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Aveline sat in the passenger seat of Margo's sleek black Lamborghini. The air conditioning was on full blast, deflecting the intense heat outside.

Aveline glanced at Margo, who was focused on driving. Margo wore a plain white t-shirt, slightly wrinkled, under a black leather jacket. Her jeans were faded, and the knee had a small tear. A dark grey bonnet hat covered most of her lengthy hair, with a few strands escaping at the nape of her neck.

Aveline's mind wandered to their first meeting. She remembered her confusion when she realized Margo wasn't the man she initially thought she was. The memory warmed Aveline's cheeks.

Turning to look out the window, Aveline caught her reflection in the glass. She noticed several small, purplish marks on her neck. Quickly, she adjusted the collar of her white school blouse, ensuring it covered the hickeys.

Aveline smoothed out her blouse, noticing a small coffee stain near the bottom she'd missed earlier. She brushed at her navy blue skirt, which fell just above her knees. Her black leather shoes, freshly polished that morning, already had a scuff on the left toe.

"Have you been studying?" Margo asked, her eyes on the road ahead.

"Yes," Aveline replied, her voice slightly higher than usual.

"Do you have an exam today?"

"No, Margo."

She glanced at Aveline before returning her attention to driving. "Did you get enough sleep last night?"

"No, you never tire me. I always get enough sleep when I'm with you, Margo. Would you like to sleep with me again?" Aveline said, her tone casual despite the intimate subject.

Margo laughed, a short, sharp sound. "If it doesn't affect your grades...we will."

"That's a deal," Aveline said, grinning.

They pulled up to the school gates. The security guard, an older man in a faded blue uniform, recognized the car and waved them through. As they entered the school grounds, Aveline sank lower in her seat. She could see students turning to look at the Lamborghini, some pointing and whispering to their friends.

The car came to a stop in the drop-off area. Aveline hesitated for a moment before opening the door, her hand lingering on the handle. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the attention she knew was coming.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

As Margo pulled the sleek black Lamborghini up to the curb in front of Aveline's school building, Aveline felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach. She smoothed her skirt with slightly sweaty palms and glanced out the window.

"Margo, can you park the car over there instead?" Aveline suggested as she pointed to an empty parking space at the far end of the lot, away from the main entrance. "I can walk from there; it's no trouble."

Margo pulled her designer sunglasses down and peered over them at Aveline, one eyebrow arched. "Don't be silly; I'll walk you to your classroom."

Aveline bit her lip and fiddled with the strap of her backpack. "It's okay; I don't want to take up too much of your time..." she protested weakly, feeling a blush creep up her neck as she noticed people starting to stare at the expensive car.

"It's no trouble at all," Margo assured her with a casual shrug and a dazzling smile that made Aveline's heart skip a beat. She reached over and patted Aveline's knee before gracefully exiting the vehicle.

Taking a deep breath, Aveline followed, clutching her textbooks to her chest and trying to ignore her classmates' wide-eyed looks. As predicted, Margo's presence drew even more attention, with students openly gawking at the glamorous woman as she waited for Aveline on the sidewalk.

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