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I was just sitting at my desk when he walked in, the new kid. I had heard he was attractive through the slutty cheerleaders, but 'attractive' was an understatement. He walked over to the teacher and she pointed at he empty seat next to me. He walked over and slid his bag under the table. He sat next to me and got his books out. He had precious blue eyes and brown feathery hair, he was the definition of perfect. "Ello, love. My names Louis, Louis Tomlinson. Nice to meet ya!" "Hey, my names Yazzie.. nice to meet you too!" And that was the beginning of a whole new story.
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"Yeah, well... I'm starting to think I got stood up." The bartender clicks his tongue, setting his towel down with a slow shake of his head. "Fucking tragic. Can't say I understand it. If I had a date with you, I'd be here an hour early, dressed to fucking impress, already working out ways to keep you entertained all night." I raise an eyebrow, half-smirking. "Smooth." "Don't flatter me yet, love. That was just the warm-up." He nods toward my half-finished wine. "Tell you what-since your bloke's clearly an idiot, this one's on the house." I blink. "Seriously?" He shrugs, like it costs him absolutely nothing. "What can I say? I've got a soft spot for beautiful people with shit luck." His smirk deepens. "Also, it's good fucking business. You stay longer, you order more, and I get to look like the hero. Everyone wins." I shake my head, laughing as he pours me another glass with the kind of effortless confidence that suggests he's done this a thousand times before-offered a pretty girl a free drink, flashed a dangerous grin, made her night a little less shit. He slides the glass toward me. "Louis, by the way." "Bee," I say, taking a sip.

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