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Stassie is a young 18-year-old in school and doing A-levels, she is known as the goody toe shoes and gets bullied a lot of the time for it.
Saint is also 18 and doing A-levels. He is known as the 'bad boy' and has a...
I let out a scoff. Me, take care of Saint Lexington? The infamous asshole and bad kid? I think not.
"Sir-," Before I could finish my sentence Mr. Andison gave me a bright smile.
He spoke in a gruff voice. "Stassie, I'm so happy you agreed to my request over email. A top student like you may teach young Lexington to behave himself and go to lessons. If you don't our school reputation may very well be ruined..." I noticed him glancing at the boy next to me as he spoke his last sentence.
I raise an eyebrow, momentarily confused.
My mother.
Of course, she would control my emails along with everything else in my life. But I guess this may be good on my CV, who knows?
I clear my throat, my face scrunching up into a forced smile. "Of course, sir! You know I love helping," I drawled, trying to ignore the lasers burning into the side of my head. God this Saint boy was a real piece of work if he can't even be polite.
Before anyone else could speak a sudden clap blared through the room and the principal stood. "Good! Stassie will take you to each of your classes, Saint," he said almost proudly from his plan.
I shift uncomfortably, looking up at the dark brown eyes that are burning into my soul.
"Now you have my number text me your address, I can make sure you get into school, you're going to always stick by me from now on. I don't want to get in trouble because I can't control someone who acts like a child," I say sternly.
I tell myself silently not to worry, this boy isn't going to mess with you! Your Stassie Hartley for goodness' sake, he will do everything you say.
Even with my silent encouragement not being true it still helps to have some hope. I look him dead in the eye, doing my best intimidating glare.
My eyes widened as he snickered and looked down at me in a condescending way. My glare almost immediately got destroyed as I internally cringed and scratched my neck awkwardly.
"Look Gorgeous, I don't give a crap if you want me to be with you 24/7 but you don't pretend to be in charge of me..." he said as he looked down at me, his threatening tone causing my bones to tingle and butterflies to bloom. He stalks his way closer to me, his breathing harsh as he towered over me. My face began to heat as I felt him lean down, his hot breath against my neck.
"Got that princess?" I stare ahead in shock; I can almost hear his sadistic smirk. I pause for a good few seconds, his braids the only thing in my view.
After my shock wave wore off, I quickly shoved him away almost defensively. "Uhm...w-well you're going to have to deal with it...! I must take responsibility for what you're doing now!" I blurt out nervously with a slightly raised voice, "And stop with your pitiful nicknames emo boy, they're terrible."
I watch as he sarcastically puts his hand to his chest, making a small gasp. "Emo boy? Oh, wow sweet pea you're so original." I heard him chuckle and speak with fake enthusiasm which caused me to stiffen.
I turn around with a small 'hmph' and walk away from him. I hear him make a high-pitched whistle which makes me feel more annoyed. What an ass...
Okay, you guys finally get the jist of their relationship, I'm gonna try to write a slow burn because I love giving my viewers pain who do you guys think will fall first? Also sorry it's a short chapter!
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