fondling my heartstrings

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Chapter One

The teacher was so obviously drunk. It was ridiculous. He told us just to get to know each other and all that dumb crap. So that left the room buzzing and our supervisor passed out on the desk. I stayed put, in my corner, avoiding the eyes of the teen next to me. "Mon cher.. Why are you so shy? I won't hurt you." I grumbled and pressed myself closer agaisnt the wall. Asshole.. He chuckled and moved his desk closer to mine. "Don't be shy.. Look at me." Fucking hoser. His index finger and thumb very gently turned my head and tilted my chin up. "There we go. Now I can get a better look at you." My face flushed dark red and I stomach fluttered. He studied all of my features. He ran his thumb over my lips. "So soft... Have you ever kissed anyone?" I move his hand away. How do you tell someone to very kindly fuck off? "No. I haven't and I don't plan on it anytime soon." He pouted and leaned closer. "Not even for me?" I will fucking devour his firstborn child. "Excuse me can you get away from my babe? thanks." I groaned hearing the Americans snoody voice as he placed himself in my lap, and kissed my cheek. I rolled my eyes and pushed him off. "Hush up hoser. This is my brother, Alfred. Who the hell are you?" He looked a bit taken aback. His perfect eyebrow raised on his perfect face and he very gently leaned extremely close to my face. "My name is Francis Bonnefoy."

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