There he sat tall and broad, his jawline definite and back straight. He focused on the book in front of him; so fixated he didn't realize that I had practically been staring at him the whole lesson. Hair dark and eyes piercing into the page, his presence made me quiver with emotions I couldn't quite understand... There was just something about him that intrigued me, yet i still had no idea of what it could be..

The voices were loud in my ear, my heart was thumping loud in my chest, of all the faces in the room his was the most content with the fact that I was being pressurized to take my clothes off by a gathering of drunk teens who were in a few seconds ready to take them off for me. He had this smirky grin on his face which showed a 'can you handle it?' mocking expression. I wanted to prove him wrong so bad. All I had to do was strip...