EDIT/YOUR ONLY WARNING: Like I used to be horny af when I wrote this, not gonna lie. I still am but not as bad. So this book starts off really kinky. (haha don't bully me, I'm fragile) I'm a freak that should be locked away for my crimes. Like if you're young or very religious close your eyes or something.
If you read chapter 2-3 sarcastically and can handle that then you're good. This is not the Bible, I mean it could be but I'm not Christian ha. I mean Dan is kinda a nerd (to the public at least). Maybe he's a freak in private? If he is he can slide me his number lowkey, haha jk. (Not really).
(The further you get the less kinky it becomes kinda like real relationships)
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OMERA WILLIAMS
I straighten my navy skirt, pulling up my knee socks. I look in the mirror again, wondering if putting my hair in a bun was the best idea. This is my first day at Gwen Allen's Boarding School. Not to mention that I'm a senior and have only ever been to public school before.
I've only been sent here because my mother found me sitting next to someone doing cocaine at a party. To be fair, I wasn't participating, you had to pay some money to do that.
Nonetheless, it didn't matter my side of the story. My parents were quite sexist as well, they did not want their precious daughter being ruined or tainted by drugs. Which is quite funny considering my brother smokes weed with his friends every weekend. I roll my eyes at the thought.
I looked at my singular bed, I never lived in a dorm room before. I thought I would have a roommate but sadly everyone stays in the room they were assigned to in Freshmen year. I am in the senior floor so there wasn't a possibility for me to room with a freshmen either.
The bell rings loudly and I check my watch. Well it's time for breakfast. I grabbed my room key, swiftly locking the door behind me. I noticed how empty the senior floor is, am I late? The thought makes me rush.
Halfway down the stairs I bump into someone. I drop my room key as well as my phone.
"Oh I'm sorry." I blush as I see the man. He'a tall and his features were shaped to perfection. His eyes caught sight of mine and his expression turns to surprise. He briefly scans me as I bend down to grab my things.
"There are no cell phones allowed outside your room." He says ignoring my apology from earlier.
"What? I didn't know that." I honestly tell him, hoping he would let me go.
"Are you a freshmen student?" He questions me with a bit in doubt.
"No, I'm a senior." I respond.
"You just know the rules by now." He points out but I shake my head.
"Today is my first day." I argue.
"I'll let you off with a warning this time but I hope from now on you address your teachers as 'Sir' and 'Ma'am.'" He narrows his eyes at me as if he's expecting me to bite back.
"I'm sorry, Sir." I quietly mutter and he smirks in response.
"Good girl." He mutters, I bite my lip as he says that. It just sounds hot rolling off his tongue. I mentally slap myself as he walks off, he's a teacher. I shouldn't be thinking of him this way. I couldn't help it, he is irresistibly cute. If he was a student at my old school I would already be all over him. I should have asked for directions to the cafeteria or asked what subject he teaches. Perhaps I should've let him take my phone so I had an excuse to go see him again.
