A new professor starts at Marinette's high school. He's popular among the students for his good looks and young age but what will Marinette think about this new teacher? Will she take a liking to him or will they become enemies?
I'm still shocked that Mr Agreste invited me to his house to study. It's not professional at all but as long as nothing odd happens I'll go along with it. Of course as soon as I get home I call Alya and tell her everything. She picks up after the first ring, clearly eager to hear my drama.
"Girl what happened, tell me EVERYTHING!" Alya speak before I can even open my mouth.
"Right, I told him the library closes and 4 and he invited me to his HOUSE to study!" We both squeal in excitement, "Then, he wrote down his address and PHONE NUMBER!"
"Mari I am so jealous of you right now. You are so lucky. You're going to the hottest man of earth's house and you have his phone number! You know, he is only 2 years older than us." you can hear her teasing tone over the phone.
"Alya shush." Blood runs to my cheeks, making me flustered. "Oh my gosh, what should I wear? I don't have any makeup. How should I do my hair?"
"Calm down girl. I'll be over in 10 with makeup and the perfect outfit."
"Thanks Alya, you're the best." I hang up and begin to wash my face. When Alya arrives we run to my bathroom and for the second time today, she empties her makeup bag onto my counter.
"What time are you guys doing this?" She pulls out her phone from her back pocket and checks the time.
"7 PM, What time is it now?" She starts playing her favourite playlist and places her phone on the counter along with the makeup.
"5:26. Perfect, we have plenty of time." Without wasting anymore time, she begins to pick up different things and apply them to my face.
"Done! You look gorgeous Mari." Alya applies a few finishing dots before rummaging through her bag. She pulls out the smallest dress I have ever seen. It's black and screams 'slutty CEO'.
"Alya, i'm not sure that's appropriate." I look at her and point my bony finger at the dress she's holding so proudly.
"At least try it on. It'll fit you perfectly." She shoves the dress towards me. What's the worst that could happen? I'll just try it on and if I don't feel comfortable, I'll change. Simple right?
The dress is super tight. It's a plain black spaghetti strap dress. The dress is half way up my thighs and clenches to my curves, making me feel like I can't breathe.
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^What she's wearing^
"Alya, are you sure about this?" I give her an uncertain tone as she turns around. As soon as she sees me her jaw drops.
"Girl, yes. You have a perfect body and you don't show it. You should wear tight dresses more often!" She looks me up and down, stunned. "Just saying, I would smash you." She nudges my shoulder with a joking tone.
"Alya!" I get flustered and hide my face.
"Don't worry Mari, It's perfect. Here, put these on with it." In one hand she hold a pair of chunky black heels and in the other she has a plain black hand bag which can barely fit my phone.
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