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w a r n i n g : s e x u a l c o n t e n t
catrin williams
walking into school the day after, i approach my locker and grab my books out of it. feeling a presence behind me, i turn around to see none other than samuel wilkinson walking over with a grin on his face, showing off his pearly white teeth.
i smile back as i shut my locker after grabbing my books.
"catrin right? sam wilkinson." he grins.
i nod, confirming his question is right. "hey."
"you're mendes-uh shawn's best friend right?" i nod. "so you're the one he was saying how your bra size is a thirty four b?" i nod again. "well i can tell you're not."
"yeah thanks." i roll my eyes.
"so what is your actual size?" he smirks.
i scoff. "you really think i'm gonna tell you? just so you can tell everyone else, i don't think so."
"oh come on," he says, now placing his hands gently on my waist. "i can exchange you instead then?"
"i have to have evidence first though." i smirk.
he shrugs. "alright, when?" i shrug. "fine, stay after school with me as i have football then you can come over mine with me."
"alright."
"yo wilkinson! come on we got gym!" one of the boys shout.
"remember, after school." he grins. "i'll meet you here."
i nod as he walks off. in the corner of my eye i see shawn, i grin. my plan is working.
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throughout the day, sam follows me around like a little puppy. when the last bell goes off to show it's the end of the day, i make my way to my locker.
"hey catrin." sam says walking over in his football kit but has his tracksuit on over the top.
"hey." i smile politely.
after putting my things in my locker, sam grabs my hand and entwines his fingers as he leads me to the football pitch.
when he sees me shivering, he hands me his tracksuit jacket as he takes off his over trousers before heading onto the pitch.
