For Lexi Thompson, University was a fresh start, a way out. 
Only, Lexi didn't count on waking up the morning after a party next to 
a beautiful stranger who can't get enough of her. 
That stranger turning out to be not so strange after all.

Chase Alexander. Golden boy. British Accent. 
The charming golden boy wakes up after a night of passion only to feel...lost? 
Flashes of the gorgeous minx from the night before spread across his vision 
like a mirage, teasing, luring, only she's gone, without a name.

What happens when Chase runs into Lexi, looking at the beautiful girl 
as if he's never seen her before last night?

The only problem is that Lexi can't get his face out of her head. 
Especially after the second time.

Nick Buckingham - the most unsociable theatre guy you'll ever meet - has been "locker buddies" with the incredibly attractive all-rounder David Marquez for the past two years.  Their school (especially adorable Josiah Richmond) is rather accepting of the fact that Nick is gay - so much so, David is willing to help him track down his secret Valentine's admirer.

This is of Short Story about LOVE in pairing Hey Say Jump jika ada orang yang mencintaimu namun ia ingin menghancurkanmu. tapi masih adakah orang yang ingin menyelamatkanmu dari seseorang?

"The human brain is the most valuable resource on Earth.  But only if you use it.  You can’t just pile them in your basement.  Doesn’t work."

Candy is the Guardian of Humanity.  It's not going well, but she's cautiously optimistic.

A chatbot has destroyed the economy by being better at white collar jobs than hung over dudes.  Candy has a plan to fix that.

The government wants to send half the population to debt prison.  Candy has a plan to fix that.

Several super weapons have been stolen, and are turning up in the hands of desperate people.  Candy has no plan for that.  She's working on it.

"Very Yummy Poison" is a near future, science fiction, romantic comedy, political psychodrama.  It's fun.  Try it.


Cover Photo by Jean Fan (JFotography.net)

"We've had cloning technology for decades.  No one does it.  I don't think anybody really likes themselves."
- Doc-Danger

"I would clone myself to get rid of a hangover."
- Megacles

-------------------
3 Weeks Later
-------------------

My name's Farfaloo, and I'm a pretty unicorn!  I'm frollicking in a meadow!  It's awesome!  I love this meadow!  Meadows rule!  There's butterflies!  And a stream!  Fucking A!  I hop around, all four feet jumping at once!  I get mad air!

I come across a big bull.  He's frollicking too, but it's more of a lazy, rolling around affair.  

"Sup bull!  Nice horns!"

"Thanks.  Right back at ya."

We frolic in the general vicinity of each other for a while.

"Hey bull!  Wanna have a race!"

"Not really.  I like rolling."

"Aww, come on!"

"Okay.  But if I win, I get to fuck you."   

"Deal!  But if I win, we get to race again!"

I fucking love racing!

I tear off, bouncing all over the place.  Big Bull fumbles to his feet and lumbers after me.  At first, I'm just poking around, trying not to lose him.  But as he warms up, he gets really fast.  Goody!

I kick it up a few notches.  He keeps the pace.  I lean in, really open up.  He closes the gap.  I feel great, happy as fuck, I love this.  I don't know if I want to win or fuck.  Ha!  I can do both!

I look behind me, to admire his form.  He looks furious.  He has a monstrous erection.  Monstrous like, it could destroy a city.  Well, that sucks.  I think I want to win now.

I take a funny bounce that shoots me sideways into the woods.  I slalom around the trees at top speed.  My bounciness makes me peerless at direction changes.  But I'm actually losing ground.  What he lacks in agility, he makes up for with a big fucking head that can bash through trees.

I'm going to lose this race.  Normally I'd be fine with that - I fucking love racing!  But today that makes me sad.  I don't like the big bull anymore.  I don't like how he knocks down trees.  I don't like his angry face.  I don't like his huge angry dick.

Okay, fuck this.  On my next bounce, I spin and shoot back at him.  My horn slams into his chest with a bang.  It gets caught on something.  His spine perhaps?  I shake my head until it comes loose, cutting him in half in the process.  Blood and gooey mess fly everywhere.  Then I stomp on the bits for a while.  He's mostly ankle stain now.  I stab the biggest remaining chunk - his head?  With a flick of my neck, I fire it deep into the woods.

Problem solved.

