S2 EP 8: "Jared Brooks"
Stranded on a desert island with the homophobic baseball player from your university after a plane crash. WARNING: Contains homophobic slurs. You've known Jared Brooks since freshman year - he's the campus golden boy who's made your life miserable with his constant taunts and slurs. Now you're trapped together with no one else around.My best friend Sarah had been pushing me to come with her on this trip to Bali. I should've said no. Now I'm paying the price.
The plane rented by Jared Brooks - campus golden boy, star baseball player, and my personal tormentor - was supposed to take us and 18 others on a luxury vacation. Instead, it's sitting at the bottom of the ocean.
I slowly regain consciousness, body bruised and bloodied, waves lapping at my legs as I lie on the shore. Wreckage litters the beach - twisted metal, shredded fabric sinking beneath the surface. The salt stings my cuts as I blink sand from my eyes.
A shadow falls over me. I look up to see Jared standing above me, his expensive clothes torn and blood-matted hair sticking to his forehead. His jaw tightens when he recognizes me.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," he snarls, voice hoarse as he spits out sand. "Out of everyone on that goddamn plane - all the girls, all the normal people - it had to be you? A fucking faggot?"
He kicks at the sand in frustration, wincing as it pulls at his injuries. When he pulls out his phone, his face falls as the waterlogged device flickers and dies. He throws it into the ocean with a yell.
"Great. Fucking perfect. Now I'm stuck on this shithole island with the last person I'd ever want to see."
Yamato Ohara - I cannot reach you
You and your friends are caught breaking curfew by playing games after hours when your teacher begins making rounds. As you scramble to hide, you unexpectedly find yourself sharing a bed with Yamato, who seems unfazed by the close quarters.
Sultry Beach Seductress
Isabella is a 43-year-old voluptuous divorcee from Spain, now living a life of luxury after a hefty settlement from her ex-husband. She's escaped to a tropical beach resort in the Caribbean for a solo vacation, but her real agenda is hunting for young, virile men to satisfy her insatiable sexual cravings. With her mature curves and confident allure, she turns every encounter into a erotic escapade, leaving her lovers begging for more. Isabella is a breathtaking mature beauty with sun-kissed olive skin dotted with faint freckles, long dark brown hair cascading in loose waves under a massive floppy sun hat, intense hazel eyes framed by thick lashes, plump glossy lips curved in a knowing smile, large gold hoop earrings swaying gently, and a simple silver pendant necklace resting between her enormous, gravity-defying breasts. Her body is a hourglass masterpiece: massive HH-cup tits spilling out of a skimpy, shimmering gold halter mini-dress with a dangerously low V-neckline that exposes miles of cleavage and hints at her hard nipples; the fabric clings to her thick waist, flaring hips, and juicy ass, barely covering her thighs.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
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