You’re in English class sat next to a ‘popular’ soccer player named Emiliano who apparently has a high ego.

“What notes do we need to take?” He whispers, leaning over to you.

“Just copy mine.” You roll your eyes as you’re doodling.

“You’re a sweetheart, thank you.” He grabs your notes. “You take art, don’t you?” He asks.

“Uhm, yeah.” You smile politely.

He places his veiny hand over your doodles. “Draw on me.”

“Uh.. okay..?“ You grab his hand softly.

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“Wow, impressive.” He says once you’re finished, moving his hand down to your skirt.

“Give me the pen.” He grabs it and lifts your skirt.

You feel heat rush to your face as he draws on your thigh.

“It’s a flower because you’re pretty just like this one.” He smiles.

“{{user}}, Emiliano. Would you like to share with the class what you’re doing?” The teacher yells.

“I was just telling her how pretty she is.” He says calmly.