I relax, and sink down into a bed of flowers.  I sink in deep.  Impossibly deep.  10 feet.  20 feet.  Miles.  Forever.  It's very relaxing.  I sink deeper and deeper, until I finally reach Candy's bed.  I love Candy's bed.  What the fuck?  I'm not a unicorn!  Oh fuck, she hypnotized me!

"Did I agree to this?" I ask.

"Yes." says Candy.

"Why?" I ask.  

"How do you feel?" asks Candy.

I sit up.  I'm sweaty and shaky.  I don't feel bad though, more like I've been worked hard.  It starts coming back to me.

"Holy shit.  Was that a workout program?"

"Yeah!  I know how much you hate exercise, so I came up with a hypno-assisted workout!" says Candy.  "You were supposed to enjoy a exhilarating fantasy, while your body works through a set of isometric exercises.  How was it?" 

"Uh, I was a stunned unicorn…"

"Yeah, I thought you should stay true to yourself."

"Thanks.  Did you add a weird sex component?"

"Yeah, I thought you should stay true to yourself."

"Ha.  Well, it was a little too freaky.  Ran off the rails."

"Oh no.  I'm sorry.  Did you not like your partner?"

"Partner?  That was a real guy?  Oopsie." I say.

"Why?  Did you let him down hard?" asks Candy.

"Yes I did."

I give her the lowdown on his brutal slaying.

"Oh my.  Excuse me, I have to make a phone call." says Candy

She talks on the phone for a bit, then turns back to me.

"Well, he had a great workout.  He pooped himself, and will never fuck or sleep again, but he'll have great definition." says Candy

"Oops."

"Yeah."

"I think you misjudged how scary massive bull cock is." I say. 

"I gave you a horse sized vagina." says Candy.

"Oooo… I hadn't thought of that.  In that case, I'm ready to go again." I say.

"Yeah, I'm running low on expendable minions.  Let's get drunk." Candy says.

"Okay.  Sorry." I say.

We pop a few brews, and get frisky.  Candy heads to the shower.  I turn on Mr. President while I wait for her.

Mr. President is meeting with economic advisors.  The advisors have diverse and contradictory plans to stimulate job growth.  Mr. President cuts them short with a blast of reality.

"Job growth?  What fucking jobs?  Business will take whatever tax breaks we give them and buy robots.  The only thing we need humans for is science.  And blow jobs.  Science, sex and rent.  That's the gonna be the whole economy in a few years.  Wrap your heads around that, and come back with a plan that gets me re-elected." says Mr. President.

A damp naked Candy flops down next to me.

"Super science and dirty sex?  Well, dang.  The future sounds alright." says Candy.

I turn off the TV.  We chat and eat, then head down to the club.  Brian has a new batch of MicroBrew.  He starts with a light beer, then he adds pot and caffeine, then trace amounts of various life-extending pharmaceuticals and psychedelics.  This batch was called Friday's.  It was a heady brew.  We drain a few, and get goofy.  And slightly immortal.

We debate how we will spend our new found immortality.  I want to tour the universe, but Candy likes the convenience of Earth.

"All my stuff is here.  Also, I evolved here.  It's pretty nice.  Also, I hate commuting." she says.

"Those are all solid points." I say.  "I guess I'll have to bring Earth with me when I go."

"And the sun and the moon?" she asks.

"Sure.  We'll take the whole solar system.  We'll just wrap it in a supercomputer and take it on a gravel run through the multiverse." I say.

"Yay!"  Candy hugs me.  

An imposingly handsome man enters the club.

"Who's that?" Candy asks.

"That's ours."

"Really?"

"What's mine is yours, baby."

"Damn."

I wave Agent Happy over.  He saunters over and greets me with awkward cheerfulness.  

"Hi Megacles."  He waves at me, even though I'm like a foot away.  "Hello Lodestone."

"Excuse me?" says Candy.

"Uhh, sorry." He says.  "Hello, you must be Candy."

I'm enjoying his nervousness.  He's adorable.  But, I love him and I'm not cruel.  I slide him a Friday, and pull out a seat for him.  When he sits, I give him a big kiss.  Relax buddy, it's safe here.

We give him a few more drinks, and he catches up to our idiocy.  I offer the tour of the club, and we all head to Candy's office.  She strips and drops to all fours.  Her bum wiggles hypnotically.

"I think she likes you." I loudly whisper to Agent Happy.  Candy giggles.

"Better hop on before I do." I say.

He strips and dives in.  I smoke and watch.  They're lovely.  I let them play for a while, then I weasel my way in.  A girl can only stand so much foreplay.

