Jasmine's POV:
Class 107...
Class 107...
Where the heck is Class 107?
Oh wait, its upstairs not downstairs. Idiot. Walking upstairs, I successfully found my class. Opening the handle, somebody grabbed onto my arm.
Soft hands. Very soft hands.
Looking below, definitely a boy. Damn, CLIVE. His cologne is so strong, it gives me headaches.
"Aren't you going to speak?" He chuckled with a deep British accent.
Oh my god, his accent. I'm going to collapse, someone save me.
"Let go." I demanded.
Why did I say that? Who did I say that to? Should I look up, or is that a bad idea? Why am I asking so many questions? Why am I talking to myself? Snap out of it.
"Hello, are you there?" He asked.
"Oh sorry, I was day dreaming or something." I laughed whilst looking up at him.
Oh my sweet mother of loving front loops. Yes, front loops. I love them, but not the mascot. That bird thing creeps me out, and I don't know what it's called.
But Connor?
Connor?!
"I don't accept apologies, I only accept kisses from pretty girls like you." Connor smirked, while looking from head to toe.
He leaned in closer. Going in for a kiss, and soon enough, I gave him my consent.
Oh my god. Why am I doing this? Jasmine, you are literally allowing a guy to kiss you.
Pushing him away, he smirked at me. Pinning me against the wall, whispering to me.
"I know you liked that kiss..." He smirked whilst walking away to his class.
Oh god, my first kiss...
He stole my first kiss...
"You stole my FIRST fucking kiss, jerk!" I yelled at him through the narrow halls.
You know what? I'm going to skip one class for now, I can't deal with this right now. I know it's selfish, but who cares? My life, my control. I control my life, nobody else does.
Walking down the stairs, the hall past monitor is blocking the way. Great, now I have another douche to deal with right now.
"Hall past." Damien demanded.
"Step aside, or I'll beat your little ass." I growled.
"Lady, I will call the principal." Damien explained.
I can't take it, he's annoying me. Pushing him, he was as light as a feather. That wasn't hard at all, piece of cake, am I right?
"Code 10, there's a student without a hall pass." Damien spoke to his microphone as I heard a door opening.
Again, a hand grabbed onto mine. Someone was holding my hand, I started to tingle. Facing to look at the person holding on to me, Connor.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"The principal told me to be a hall monitor for a day." He smirked, while carrying me.
"Put me down." I demanded.
"Sorry, but orders, are orders. Plus, if I want to get out of this hell hole job ALIVE, I need to follow orders from the principal. Don't forget, I only carry girls that are unique. You should really be lucky." He winked at me, whilst bringing me to class.
"I can walk myself, I don't need the likes of you carrying me. I'm an independent women, now unhand me you filthy creature." I demanded whilst doing a deep low voice for no apparent reason.
"Are you trying to impress me? Because it's definitely working." He chuckled.
I started tingling again, his accent, he's definitely impressing me. Although he's perfect, he's a total jerk...
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Fiksi Remaja"I don't accept apologies, I only accept kisses from pretty girls like you." Connor smirked, while looking from head to toe. He leaned in closer. Going in for a kiss, and soon enough, I gave him my consent. Oh my god. Why am I doing this? Jasmine, y...
