First Day

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I looked around at faces, though I knew absolutely none.
My palms were sweaty and my heart was beating faster than it should've been.
It was my first day at a new school, and I didn't want to make a bad impression.
Who do I sit next to?
Who do I talk to?
What should I do?
My eyes caught a boy with dark hair leaning over his desk, focused on his phone, and an empty desk sat next to him.
What the heck. I thought to myself, and walked over to him.
I cleared my throat as politely as I could, and he looked up at me.
"Hello, is anyone sitting here?" I put on my kindest smile and sweetest tone.
He looked at me a moment, studying me, it seemed, and a small smile slowly appeared on his face.
He had dark eyes, almost as dark as his hair, and they shot like daggers into my skin.
He looked like he'd been up all night, and he looked like he caused trouble.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Then he smiled, and his face seemed to have lost its edge. His eyes seemed to have gotten lighter.
"Nope, it's all yours."
I smiled back at him and sat in my chair, setting my bag down beside me.
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe my first day wouldn't be so bad.
He seems nice. I thought.

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Sitting here, waiting for class to start felt like torture.
I had been scrolling through Instagram late last night, and here I was again.
Going through the endless cycle of repetition that seemed to be my life.
Why can't something interesting just happen?
A throat cleared beside me, and I looked up.
The most beautiful woman I had ever seen stood there, smiling down at me.
The first thing I noticed was her chest.
Her breasts seemed to fit perfectly in her shirt, and the split in the fabric showed them pressed together nicely.
I looked down her body, at her perfect figure and beautiful curves.
I could already imagine what my hands would feel like tracing them beneath me.
She was wearing a skirt, that showed off her long, amber legs.
I wonder what it would be like if I pulled that little skirt off of her...
A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth.
"Nope, it's all yours."
She sat down, smiling big at me, and I couldn't stop grinning. Her skirt rose up when she sat down, and I could see her thighs that looked ever so soft.
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe life would get a little more interesting.
She seems easy. I thought.

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