"A super-intelligence is only limited by its ambition. If you could do anything, what would you do?"

Megacles has a pretty good life. Also, she is horny, lonely, bored, anxious, and a bit of a drunk. She decides to fix all this with science. It works okay, until she accidentally builds a doomsday device. At least she’s not bored anymore. 

Mr. President has inherited a broke, corrupt, government. Unemployment is high, nobody pays taxes, the healthcare system is collapsing, and the government is using systemic blackmail to cover it up. He has a plan to fix it all, he just needs to steal a trillion dollars to get started.

Super Science and Fast Romance is a near future, science fiction, romantic comedy, political psychodrama. It's fun. It teaches how to fix everyday problems with lasers, evil robots, and mass hallucinations. These solutions work really well. Only a couple people die.

Any money made by this book will be spent on drugs and super hot lasers.

Beyond the childlike fascination of witnessing humanity latest toys at work, Ves thought the visit to Fort MacLellan served another purpose. There was no reason for the MTA to show off its might to the well-heeled tourists of the Nautilus than to put them in their place.

For Ves, the visit reminded him that the states in the Komodo Star Sector meant nothing to the MTA. As far as they were concerned, the conflicts between the states resembled toddlers fighting over a favored toy.

Still, even the MTA and CFA had their limits. Even though they made a lot of strides in binding the fractured human states together, they never attempted to unite all of humanity into a single galactic empire.

History had shown that such a cause often ended with disaster. Nowadays, the galaxy was big enough to accomodate all kinds of rulers and states. The existences of countless kingdoms, republics, federations, alliances and more attested to the diversity of their race.

After touring a couple more aquatic mechs and other curiosities, the tourists shuttled back to the Nautilus. The final leg of the holiday consisted of a three-long visit to Cava City, the party capital of Moira's Paradise.

The tour organizers offered a lot of options for the passengers to choose. Some preferred to visit the city's seedy gambling dens while others preferred the city's fantastic art scene.

Raella wanted to attend a high-profile aquatic mech duel tournament. Ves on the other hand wanted to find some inspiration by paying a visit to the city's many museums.

"Cava City isn't safe. We shouldn't split up."

"Oh, come on Ves, why do you have to visit those boring museums? If you want to admire some artwork, why don't you look them up from your terminal?"

"A projection is no substitute for the real thing."

"That's what artsy design folk like you would say. To me, it makes no difference!"

They argued a bit but Ves had the upper hand since he paid all the bills. Ves only relented a bit by promising to spend one day at the arena before going off to the museums and art galleries.

"As far as I'm concerned, you're wasting your time." Raella remarked with a touch of spite in her tone.

"Culture is never a waste of time." Ves replied as he registered their plans to the tour operators. They'd receive their priority tickets within the hour. "It takes a lot of creativity to come up with a good design. They don't fall off the sky like apples from a tree."

A mech designer had to come up with something creative in order to make a splash in the market. Many of his rivals forgot about this rule and published generic designs that competed in the same saturated market segments. They'd never be able to beat the mainstream models that have gone through countless rounds of optimization.

As the Nautilus traversed along the bottom of the ocean, Ves considered whether he'd benefit from spending his DP. He eyed his Status and his stagnant Attributes and considered whether to invest in candies that upgraded his Creativity.

[Status]
Name: Ves Larkinson
Profession: Apprentice Mech Designer
Specializations: None
Design Points: 112,530

Attributes
Strength: 1.3
Dexterity: 0.8
Endurance: 1.9
Intelligence: 1.8
Creativity: 1
Concentration: 1.7
Neural Aptitude: F

Skills
[Assembly]: Apprentice - [3D Printer Proficiency III] [Assembler Proficiency III]
[Battle Mechatronics]: Apprentice
[Business]: Apprentice
[Computer Science]: Incompetent
[Electrical Engineering]: Apprentice - [Structural Pathway Configuration II]
[Mathematics]: Journeyman
[Mechanics]: Journeyman - [Jury Rigging III] [Speed Tuning III]
[Metallurgy]: Journeyman - [Alloy Compression II]
[Metaphysics]: Incompetent
[Physics]: Journeyman - [Directed Energy Weapon Optimization II] [Lightweight Armor Optimization I] [Mediumweight Armor Optimization III] [Melee Weapon Optimization II]
[Salvaging]: Apprentice
[Signals and Communications]: Apprentice

Abilities
[Superpublish]: Available. Can be activated once a year.

