It All Started With a Comment

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"Oh my gosh," Leticia thought out loud, "Can't people actually pull up their trousers. This ain't no prison." She was referring to the wanna-be road man who was laundering in front of her in the corridor.

The corridors were narrow in this part of the school; it was an old part of the compound, obviously belonging to history, where unfortunately Leticia's form room was. She would have been able to move faster, if the stick boy, would just light a little bit of a fire up his arse. His pace probably couldn't even match that of a snail.

Each time she tried to move ahead of him, he went faster, and when she slowed, he slowed.

Perhaps I was a little too loud, or perhaps the person just had incredibly sharp ears, but the person turned slightly, twisting their khaki hoodie, and whispered, "Effing high school b-", but Leticia didn't let him continue.

She refused to let him finish his profanity-laden sentence. "Don't, just don't."

He chuckled, and for some reason, the hum both ticked her nether regions, at the same time burst her eardrums, and so, in an unusual fashion, she retaliated. "This is a free country." And now, for some reason, he turned around.

Leticia was trying to get annoyed, but she was immediately hit by his overwhelming musky cologne, which was making her a bit dizzy and faint. "Is my manliness too much for you?" he asked, whilst peering down her top, in a reserved yet hungry way.

"Take a picture," Leticia teased, changing to lean onto her other leg. For some reason, both of them had chosen to lean onto a nearby locker, and they were both looked at each other.

"My pleasure," he put his hand in his pocket, and Leticia assumed that he was actually bringing out his smartphone to take an image.

"Idiot," Leticia muttered as she put her hand down to his pocket to stop him, but then she saw something that made her mouth drop. "Shut up!"

The boy's lips seemed to have suddenly been sewn closed. "This thing is like fourteen inches, I can't believe I get to touch this," she obscured it from the vision of prying eyes. "I can't believe I can stroke it and touch it. From the top, all the way to the bottom."

There was a small student who scurried past, and since they were not allowed to have phones in the corridors, Leticia hid his brand new iPhone X in her blazer. The small child seemed petrified, but replaying the conversation in her head, Leticia realised without context, their conversation could be very suggestive.

When she looked up, the boy was gone, but his phone wasn't.

"Oi," She said it out into the open hoping he was still there to hear her. It seemed as if he had gone in a flash of light.

She tried to bring out his phone again, so to get some indication of who he was, but instead, she realised that all she had was the phone case, and in a matter of seconds he had been able to get away and leave her just the case.

She looked inside it, and it wasn't empty. In fact, inside he had written something in a messy scrawl. She squinted to get a better look at the phone, wondering why with glasses she would still have to do this.

She decided that it was his Instagram username. In retrospect, Leticia should have looked at what he wrote before the words.

She just got insulted by a guy and given his phone number, the year was off to a great start.

The bell went.

Great, now all of those pesky lower school pupils would be flooding the halls- with their ankle-length skirts, and way too big blazers.

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Leticia walked into her form room, which was swarming with her form mates. Although it was the first day, people were conversing as if they hadn't seen each other in years. As she walked into the room, she saw immediately that everyone had moved around places- most likely to do with whatever blew up over the holidays.

Staying to one social group, she had only seen bits an pieces on spiteful Instagram stories.

"Yo!" Leticia heard the cry of her embarrassing friends; Leo.

He was in their usual corner and Leticia smiled at the fact that they were able to reserve the best corner. Although Leticia said nothing in return, the second person looked up.

Ant and Kennie were most likely late.

But then Leticia realised something. A certain someone was in her space from last year, a was a familiar figure, turning away from her, in a khaki hoodie. A hoodie she recognised as belonging to one person.