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D U L U X

"MR EXLEY! Do NOT enter my room in that manner!"

"Sorry Miss, I didn't think you'd be here," yawns Tate Exley, part of the schools' popular group- which I was not part of. I can't help but smile with amusement when the teacher informs Tate that yes, she taught here, and therefore she would be in class at nine am. Tate winks at me, making me drop the smile from my face immediately. The last thing I want was Tate taking any form of interest in me.

"Alright Dulux? What're you grinning at?"

Tate looks at me briefly, causing the teacher claps her hands again, her face flushing with annoyance.

"Sorry Tate, but do you mind if I start the lesson?"

I'm grateful for the interruption, and tug my books out before Tate remembers he was starting on me. Moments later the door booms open, and Martin Harrow enters, his face contorting into a yawn as he sinks into the chair beside Tate, the two of them muttering to each other. The teacher purses her lips before making a point of writing down their names, which only results in her being more irritated than anyone else when they ignore her.

Sheena is oblivious to the fact Martin and Tate keep glancing at her, until Tate throws a screwed up ball of paper at her head.

"What the fuck?" Sheena hisses, dashing it back at Tate who ducks, grinning.

"Yo, are you going to Fliss's party?"

I try to pay attention to the teacher, but it's pointless. She has zero control over this class, and now Sheena is conversing with Tate and Martin, I've got no hope of going unnoticed. As predicted, Tate nods at me.

"You coming, Dulux?"

"My name's Rose," I snap back drily, as Tate looks at me blankly. "I don't know if I'm coming."

"Just say you're staying at mine," Sheena shrugs, assuming the problem is my parents. They wouldn't let me go to a party, and if they did, they would probably stay up all night waiting for me.

Cringe.

Sheena's mum was super relaxed, and usually spent the night getting ready for her own night out, giving Sheena cash and instructions to have fun.

I feel like I've pulled the short straw in the family lottery, especially being the only child. Expectations of me are sky high.

"Hello, Earth to Rose?" Sheena sang, jabbing me in the arm with her pencil. "It's going to be lit, so many guys will be there. Not just guys we know, either."

"Hey! What's wrong with guys you know?" Snorts Tate, earning him a stern look from Sheena.

"Where do I start?" she purrs, pointing at Tate. "You have zero respect for women-"

"Whatever man, of course I respect women, until they leave my bedroom anyway-!"

"That's it! Tate Exley, off to the heads office!" shrieks the teacher, now puce with anger as she points at the door. Tate groans dramatically, hauling his bag on his shoulder.

"If I'd have known I didn't need to attend this class, I could've had another hour in bed," Tate smirks, before slamming the door behind him.

This is what he is like at school- imagine him at a party. I shudder at the thought, turning my attention back to Sheena.

"That is why I prefer older guys," huffs Sheena, shaking her head as she returns her attention to her phone on her lap under the desk. "Speaking of which, Malik is up. Good morning!"

She turns the phone to me, and I make out the torso staring back at me belongs to Malik Henry.

"Tell me again how that makes him a man?" I whisper, as the teacher taps away on the board.

"It doesn't. But this does."

I drag my eyes back to Sheena's phone to see a monstrous hard dick being waved in my face in the form of a photo.

"Oh God!" I immediately turn away, feeling my breakfast churning in my stomach.

A dick pic at this hour? Who said romance was dead?