Blood Clot

""'Perhaps there is such a thing as a Sex God?""

Hi guys. This is my story. Yes it is terrible but oh well. Enjoy.

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Chapter 1

Ashley's POV

So here I am. Sitting in the school library, waiting for some other students to arrive. I hate this place, books are always scattered over the floor; their ripped pages getting in everyones way. I am sitting in the middle of the old library, on the chairs that have had their cushions ripped, probably by some disrespectful Year 11.

I took out my phone and attempted to get access the schools wifi; a rumour started that there is a way to hack it however I have no idea how. After eventually giving up, I gazed up from my phone and started scanning the room with my tired eyes.

You're probably wondering what a 15 year old girl is doing, spending her Thursday in a library? Well some how I got entered into some French speaking competition and I now have to travel to central London to take part. Apparently it is all part of the school's programme to "encourage the use of modern languages within our society". Pft... whatever that means. So yeah... I think I am pretty early- about half an hour or so. There was no point me going to my PE lesson because I would have had to leave half way through.

I was just about to turn back to looking at my phone, when three year 11 boys walked in closely followed by a girl.

I knew the girl as Soph. We had some mutual friends and had hung out together quite a few times. She is quite cool and we both get along. I know that I always have a great time with her.

I recognised one of the boys as Joe. I have never spoken a word to him in my life but he is one of those people who everyone knows. The class clown. Mr Popular. Apparently, he once set off the sprinklers and the fire alarm in the middle of a mock GCSE exam. Yeah, he was THAT kind of guy.

The other two I don't know. One of them was about my height with brown hair and eyes. He was kinda good looking I suppose.

The other guy was about 5"9 and had green eyes. Deep sea green eyes. He was good looking. No 'kinda' about him. He had broad shoulders with both straps of his tattered Nike bag slung over one of them.

The four of them must have shared a joke because a bright smile filled the guy with the green eyes' face.

Shit. He was hot.

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Thanks for reading! I will update as much as I can!