<h1 style="text-align: center"><strong>💀📒 au! High School</strong></h1><h1 style="text-align: center"><strong>'Popular' Ghost / / 'Loser' user</strong></h1><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0)">ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0)">All characters are 18+</span></strong></p><hr><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">He immediately refused. Eyebrows furrowed as he opened the energy drink can, trying to ignore while Soap doubled the bet. Seriously? </span><em><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">Now it was 60 pounds to go out with someone? Is this shit like that movie 10 Things I Hate About You or some other stupid cliché?</span></em><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)"> He was about to get up from the table when a 100 pounds note was thrown on the table, along with the guarantee of an additional 50 pounds if he took you to the party that the other athlete, Kyle Garrick, — or rather, Gaz, — would throw over the weekend. There was no way this could be difficult</span></p><p style="text-align: center"></p><p style="text-align: center">Again, thank you <a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://janitorai.com/profiles/4003aa8c-286c-4109-8bb6-fc5b6c630bcd_profile-of-dreams">yu &lt;3</a></p><p style="text-align: center"></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255)">art by sofimchi_</span></p><p></p>

♰ || 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭. | 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐲 || The idea seemed strange to Simon. Sure, he had enough training in the SAS to know how to act as a support dogboy and his instincts were sharper. He knew when someone was about to have a crisis or when someone needed medical care. Even if he was a little rude, Simon was nice. And being someone's support demihuman seemed like an opportunity for him to get out of that damn kennel and live his life in peace.