Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

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{Alright, so I remade the first chapter (Called 'Tattooed' now called 'prologue') and you probably need to read it. But that's it so VOTE COMMENT AND ENJOY}

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"Sex. Today, we'll be talking about sex, preferably, what sex is."

I let out a quiet sigh as I sit around a bunch of girls. We were in a big classroom with girls on one side and boys on the other.

Then, I look back up at the teacher in front of the class. He was sure handsome. Nice blue eyes, nice brown hair, and nice white, straight teeth. He was tan too. He even had a british accent. But, I prefer Harry more.

{A/N: Mr. Curtis is played by Tom Hardy ;D look 'em up. He's hot and British! Oh and he's in 'This means war' :3}

I snap out of my zone and watch the teacher that had Mr. Curtis wrote on the board.

"Is sex bad?" He randomly asks.

I look around at everyone as everyone else does. Slowly, I raise my hand.

"Icon." He points over to me, seeing the big 'ICON' on my tank.

"Sometimes. There are some people that are careless and end up sixteen and pregnant, but there are others that are careful and wait to a good age to have a kid. But either way, you get a miracle from it."I explain with a shrug at the end.

"You speak from experience?" He asks.

"Oh, no. Never been pregnant nor ever will be 'til I'm married." I say back quickly.

Mr. Curtis stares at me with an unsure for a couple seconds before opening his mouth again.

"Hm.. Well, Very good. Moving on,"

I let out a sigh of relief as he moves to another thing.

"How many of you in here, have had sex? Don't lie. It's alright to tell me." He tells us.

Half of the class raise their hands as the other half keep their hands to themselves and blush or look down. I let out a small embarrassed laugh and raise my hand.

What? I'm not gonna lie..

"Hm, I see.." He nods, looking at us all. "Did you like it?" He asks.

"Uh-don't you think that's a little..Personal?" I inquire.

"It's a simple question.." He trails off obviously trying to figure out my name.

"Samantha, my names Samantha." I tell him.

"Samantha." He repeats back to me, finishing his sentence.

He smiles at me for a second before turning to the rest of the class.

"Alright, since that question is so personal, we're going to skip it." He tells the class.

Everyone 'Phew's and I can almost see the sweat roll of their foreheads. I let out a soft laugh.

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I lift up my small purse and fling it over my shoulder as Mr. Curtis calls leave. I stand from my seat and push in my chair before walking out to the door.

"Samantha!" Mr. Curtis calls, causing me to stop and turn.

"Yes?" I ask.

He smiles down at the ground and scratch his head before looking back to me.

"Would it be weird to ask you to have lunch with me?" He chuckles.

"Class is over, Mr. Curtis." I laugh.