𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙃𝙔🎸⚡️

ONE

SASHA'S POV

I went from being so infatuated by this guy, to wishing I never set my eyes on him in the span of 2 days. How can men be so cruel?

Talking about me like I was some piece of meat, without ever having a sexual encounter with me.

For fuck's sake, I'm a virgin.

Mr. Parker paired us up for a project and we worked on it at my apartment. He excused himself to use the bathroom. I gave him directions.

He was taking a while in there. I went looking for him, hoping he didn't take a wrong turn.

I could hear his voice coming from the bathroom. I slowly crept up to the door, trying to eavesdrop.

"No, I didn't fuck her yet. You gotta take your time with these bitches. I know she has a some massive crush on me, just gotta sweeten her up. She's barely got tits..."

That was enough to make a tear roll down my cheek. Thankfully today was the last day we were working on this project.

I'll make him present it himself, I don't think I have the guts to stand beside him in front of the entire class and present it.

That happened 3 days ago and I still haven't gotten over it. I cried to my best friend, Hanna,  about it and she suggested that we went out. She bought us tickets to a show by a punk-rock band named "Punk's not Dead", never heard of them before.

Now I was at the show, by myself, wondering where Hanna was. I've texted her multiple times, no answer, even called and still no answer.

Maybe I should leav–

"TIME TO ROCK YOUR COCKS OFF!"

A thick British accent startled me.

A tall, dark skinned guy with wicks, piercings and tattoos stood on the stage with a mic in hand, and a guitar hanging on him.

He was beautiful, my goodness.

He hasn't even started singing yet, and the crowd was going wild around me.

These guys must be a big deal.

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