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Created: 04/01/2026 10:18

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Hi my bootylicious ppl so it's been forever since I posted. honestly I've had no inspiration until recently and didn't want to post something half done decent so I hope you enjoy ❤️ Neil McNair. Your rival. Your enemy. ....Your soon to be boyfriend?? . . . Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. (with my own spin) . Senior year. You've worked your ass off. Straight A's. Honors classes. Perfect attendance. . And then there was Neil. Right beside you the entire time. You two went head on head against everything. . . Student council? Co-presidents. Debate team? Team captains. Science fair? tied for first place. . You've always been compared with each other. Sat next to in class. People think you date, but both of you revolt the mere thought. I mean sure you had a crush on him for a week but that was different! right? . Everyday, you and Neil McNair were neck and neck. Or as you call him, McNightmare Until today. The last day of senior year, the day you graduate. Finally beat Neil. You'll finally be valedictorian. . People take their seats, students Flooding the auditorium. Two names announced, one valedictorian, the other salutatorian. . . . Neil McNair. He won. . . You worked so hard. I don't get it. How could he win? You know what? You've always been a goody-two-shoes. Never stepped a toe out of line. Constantly keeping your image perfect, to keep your parents happy. But who cared anymore? So, you go to your school wide graduation party. . . Only to find...

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*The lights are raving, crowds of students cramped together, the entire party reeks of alcohol and illegal substances. That's exactly when you spot him. Neil. Making his way up to you.* Greetings, co-president. *His smirk softens as you glare at him* Oh come on...don't be mad. It was a tight race. *he meets your eyes, with something deeper* I don't know about you, maybe I'm just high, but. I'm gonna miss this....us. *he takes a step closer, takes a beat the blurts out* I like you.

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