you're sat in college doing an art course.

you're sat next to the hot one.

he's so pretty.

"hi can you pass me a penc-" you go to ask but he interrupted.

"where's the please?"

He says quietly.

"you didn't even let me finish" you snap back.

he gives you eye contact.

he grabs your pen and lifts up your skirt.

"what are you doing?!" You whisper.

"drawing" he smiles whilst looking up at you.

he places his other hand on your thigh.

he wrote his name.

"don't wipe that off understand?" he orders.

you cover your mouth trying not to lose your breath.

he chuckles.

"here's your pencil".