Beauty Erotica

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Ten minutes before the bell for the first class would ring, Remy hung around the locker banks with Jordan and his friends. She'd been watching the main entrance closely, waiting for a certain someone to walk through the doors.

"Remy, did you hear me?" A familiar voice said in the distance. "Re-myyyyyy!"

"Huh," she startled, glancing at Jordan, who was waving in her face impatiently.

"I said I can't wait for the post-game party on Friday."

"What post-game party?"

Jordan gave her a long dubious look. "Tommy's party to celebrate our win. I told you about didn't I?"

"No..."

"Aw shit. Well it's after the game. Think you can make it?" He asked with those pleading, big, beautiful eyes. What was a girl to do when he looked at her like that?

"Of course," Remy relented. "But I already told you I'm no fun at parties."

"Well it wouldn't be a party without you, babe."

The other girls in their group awed as Jordan snuck a quick peck on her lips. For the first time that morning, Remy gave him her full attention, focusing on the bright hues of gold and brown sparkling in his eyes. It was moments like these where she had to just stop and wonder why a boy so handsome, so loving, and so perfect wanted anything to do with her.

"I'm really lucky aren't I?" She whispered to herself. But Jordan heard her and he gave her another kiss, this time longer, and deeper.

"Alright, you two break it up!" A nearby teacher called out. As she did, the 5 minute warning bell rang, signaling students to start walking to their classes. The hallway suddenly became very busy as students pushed towards their designated classrooms, books in tow.

As Remy and Jordan separated from their embrace, a particularly hard shove thrusted Remy back into Jordan's chest.

"Jeez!" She exclaimed.

"Hey, watch it man," Jordan said threateningly. She heard a quick "sorry", but when Remy turned to face her assailant, he was already walking away with his back to her. However that voice, his frame...Remy was certain it was him.

"Hey!" She called out, but Jordan pulled her back.

"Nah baby, it's all good. I'm sure it was just an accident."

"What? No, that's not what I-,"

"Get to your classes. Come on, what're you doing?" The same teacher yelled again.

"Shit, I can't be late to World History again. I'll see you at lunch!" Jordan peeled away from her hurriedly, jogging off to his class.

Remy groaned, but walked to her own first block class. As a senior at Ridgemont High, Remy was allowed to take two free electives between the first and second semesters. She had chosen, however, to take Cultural Sociology because it sounded interesting and unlike any other course she'd taken in all her schooling. Now, she regretted it nearly everyday.

The class discussed how different communities and cultures were formed in society, and often revolved around the topic of race, gender, religion, and identity. It was actually a new class this year, and the first of its kind for the small, conservative town of Ridgemont. It was also a tiny class, consisting of only 15 students, most of whom were seniors, females, and white. That's why when Remy walked into class that morning, she noticed him right away.

He was wearing a large grey hoodie that covered most of his face. The rest of his face was obscured by a book he was reading, hunched over. Still, Remy knew it was him. She could see his hands where they gripped the book, and the tell-tale red and brown splotches.