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Fourteen years, and finally into high school. The intense feeling of walking through those doors, filled me with dread. I wasn't the smartest or most attractive, and knew that if something didn't happen, I'd be at the bottom. The first few weeks were okay, I'd only get called on once every few days, and rarely was ever spoken to. I expected this, I wasn't a very outgoing person. Each time I saw someone I'd try to hide from them the best I could, swerving into random hallways just to avoid attention. But one day, I met someone in the hallway. My heart stopped, drowning in want for her. The beauty of her was breathtaking, almost unreal. I felt my face growing red, warming up each step that she took. She waved, my mouth grew dry, and I began to sweat, would this be my chance? I daringly waved back, she passed me by, hugging a stranger that I had never seen. He was tall and muscular, with dark brown hair, and lively blue eyes. Almost every girl's dream guy.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. &quot;Your tattoos are beautiful,&quot; she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. &quot;I'm going to take a shower,&quot; I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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