Evaluation: A post-human mech designer with a random collection of Skills.

Over the months, his physique had stabilized at their current levels. With an endurance of 1.9, his body performed close to the genetic limit of the human race. His strength had also decreased by a significant margin.

For now, Ves ignored his physical Attributes and focused on his mental ones.

"There should be a reason why the System includes Creativity in its Status page."

The industry often repeated the phrase that designing mechs was both an art and a science. Now that Ves faced the prospect of designing his first original mech, he became aware of the importance of those words.

"It's never wrong to invest in my mind.

With a stockpile of over 100,000 DP, Ves had the points to spare. He decided to upgrade his Creativity first. Right now, Ves merely wished to improve his capability to appreciate art.

Ves checked whether his Privacy Shield still worked before purchasing a bunch of candies. "Come on, System, give me the candies!"

[Creativity Attribute Candy]: 1,000 Design Points
[Creativity Attribute Candy]: 1,100 Design Points
[Creativity Attribute Candy]: 1,200 Design Points
[Creativity Attribute Candy]: 1,300 Design Points
[Creativity Attribute Candy]: 1,400 Design Points
[Creativity Attribute Candy]: 1,500 Design Points
[Creativity Attribute Candy]: 1,600 Design Points
[Creativity Attribute Candy]: 1,700 Design Points
[Creativity Attribute Candy]: 1,800 Design Points

The candies materialized before him. Ves had never figured out how the System did that, but now that he learned about materialization, he started to foster some suspicions. He looked at his form-fitting comm resting on his wrist, but no matter how much he stared at it, he couldn't believe it actually packed such a wondrous piece of technology.

Since the System maintained its silence, Ves simply shrugged and started swallowing the candies one after another.

The candies worked their magic in a gentle fashion. Ves found it hard to describe the transformation in his mind. It was as if a gentle breeze blew into his mindscape. Wherever it passed, flowers bloomed and animals grew.

The difference between a Creativity score of 1.0 and 1.9 quickly became apparent. His mind bloomed with possibilities. Ves found it difficult to hold his focus as his senses ceaselessly stimulated his imagination.

Things ceased to become things.

They became something more.

For example, when Ves looked at a half-empty glass of water sitting on the table, his mind started to go off a tangent about its origins. The glass possessed an exquisite design, but Ves could tell it had been mass produced.

He imagined some dirty factory on some rusted planet that had pumped out these glasses on the cheap. His mind made up the tragic backstories of the handful of workers whose job entailed looking after the bots that did the actual work and cleaning up after their messes if they screwed up.

Even the water itself sent his mind into a wild story about how some primordial comet traversed the stars for billions of years before it fell into Moira's Paradise. The Nautilus of the Deep sucked up some of the fallen comet's water molecules out of pure coincidence.

"I've got to get a grip on my mind!" Ves clenched his teeth as he attempted to stop his overactive imagination. "My mind works for me, not the other way around!"

In the end, Ves had to employ his considerable concentration to force his imagination back. He maintained his highly focused state throughout the day until his imagination started to relent.

"That could have been dangerous for me." Ves wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Maybe I should show more consideration for balancing my attributes."

If he didn't possess a strong concentration, then he might have gotten lost in his own world. Ves never imagined that upgrading his Creativity could lead to such a dangerous result.

"The mind is a sensitive domain. I should be more prudent about it. I should stop swallowing all of the candies at once at the very least."

He'd become too complacent of its relatively mild effects. The candies appeared trivial compared to gene boosts that came with very strong side effects.

The ordeal forced him to pause his plans to upgrade his other Skills and Attributes. He had a sense that his imagination still needed to be tamed. Right now, Ves felt as if he birthed an uncontrollable monster in his mind. Without a leash, it could wreak havoc with his mentality.

For the rest of the day, Ves rested in his cabin, only coming out for meals and such. Meanwhile, the Nautilus continued her journey to Cava City without stop. By the time Ves recovered sufficiently to leave his cabin, the cruise ship reached her destination.

"The city looks huge." Raella uttered as she stared out from the observation deck.

"Millions of people live and work in Cava City. Of course it's huge."

Massive transparent domes littered the bottom of the Vermillion Sea. The domes kept the water out from the man-made construction contained inside. If Cava City faced a threat, the domes could even be covered by armored shutters made out of bulk exotic alloys.

