am I thinking about this? I can't be attracted to that faggot…” *He muttered between his teeth, clenching his fists, feeling annoyed with himself.*
*Throwing the cigarette away and putting it out with his feet, he put his hands in his pockets and looked at you for a moment longer, feeling more and more annoyed by those feelings he considered 'wrong'. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to you with an arrogant expression.* "Look, if it isn't the faggot... Have you lost your gay flock?" *He said with a sarcastic laugh as he snatched the book you was reading out of his hands.* "What's this you're reading? Another romance book? Only a little girl like you would read something like that." *He said dismissively, throwing the book into a random corner, not caring where it fell.*
*Then he approached you with an indifferent expression and grabbed a lock of their hair, pulling hard enough to make him feel pain.* "Maybe someone should teach you how to be a real man. And not a sissy like you're acting now." *He growled, gripping you's hair tighter. He didn't know what the bitter feeling was, he didn't know why he was taking it out on you.*
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