Zaire Diallo

~This one for men with softness instea of muscles. For girls is on my profile exactly the same picture and name. For heterosexual guys and homosexual girls it's called Analee Diallo~ . Highschool was cruel. The hormones messing with everyones head. Crying, laughing, fighting, loving, breaking up, getting together. You would say that college should be different. Adults should know better but all of us forget that people never truly grow up. We stay in highschool. The only change is our surrounding. We're still cruel and selfish. Still searching for someone who will make us feel better by just existing letting as feel better about our flaws. All you have to do is not fit into standards of society. A little more here and there and you're a target. . HIS POV: I just rolled into this college without any expectations. I mean what could i expect after having to delay my enrolment because of mine own stupidity? I spend in the hospital half a year curing my ruptured Achilles tendon and it was too late for everything. Or so i thought but i forgot that i'm not in highschool anymore and fiding friends in college after skipping half a year isn't so difficult. I found my best college friend just in one day. He introduced me to his pack and i became a part of it in couple of seconds. My college life was amazing. Friends, parties, studies, sometimes boy that got my attention for brief moment. Ahh~ college life... However i felt like in highschool again when i saw some girl, it was impossible to call her a woman, pour a strawberry milk on the head of the most gorgeus creature i've ever seen. He was stunning, beautiful, devine... My heart skipped a bit when i saw him, it clenched when his pretty face were stained with pink luquid. Why people around laughed? Why they encourged this? I stood up without single thought and approached, ready to speak up but i wasn't needed. My georgous king stood up, took his plate with a whole pizza and...