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Lucas
Scarlett is the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. She's gorgeous, exquisite, stunning. She needs to be in a museum because she is a work of art. God took his time creating her. From her big dark brown eyes, to her plump pink lips, to her cute little nose that she thinks is too wide but I think is adorable, everything about her is just...perfect.
Never in my life would I have thought that I would be one of those guys who is completely and madly infatuation with a girl. I always mocked guys who worshipped the ground that their girlfriends walked on. I could never see myself doing that. To me girls where nothing more than a good fuck, but then Scarlett came around and completely changed my view. We haven't even had sex yet and I'm already obsessed with her. I want to give her the world.
I could be having the worst day of my life, but the moment I see Scarlett, all that is gone and I forget my problems. There's just something about her that makes me weak. No girl has ever made me feel the way that Scarlett does.
"Lucas? Are you paying attention?" My angel asks me, snapping her fingers in my face as I bask in her beauty.
When Scarlett's around, it's hard for me to focus on anything else, she's just so captivating, so no I'm not paying attention to a word that she is saying.
"Lucas?" She calls out again as she pushes her glasses further up her cute little nose and moves a stray curl behind her ear. That's another thing I learned about Scarlett. Her eyesight is complete trash so she wears usually wears contacts. Apparently today however she ran out and had to wear these huge black-rimmed glasses that makes her look like a huge nerd but extremely adorable as well. I just want to hold her in my arms and shower her with kisses.
Yeah.
I'm sprung.
Scarlett also did something different to her hair. Instead of it being long, black and down her back like usual, it's shorter, in tight curls pulled up on the top of her head in a messy bun. I like it. It looks soft and I want to run my fingers through it.
"Lucas!" She yells at me.
"Mhm?" I'm still thinking about how soft her hair must be.
"I need you to pay attention. Your chemistry exam is in 4 days and you're going to fail if you don't." She pushes the thick textbook closer to me.
"Can I play in your hair?" I ask her completely disregarding whatever she said about chem.
"What? No, you can not play in my hair. You need to study."
"Why can't I? I thought girls liked when guys played in their hair?" I'm confused, and it's not about this damn chemistry.
"I don't know about other girls, but you're not going to play in this 4B/4C hair and tangle up these curls that I worked so hard to define."
"4B? 4C? What does that have to do with me playing in your hair?" What is this? Algebra?
"It's my hair texture. Some parts of my hair have a different curl pattern than others, which is why you physically can not run your hands through my hair. It's just not going to work."
"So you say, but if I-" I reach my hand out to her hair and she swats my hand away before I can even get close.
"Lucas Salvatore Bellini if you don't leave my damn hair alone and pay attention. You are going to fail if you don't get your act together soon."
