Chapter 1

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You never know how hard it is to jump through a small ass window. Even I don't know, I just seen it happening a lot of times. To me. Through my window.

You can't do anything to help, you just stand there, watching them risk a concussion for you. Which is kinda cute in my opinion. I mean who doesn't find it cute watching a guy kinda die for them.

On a more important note, the most recent guy who is currently climbing through my window, is my ex boyfriend named Zerkan. He has kinda curly brown hair, brown eyes and extremely curly eyelashes. You would expect these qualities to make him look beautiful, but he's more of your average looking Turkish boy, with trendy eyebrows.

After a lot of difficulty, he has managed to come inside. He's only slightly taller than me, so it's a good thing that he doesn't look like an intimating man. I lead him to my room.

"Long time no see," he remarks, and unexpectedly hugs me. I hug him back because I'm nice.

He sits on my bed and at a shit attempt at making conversation I say "so when are you getting your nose piercing?" He looks at me in a confusing way and I correct myself "sorry, ear piercing," I blame my sister, since she has recently developed an obsession with nose piercings.

"Later today," he replies.

"Mhm," I don't know why I asked that because he already put 'getting my ear pierced on Friday' on his story.

"Uhh, why don't you come sit down?" He says, patting the space on my bed next to him.

"Sure," I do not want to sit next to you.

"So, have you applied for sixth form?" He asks me. Urm no, idiot, I'm in year 10 how do you forget that.

I smile very fakely, "nope, I'm still in year 10,"

"Oh yeah," he kinda laughs. We dated for like 2 months. How can he not remember what year I'm in?

After a while, he puts his hand in his pocket, pulling out a condom. "So should I put this on now?" he asks.

"Err I don't know? If you want?" I reply uncertainly.

"Yeah, but I have to be turned on first..." he says, looking at me like I'm supposed to do something seductive to turn him on.

"Oh." Okay, now he's looking at my chest. I am not taking my shirt off.

"Do you want to take that off?" he asks.

I bite my lip in an un sexy way. "Not really."

He inhales deeply, and lies down on my bed. I lie down next to him. He slowly starts sliding his hand down my stomach, and I stop him quickly. My heartbeat is suddenly faster. "I'm on my period." I state.

"So? I can still touch you through your clothes."

I think for a moment. "That'll probably be uncomfortable.."

"Okay, let me just try, and you tell me if it's uncomfortable?" he says.

"Okay."

He replaces his hand between my legs and touches me through my clothes, really slowly. His touch literally has no effect on me. I kinda don't feel anything and he's messing up my pad. I wince, so he notices. "Do you want me to stop?" he questions.

"Yeah," I exhale so he thinks I'm in pain.

He lifts his head up, and starts kissing my chest. He doesn't get pussy so he moves on to boobs. The story of his life. He tries to put his hand through my bra, but it flops really badly and I want to laugh at him.

"Can you at least take your shirt off?" he practically begs.

If I take my shirt off, it won't be such a big deal. It's not like I'm stripping all my clothes or something.

"Okay sure,"

I take my jacket/ jumper off, and then my shirt. He watches me very thirstily. I should get used to the attention if I want to fulfil my dreams of becoming a hooker, prostitute, pole dancer and stripper.

We lie back on my bed, and he touches my boobs. I just stare at the ceiling because he doesn't turn me on. At all. He unhooks his belt, and unzips his jeans. He then takes out his dick like he's proud of the 4 inches. Wow he needs to get some dick enlargement surgery.

Only kidding, size doesn't matter.

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