To make their surroundings more attractive, Cava City spent a lot of effort in transforming its surroundings. Powerful lights illuminated the strange and colorful marine flora around the domes. Aesthetically pleasing fish and other marine life made their homes among these alien plants.

Despite the immense pressure at this depth, the plants and fish swayed leisurely along the currents. All the biodiversity gave Cava City the impression of an underwater kingdom.

The Nautilus arrived at a bustling port that hosted many other ships. Once the ship established a connection with the structure, the passengers entered the city in a figurative horde.

Ves entered the city with Raella and Lucky in tow. This time, his cat got to enjoy the sights as well. His cat purred with pleasure once Ves brought him out of the familiar confines of the Nautilus.

Mindful of his security, he also brought along a pair of guards. The cruise organization maintained a partnership with a local security firm that regularly hired out its guards to the passengers of the Nautilus. Ves had to pay an extra fee to get some piece of mind.

Once they stepped out into the nearest dome, they looked around and admired the dynamic structure and the lights flashing from their surface.

"It's so wild here. I like it!" Raella grinned.

"Strange. There's no mechs in sight."

"That's because mechs are prohibited from operating inside the domes." A nearby tourist responded to Ves. "Think of how much damage a rogue mech can do. If they're powerful enough, they can even crack the dome above our heads!"

Ves and Raella shuddered a bit at the thought. Ves had it worse as his overactive imagination started to spark a very vivid image of what a catastrophe a cracked dome could be.

"I guess that makes a lot of sense."

Even though they constantly faced the risk of a malfunctioning dome, Ves still felt safer in Cava City. The lack of mechs meant that Ves still had a fighting chance if another incident occurred.

One of their guards flagged an aircar. Once they hopped inside, the car brought them to their first destination. The car entered an underground passage filled to the brim with other vehicles and leisurely passed underneath a dozen domes before reaching the busiest one.

"Welcome to Cava City's mech district!" An invisible transmitter greeted the new arrivals as they stepped out from their aircars. "Enjoy your stay but be mindful of the rules!"

Several flashing warning signs posted at the exit the of the parking area emphasized the rules again.

The rules basically boiled down to one thing: no active mechs allowed on the streets.

"Do people break these rules?" Ves asked his guards.

"It happens more often than you think, Mr. Larkinson. Emotions run high during some of the duels. Sometimes the mech athletes put themselves under debt in order to compete at the stage. If they lose, they stand to lose everything."

The explanation showcased the darker side to dueling scene. Raella shook her head in pity. "A lot of people don't realize how much credits it takes to run a dueling team. There's always kids entering the amateur circuit who think they can get by with their skills alone."

"What happens next?"

"They find out they're not as big of a deal as they thought. Some duelists are quicker to realize this lesson than others. Those who hold on to their delusions either have the skill to back up their confidence, or become ruined within a year."

Humanity has conquered half the galaxy and the Age of Mechs reigns supreme!

Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied mech design in order to express his love for mechs as a builder instead of a soldier.

When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly built with a mountain of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck.

In the midst of his despair, he found salvation from another legacy his father had left.

"Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech."

--Join The Mech Touch's unofficial Discord server: https://discord.gg/APB5KCU

I followed Dean as he is leading me to his room while walking I notice the large hallways with fancy decorations. This school is really for the rich.

Dean turns around catching a glimpse of me looking around.

I instinctively looked into his eyes.

"Ok so... here we are!" He points to the dorm.

I simply nodded and took the key and opened the door.

The room was nice and classy, it has one queen-sized bed with a kitchen and a bathroom, no tv though, well who watches tv anyways.

I dawdled to my bed. I was tired from the long trip.

"I wouldn't sleep if I were you"

Groaned, I was tired.....

I looked over to see who was that.

The dean stares at me.

"Don't you know how to knock?" I irrattedly responded.

"Don't you know how to lock your door?" He responded coldly

Is the airconditioning on or is it just the dean being so cold?

"Fine! I will go!" I stood up straight and stomped to the closet.

I unlocked the closet, smelling the hydrolysis of the closet. It smells like books.

My eyes widen, my closet is filled with nothing but their usual uniform.

"Wait! Why is this my clothes? This is for boys right?" I stood in confusion.

"Have you forgotten already?" He responded.

"Forgotten, what?" I asked.

"Well in this academy, you are disguised as a boy, remember?" He replied.

"No one must know you are a girl." He takes something from his pocket.

"You'll need this it's a map. Check your schedule." He hands me a paper.

I took it and quickly looked.

