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“It was an accident. I didn’t chase her or anything.”

He leans back in his chair. “You remember what Marie said? Maybe it wasn’t an accident.”

“It was. I’m not getting any fucking pussy, because I’m not interested.”

He sighs heavily. “God help your virgin dick.”

Taking my pen, I throw it right at his face and he shrieks like a girl. “Dammit, you asshole.”

“Stop mocking my virginity,” I say.

“I’m your best friend. I’m supposed to help you.” He puts my pen into his bag.

Letting out a quiet groan, I flex my knuckles to relieve the tension. “If I wanted to fuck, I would. I don’t need your fucking help.”

“You do know that a little practice won’t hurt.”

My lips curl up in a smirk. “Only mydickis virgin, not mymind. I know how sex works.”

“You’re right.” Scrolling on my phone screen he adds, “Your browser history is quite un-virgin.”

Moving over, I yank my phone out of his hand and slip it into my bag. “You need to fuck—”

The class starts before I can throw a train of curses at Sebastian.

When I look at him, he chuckles. I give him the middle finger.

5

Hope

“HOPE HANSON. IT’S YOU, RIGHT?” A CHEERY VOICE GREETS M, AS I COLLECT MY BOOKS FROM THE LOCKER ON WEDNESDAY MORNING.

For a moment, I freeze. Not sure if this is actually happening.

Someone’s talking to me?

She knows my name which probably means she’s here for my help.

For a moment I thought she was here for different reasons.Stupid me.

I face her. “It’s me.”

The girl standing in front of me is an inch shorter than me. She has high cheekbones, hazel eyes, a heart-shaped face, a button nose, and pink lips. Her golden hair is pulled back in a high ponytail, leaving her beautiful face on display. Seriously, she is beautiful.

“Hi,” I say with a smile, despite the tornado of thoughts orbiting my brain.

Her grin widens. “Hey! I'm Marie. I’m in the same grade as you. We also share a few classes. Mr. Carlie said you can help me with the test that's coming up next week.” She explains in a sweet voice.

There’s a certain warmth to her. Like being under the sun in winter.

“Yeah, sure.” My voice comes out shaky, which isn’t a good first impression. I clear my throat and add, “Meet me in the library after third period, if you have it free.”

A frown takes over her delicate features. “Isn’t it P.E.?”

One class I try to avoid at every chance. I’m not an athletic person and don’t like any sports. Books are the only thing I like, and I’d rather spend a forty-five-minute class reading.

“Yes, but I heard Miss Jameson is absent today, so it’ll be free.” People are always loud in the hallway, firing information like a news channel.

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