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Y/N POV: "Was ist dien liebingsfach?"

I look at myself in the mirror, admiring my most recent nose job which I think looked stunning, despite what the plastic surgeon said. My sugar daddy Lafayetterine insisted that I get it before moving to Perth so we could have matching noses as well as our sexy personalities. He said that even though we had to break up (apparently long distance creates too many opportunities to find other people even though I know he had been cheating on me with Pelilah Pig for the last 3 months) he always wanted to be reminded of me every time he saw himself (and in Pelilahs eyes whenever they were hooking up). I'm going to get all the cute guys this year.

I shoved my pet Dugong out of the way as I model-walked out my front door like was Kim Kardashian or Trisha Paytas. I was just about at the front gates when a foggy, mysteriously dark alleyway caught my attention. It wasn't the fact it was dark or mysterious that led me towards it, it was the scent of eucalyptus oil and frankfurts and the idea a freakishly hot guy might be lurking within. Fueled by these thoughts I renegaded my way down the cobblestone alley until I reached the source of the eucalyptus and frankfurt. There, sitting with his back towards a graffitied, gum covered mural of a german flag, was some guy vaping eucalyptus oil while eating an unidentifiable chunk of some unknown meat. At first I thought the meat was mutton, but the more I stared at it I began to think it looked more like sheep. Then, suddenly, he dropped his meat chunk and stared directly at me, his blue eyes piercing my soul in a way that Laffayeterine could never. Just as I was about to turn back so I wouldn't miss my first class, he grabbed my 3 inch gucci mini skirt and said in a seductive yet foreign way, "Was ist dein lieblingsfach?".

I asked him "What did you say?" as the scent of the eucalyptus oil flooded my nostrils, numbing my senses.

He repeated once more "Was ist dien lieblingsfach" but this time, a lot softer as if he wasn't clutching my skirt which I had only just considered to be a tad revealing.

Thinking back to the German classes I had taken as a six year old in primary school, I responded "Clive Palmer", because I'm pretty sure he was asking me my opinion for who to vote in the upcoming election.

He looked at me, his mouth twisting into a creepy yet very hot smirk.

"I can change that".