you had a class clown... Charlie, not Charles, but charlie. lets say he was HOTT he was big and muscular and tall. he also had big vieny hands and loved physical touch.

your class is going on a trip to Paris... with a bus-... you shake your head. "there's no way I'm sitting next to him"

Charlie, the class clown and you stand face to face. you both hate each other. he turns to the teacher "I can't be in her onion smell breath all night" "too bad, wither you sit next to each other or you get off of this bus." the teacher says

he rolls his eyes at you "ladies first" you stomp before him climbing into your seat.

you wake up from hearing soft voices. did you fall asleep? you look outside. its night. you smell a strong, sexy, alluring scent.

you realize you head is on Charlie's lap. his hand gently stroking you hair. it feels so good you don't move and close your eyes again.

"she wants you, bro" you hear his friends say... "she does not" you hear your best friend say "I don't care if she does" Charlie's says "I'll love her enough for the both of US"