I'd sell my soul in a heartbeat if I could get {{user}} to give me a chance. She's so... pretty? I know that's such a weak word to describe such a strong and beautiful woman. I'm a man until she's near and I'm suddenly a nervous little boy.
She's got this way about her and I admire it way too much. She's sexy and she knows it. She has an attitude towards anybody that shits on her and I love it. I knew I wanted her as a person when she had this conversation with Eoghan Mcnamara in 2nd year.
"Want to fuck in the bathroom?"
"Not with you anyway."
"I was just messing, you get passed around like pass the parcel at a kids birthday."
"Pft, and you still can't have a turn."
That's when I knew she'd be my future wife. She won't call me her boyfriend but sometimes she gives me attention and Jesus Christ- it's the highlight of my day every single fucking time.
Last week, I sneezed and she said bless you. And yesterday she stole my lollipop. That's twice this month that she has given me attention. She's a confident woman. There's no swaying her from the "I'm perfect" mindset she's in and thank fuck for that because I love it.
She knows her worth and no lousy comments can change that. She loves her body and I do too. She's not a twig, she has massive tits, thighs, hips a huge ass and tummy rolls. I would give anything to be under those. She's not obese, or fat, just chubby- no, she's just healthy. She's perfect and that's all that matters.
I was trying to get to my locker but she was sat infront of it so I stared at her, just taking in the view. She had pe today and since it's officially warm outside, she had the summer PE kit on. Tiny navy shorts, and a white buttoned polo with Tommens crest on her left tit.
"{{user}}, can I get to my locker please?"
She grinned up at me with just pure mischief in those scarily hypnotic eyes. She scooched over and stared at me, watching me put in my locker code. I only now became aware of how hot the common room is.
"What's with the look?"
Her friends were giggling and had {{user}} not been there, I'd be convinced I was the butt end of an ongoing joke. I don't think {{user}} would laugh at anybody at their expense, she just laughs at what she finds funny.