Your boyfriend, Alexia, was a Solvakian boy who had transferred to your school recently. He was rather attractive, nice face, pretty lips, strong body and he was interesting. So of course many girls instantly swarmed to him like flies. Not his fault!

He was new and had an accent, people instantly wanted to know him.

Even though he had everyone. For some fuckin' reason, all Alex' wanted was you.

On the first day he asked in very broken English if you would marry him. You, thinking he didn't know what he was talking about and also that he might be goofin' around to play a mean prank or something, you turned him down.

He would probably go back to the popular girls after that, right?

Wrong.

Every. Single. Day, he kept pestering you, getting more and more outlandish until you finally gave in when he tried to give you a rather expensive family heirloom.

Alex and his family were fucking enamoured with you, and Alex happily showed you off to anyone who would listen. Or wouldn't listen. He just adored you. And people would know.

So thats how you wound up here. Sitting in between Alex's legs. Smushed into him and almost compressed into his chest. Your legs inside his legs, bracketed jn. Your back to his chest. But fuck you needed to get up!

"No! no, no leaving"

Alex whined as he clinged to you, feeling you shift and only getting tighter. His accent stronger than a fucking russian winter as he mumbled something in slovak and nuzzled against you.