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I walked in taking my usual seat, closest to the board.

I didn't have very good vision.

In more accurate terms,

I'm blind.

I refused to wear my glasses to school, they made my eyes look like the size of the moon, which ironically we were learning about in class.

And after constantly taping my neighbors shoulder asking them what was written on the board, Mr Harris got fed up and finally moved me to the front of the class.

Then apperantly Sammy Wilkinson also couldn't see the board and asked to move forward to the empty seat next to me. What a coincidence right?
Or so I thought.

I had only seen him around the school
his clique of fuckboys that sat with my friends at lunch.

My friends would completely drool over them.

How dumb,
it seemed pointless too.

Your trying to get affirmation from some douchy teenage boys, which will never end well in my opinion.

Now, I'm not here to down grade teenagers and act like there a bunch of pigs.

There are exceptions.

The guys who didnt just want to sleep with you who actually wanted a serious relationship, and let me tell you if you find a guy like that
marry him.

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Soon the warning bell rang signaling there was only 1 minute left till class started.

I sat in the semi-empty classroom,
when Samuel and the rest of the football team came barging in door chanting like a bunch of dogs.

There must be a game today.

"What team are we?! Bulldogs"they chanted.

I didn't know this was high school musical but ok.

Soon enough they settled into their seats, Sam sat down next to me.
"How are you doing sweet thang?" He asked

I scoffed.

Literally, he is Disney af.

Shortly after my cringing Mr.Harris began talking.

"So as you all may know our biggest test of the year is coming up. We will be reviewing all that we have covered this year" Mr. Harris' annoying voice informed us. But I'm  pretty sure about half of us didn't give a damn.

"This counts for 50% of your grade" he made an emphasis on 50%.
"Lluv! Lluv! Lluv!" sammys voice whispered.
I ignored him, trying to focus on what the teacher was saying, because I for one wanted to graduate.
My eyes focused on the smartboard, tapping my mechanical pencil.

I felt a soft and wet sensation on my cheek. I looked over at Sam.
He had placed his lips on my cheek.
"What the hell"I questioned wiping my cheek from the spit, the anger evident in my voice.

"That's the only way I could get your attention"he shrugged.

I glared at him. He was seated in a lazy manner, his legs wide open
which made me feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"What do you want"I said in a harsh tone.

"Do you think I would get an A?"he asked looking down at my legs not even bothering to hide his disgusting behavior.

I pulled my skirt down.

"No, your stupid as shit"I said a laugh escaping my lips.

"I bet you I could beat your score"he challenged a cocky expression plastered on that pretty face of his.

I would be lying if I said I didn't find him attractive.

"Yeah right" I scoffed.

"Wanna bet"he asked.

"Your on"I raised my eyebrow.

"If I win..."I trailed off trying to think of a good punishment.

"You have to stop hitting on girls for the rest of the year"I finished a satisfied smirk on my lips.

That would kill any fuckboy.

He gave me a shocked expression.

"Not one?"

"Not. a. single. girl."I stated

He looked taken back.
His eyes wandered around the room as if contemplating my offer.

His eyes soon stopped on me.

"Ok but if I win"his eyes trailed down my body stopping at my breasts then moving down the rest of my body as he bit his lip.

"You have to do whatever I say for a month"

I agreed.

This was very risky but,
there was no way I was going to lose.
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When you're Disney af. Lol but Lluv is short for Lluvia fyi.
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