Love Between Telemetry [Lance Stroll]

Prologue ✔

"I don't like your little games
Don't like your tilted stage
The role you made me play
Of the fool, no I don't like you."
Look What You Made Me Do; Taylor Swift

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*TW - bullying, sexual harassment

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Flashback:

"Dear students, this is your new classmate Lance Stroll," our history teacher, Mrs. Blanc introduced the boy who was awkwardly standing next to her. I briefly glanced at him, noticing his chocolate eyes stuck on me. He sent me a smirk and I just rolled my eyes, turning my attention back to the textbook, "Lance, could you please sit next to Alexandrina?" she said and pointed to an empty seat next to me. I stopped reading my textbook and looked at Mrs. Blanc with a confused look in my eyes. Did she forget that I normally have a neighbor? My best friend Lara is ill today but normally, she sits right next to me. It's HER place and I love sitting with her, I don't want to sit with some new guy. There is something fishy about him, he seems so stuck-up.

"But Lara is sitting here," I annoyedly said. You have plenty of empty places in this classroom, why has he sit right here? I've just met him, I don' t even know what he is like. But something is telling me that he is a douche.

"Lara is not here today and when she will come, she can sit somewhere else. You always talk a lot and don't pay attention," I was about to open my mouth to protest but I changed my mind in the last minute. It's not worth it, "I want you to help Lance get used to everything and I would be happy if you show him the whole school in the break." I pouted my lips, not saying a word. Mrs. Blanc gave me a stern look and I immediately knew that I can't win this.

"Of course," I said with a fake smile and put all my books to my side of the desk. Mrs. Blanc gave me a nod and told Lance to take his place. Then she turned on the computer to show us the PowerPoint presentation about a World War I.

"Hey, beautiful," he whispered when he sat down next to me. Oh my god, a womanizer. That's exactly what I need, a fuckboy trying to get into my pants. I knew that he is no good.

"Shut up, jerk," I hissed quietly so I won't interrupt the lesson.

"Whoa, what a sharp tongue. I think I like you even more now," he laughed, licking his lips and eyeing my up and down. I just rolled my eyes and focus on Mrs. Blanc's History lesson, ignoring the new boy with raven hair checking me up like I'm for sale. A bell ended the lesson, finally. Normally I love lessons but right now I'm happy I can take some distance from that Lance dude. Actually...I have to show him the school. Fuck. God, why? Why me?