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ROSE'S P.O.V.
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I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock.
"Mmmff" I groaned as I stood up and got dressed into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a white shirt and my white converse.
I went into my bathroom and looked in the mirror. My hair stuck up in different directions.
"Crap." I said aloud as I looked to my phone for the time; 7:50. I had to be at school by 8.
Instead of straightening my hair like I usually did, I quickly ran my brush through my hair and let the waves flow naturally.
I sprinted to my car and drove to school, passing the speed limit.
I parked my car and ran to first period.
I walked in, just on time and sat at my usual spot. Right in the middle, next to my "friends", if I could call them that.
History class started, lead by the strictest teacher at my school, Ms.Bortum. Her last name basically explained what I felt in her class: boredom.
About thirty minutes into class, the door flew open.
In came a smirking Marcel.
But, he wasn't in his usual vest and high pants. He didn't have his huge glasses on and his hair didn't have gel.
The whole class went completely silent, including Ms.Bortum.
Marcel's hair was left wild, curly. He had a black shirt, black skinny jeans, and black combat like shoes on. He also had a black leather jacket and a paper airplane necklace I noticed after my eyes wandered up his body.
I had to admit, he looked like a badass.
A fucking hot one.
I bit my lip, my eyes wandering up his body again, and landing on his green, sparkling eyes.
He saw me checking him out.
'Fuck fuck fuck!' I thought as my face grew a light shade of red in embarrassment. His eyes had locked on mine, a cheeky grin forming on his face.
"M-Mr.Styles, you should know that I don't tolerate late students." Ms.Boretum sternly said, her eyes growing hard.
His eyes left mine as he turned to face a beet red Ms.Boretum.
"I'm sorry, m'am. It won't happen again." he gave her a sweet smile. Her frown left her face as she told him to take a seat.
He gave me a wink as he passed by me, his side slightly touched my body as he made his way to his desk at the back.
My body shuddered, yearning for his touch once again, remembering the night before.
Marcel's hot, sweaty body against mine, his hard cock pressing, grinding into my clit.
'Stop it. Stop it, Rose.' I tried to convince myself to stop thinking about those wonderful 30 minutes as I looked back at Marcel.
As he took a seat, I started hearing whispers, such as,
"Damn, is that Marcel?"
"He's hot."
"Hey, Anne, do you think that's a new student?"
"That can't be Marcel... He was so ugly. How did he turn from a nerd to a panty dropper in less than a day?"
All of those things were whispers from feminine voices, I heard none from the boys.
I turned around a bit to see the boys of the class glaring at Marcel, obviously jealous.
I glanced at Marcel and noticed he was staring at me, with no expression whatsoever.
Uncomfortable, I turned around and actually payed attention to what Ms.Boretum had to say about some war.
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