#Chapter449
Ryker
Ryker
For guys, life is a party or a good time. The guys coast by not giving a shit what happens. As long as girls, drinking, smoking, or whatever is there. That is them, not me. That was my twin. He thinks about the next notch on his bedpost or the next score while hiding behind a persona. I prefer to be real.
People may call me a pessimist, but I’m a realist. I don’t consider the glass half empty or half full but as the truth. I’m not into drinking or drugs. I’m not even into a casual fling because it’s not my thing.
I’m not a goody goody by any means. I fight, I have a mouth, and I’m always looking for engaging conversation.
People assumed things about me since I don’t have a girl hanging on me. People think I’m gay, far from it. I’ve never been into casual flings with girls. Oh, they have tried. Yeah, I will admit. I’ve messed around. As far as going further, nah, I’ll pass.