"Science huh?" Science is my first subject.

"You can finish packing when you are done with classes today." He reaches for the door.

"Thank you!" I waved goodbye.

"Goodbye." He closed the door.

"Well, I better change my clothes."

I changed into my uniform then headed out.

I think I might get lost. Good thing I got a map.

Time to go.

I walked through the long hallways, observing the classrooms, boys talking.

Maybe I should ah-!

I stumbled and fell.

Great! Now I can't even walk properly.

I looked who I bumped into, it was a boy with white hair and glasses, he looks like he was from the science lab because he was wearing a lab coat.

He puts his hand on the side of his face.

"Are you ok?" He offered me his hand

"Ya, I'm fine." I grabbed the hand he offered and got up.

"I am sorry for bumping into you" He apologizes.

Wait he looks like someone who knows where the science classroom is, I better ask.

"Um, do you know where the science lab?" I asked.

He giggled quietly but not that quiet for me to hear it.

"Haha, for a moment there you sounded like a girl" he was laughing.

"Ya, hahaha I-get that all the time." I quickly deepened my voice.

"Well, I know where the science lab is, mind following me, my lady? Haha" he jokingly says.

"Haha, very funny." I sarcastically laughed.

"Anyways we would be late if we don't go to class now." He starts to run and I followed him.

We finally reached the science lab. I apologized to the professor for being late and proceeded to sit on my seat. It was boring mostly, the teacher was just talking about boring things.

After a few minutes, the bell rings. Finally, I'm out of that hell!

I am so tired..... I better go to sleep. Trudging to my bed, I lay down. My bed feels like a cloud.

"Ms. Lisa, we need to talk." Dean opens the door

"WHAT'S WITH PEOPLE WAKING ME UP! I yelled seriously annoyed.

"Sorry to disturb you from your slumber but a person wants to meet you"

"UGH! Fine! I'm just gonna go now."

Well, I was about to sleep but Dean disturbed me.

I followed Dean to the place he was talking about, walking with him is probably the most uncomfortable thing in my life.

I glare at him trying to intimidate him, but he responds with an even more intimidating glare.

Ugh...

"Here we are!" He pushes the door.

I looked over the sign in the door. "Nurse's office"

"Heya! My name is Nina, it is a pleasure to meet you, Lisa!" She welcomes me wholeheartedly.

I see a pink-haired girl in the nurse outfit, wow she has a comfy bed I can sleep in!

"Um hi! I guess I don't have to introduce myself haha" I laugh softly.

"Babe, why are you carrying a syringe?" The dean crossed his arms.

BABE! My jaw just dropped!

"Sweetie! It gives me a more dramatic effect on my entrance." She poses.

"Childish as always, that's why I love you." Dean sighs.

"Hahaha!" Nina giggled like a schoolgirl then softly hugs the dean.

"Hey! Don't do this while Lisa is here." He tries to resist.

"OMG!" I yelled.

"Is something wrong sweetie?" Nina asked while still bear-hugging the dean.

"I just didn't know that the dean was capable of actually loving someone." I sarcastically laughed.

"Very funny...." The dean sarcastically claps.

"Is there some issue with you two?" Nina asked.

"Well no, but COULD YOU PLEASE GET OFF ME ALREADY." Dean pushes away Nina.

"You don't like my hugs anymore....." Nina starts to frown.

"No no no no! I.. I was... just... umm." Dean was stuttering to calm Nina.

Ok so, Nina has a bubbly air-headed personality while Dean has a serious personality, they are total polar opposites.

We spent our time, trying to calm Nina like bribing a child to stop crying. We offered her candy, hugs like she was an adult baby.

Well, it was funny seeing the dean offering it. It kinda made me giggle a little.

After an hour of that. Dean offered to take me to my room. I nodded.

"Wait!" Nina grabs my hand.

"She will catch up with you Dean." She yells.

"Ok!" Dean yells back.

"Look, Dean may look like a cold serious person but he is really a loving person." She smiles.

What is this feeling.... It is like she is bewitching me with her smile..... is she an angel? It's like I already feel good when she smiles.

"Well, I will be seeing you a lot the following days, good luck with your studies." She smiles and lets go of my hand.

I sigh, her words gave me a sigh of relief.

I headed to my room and slept. Finally, no one to disturb me.

The so-called lesbian of an all-girls school is forced to participate in an experiment for her to study in a university full of hot guys! What could possibly go wrong?

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