My Ride or Die

Chapter 5

Hunter

She was feisty. She had these gorgeous eyes that I couldn't stop looking at. I knew she was staring at me as I walked away. But I gotta play it cool.

Oh god she was a sight. She had a V neck white shirt where you could just peek at her cleavage and these perfect fitting jeans that hugged her hips so nicely. She was a perfect curvy shaped. Her waist was slim, I could tell. Her breasts made the white shirt tight and it hugged her body so nicely. Ugh! It was like she was begging for it right under this tree right now.

I could be sure her breasts were a D size. I had to see her again. Has anyone claimed her? No. Not her. Not my baby.

She couldn't have been touched. I'd kill whoever could deflowered her. She was precious. She was meant to be gently fondled. Not brutally ripped apart like these other trash whores at our school.

I went to the main office where I signed in and asked for my roster. "Name?", the lady said. "Hunter. Hunter Woodrow." She flipped through her documents and handed me several papers. "You missed the deadline for your summer work, Mr. Woodrow," she said with an eyebrow raised. I smiled apologetically and said, "Just didn't have the time."

She smiled and sarcastically said, "What a charmer. Your guide is in that next room," she said as she pointed to my left. There was lipstick on her teeth. I shuttered and walked away into the room.

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Cupid is having a field day with my ass.