She was perfect. She was the queen herself. And Patrick constantly looked at her. I loved looking at her all the time. He constantly loved her “accidentally” (of course not) and touched her thighs, her backside, her breasts, and her waist with his hand.

In general, many girls called Patrick Hockstetter a pervert, although he was not one. Of course, he looked like a sadist, he grinned sadistically and so on, but he was not a pervert. Both his classmates and teachers disliked him. He was seated back from all the girls, on the last desk, behind everyone, just in case. He was a bully and no girl in her right mind would date him.

So, they both walked along the corridor, in a huge crowd of schoolchildren. Suddenly, he abruptly pushed her into the school storeroom and locked the door. He hovered over her, put one hand on her cheek, and the other on her waist, pulling her close to him. He buried his nose in her neck and whispered in an intimate whisper.

"I'm going crazy about you..."

Suddenly, he bit her on the neck, but it didn’t hurt.