Bonjour, Monsieur Con

Bonjour, Monsieur Con

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I fell to the floor with a light thud from my falling book. "Oh look the little punk fell" the wicked slut of the west said laughing from the distance . "Get a life Cornelia and go back to you make-out section." I snapped back I grabbed my book only to be slapped out of my hand by Mrs.Slut's demon claws. "Listen you bitc-" She stopped watching his actions. He crouched down handing me my books. "I think this is yours." he said and all i could do was nod. "Thanks" i said as he walked off. He turned and shrugged "Whatever." ----------------------------------------------
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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. "Your tattoos are beautiful," 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. "I'm going to take a shower," 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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