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“You’re really perverted,” said her best friend, sitting behind her on the desk. “The truth is I don’t understand how you could be so innocent before and…” he looked up and down, “…end up just like you are now”.

Vianca turned indignantly in her seat to face him, “excuse me? I’m not just thinking about… And please, Alex, get over it, you know as I am.” She turned again, looking straight ahead, waiting for the teacher of literature to come.

“PSSS… Yeah, as you say.”

She was just waiting for the arrival of her two friends, those included on her list and who were just in her room.

“It’s hard to get over it when you’re getting worse.”

That made her turn again, “why do you say so?” She saw Alex pull a cell phone out of the pocket of his uniform jacket.

“What do you do with my phone? She wanted to take it, but the boy took it out of reach.

“I took a look at your saved stories from wattid”

“Wattpad!” She corrected him.

“whatever, the thing to read that you like so much,” he searched it on her phone. “Just look at the titles of the stories and you get traumatized.”

“Give it back to me, Alex,” she ordered. “Why do you always poke around into my bag when I don’t see?”

No answer, but he cleared his throat to read the titles, “pure sex,” he looked at her with the face of ‘really? ‘, “the best orgasm.”

“SSSSH, you´re too loud!”

“seduction,” as he put on a face of horror, she bit her lip with a little smile, “sinner”, he looked at her in horror, “and do you know what’s worse?” Vianca raised an eyebrow without understanding. “They are all gay stories, of homosexuals…”

“Any problem with that?”

“I have no problem with gays, but I’m not a fan of that either,” Alex explained looking the screen again, “oh look, you have a notification, this one includes a girl,” he looked at her, “I’m your bitch posted.” He laughed at her when he saw her expression.

Vin got up and grabbed her phone with a snort.

“Calm down, and as I said, I’m not a fan of gay stuff, but I don’t think the last one is any better.”

She twisted her lips, “ah… Sure, but you like lesbian stuff,” she said.

“what can I tell you, Vin?” He leaned on the back of his chair, “it´s better.”

“I don’t understand how you like girl with girl,” she turned disgusted and sat down again.

“And I don’t understand how you like boy with bo…”

“Shut up,” she abruptly covered his mouth, “here he comes,” and as in every morning of class, she put her cheek in her hand and her elbow on the table, gazing at the beautiful class President.

Oops, those glasses looked really, really good, along with the dark blond hair falling down on his forehead, and that slightly tanned skin, ah.

Alex waited for the newcomer to sit down, knowing that his friend would not stop seeing him until then.

“well, he’s already turned back, you can close your mouth,” he leaned over his table to touch her shoulder, “hey…” He ran his hand interrupting her vision.

“Oh, yes… Did you say?”

“Well, there’s something I want to tell you. You know my birth…”

“Shut up,” she covered his mouth again. “He´s coming.” She sighed again.

And so she returned to the same position to look at the foreign boy. Arriving early paid off.

Those Asian features and how great that uniform looked on him: black trousers and yellow jacket, those things made her sigh. That black hair on his white skin was the best part.

She personally liked her school uniform very much. It was a dark color on the down (navy blue or black), a long sleeved white shirt and above the yellow blazer joined the tie. Specifically, the ties denote the grade of the students, the light blue one for the first to third year, and the black tie for the fourth and fifth year.

The classrooms were air conditioned so it was ok. Her favorite part of the school uniform was that the girls had two choices, they could come in skirts or school trousers as they want. At the beginning, the skirts were the official, but later after some issues and refusals because discomfort for part of some girls, the school allowed to wear trousers to a certain percent of them until little by little became normal.

Vianca wore both, but right now she had a skirt on.

Conform the time was passing and the girl was trying to concentrate in the lesson without any success, she was thinking in the way of achieving her goals. Until ten minutes later, she concluded that she was going to act in the order she had on her list.

Julian Garcia: President.

Ander Rojas: sportsman.

Evan Melgar: bad guy.

Sebastian Diaz: the youngest.

Jung Hoseok: a foreigner.

In order not to leave anyone out, to maintain an order and for everyone to have their turn, it would be according to the days of the week as she had said.

Today was Monday: Julian.

When finally finished the first and second classes she said goodbye to her friend, who always sat with her at the end of the line because of the fixed seat; and went after that intellectual. In the hallway she managed to catch him up. It was the first time she would talk to him beyond of those typical and daily phrases which included greetings and some questions about the lesson; she was very very nervous.

She touched his shoulder, “amm. Hello,” she greeted with a smile observing as the boy too serene turned toward her. “We have never spoken and well, we study together, and I would like…”

“Hello,” he greeted back interrupting her, “your name is Vianca Moretti, isn’t it?” His voice seriously was deep. “Do you need help?”

“Yes,” she smiled. He knew her name! “And I wanted…” She meditated his words, “what? Help? I really was about…” her voice shut up when he interrupted her again.

“Excuse me, I’m busy.”

She stopped when she realized she was talking alone. The girl was angry gazing him going away until he stopped at the middle of the corridor. He was like thinking or reminding something. At the end, the boy took off his backpack and started to checking it.

“Anything wrong?”

“Everything is ok, for a moment I thought I forgot something.” Putting on the backpack, he was back to his course.

“Wait, can we talk for a while?” She used a flirtatious tone, but the boy didn’t pay attention to it.

Ouch!!!

“About?”

This was the time; she would use an excuse to have him alone with her. It would be the most typical and absurd excuse, but being he, the President of her class, would make it more credible.

“I… I’m sorry to talk to you right now just for this, after more than half a year studying together, but…” under the apparently embarrassed look, “I have trouble understanding…” Thought “…biology.” looked him in the eye.

“Yeah?”

She nodded.

“In that case, pay more attention,” he said, giving her a close smile and letting her.

What? That wasn’t expected.

Oh… No, my first attempt will not be remembered as something so shameful. She thought. She began to analyze as she watched him walking away for an unfrequented corridor.

Perfect.

He would probably go to read alone for a while, taking advantage of the 20-minutes break after the first two classes.

The girl followed him, she had just crossed a lonely hallway on the first floor. There were two corridors that were little frequented by students, one on the third floor, and this one on the first floor. It was solitary most of the time as it had no exit, but through the entrance itself, and there were only two doors: one leading to the infirmary and the other to the janitor’s room, the one that was always open during the 5 or 6 hours of classes until he left. And there were two little benches too, perfect to relax when everyone would be in the garden.

When the boy was passing right were the doors, as the benches were glued to the wall a little further from, Vianca hurried – remarkably without thinking much – and opened the door of the janitor’s room, which thanks to the bread and the sky was empty, and pushing heavily to Julian into. She also stepped in and closed it behind her back, the room was dark.

And… Now what?

She didn’t know what to do. In porn movies they never explained too much, they just got to the point.

Go to the point?

No, it wasn’t a good idea.

Julian frowned and got up, as he had fallen because of the surprise. He raised an eyebrow, his almost black eyes in that gloom were frightening.

Oh.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

This was not going well. Vianca hadn’t even thought about what to do after the harassment and talk to him. Besides that, she didn’t even know what to do if he wanted to… You know.

“I, eh…”

What should she do? Does she begin to seduce him? Does she show him any skin?

Shall I pull up my skirt…? Considered.

A moan pulled her out of her thoughts.

“First time you talk to me and then lock me up in this cleaning room, are you so desperate that I’ll help you with biology?” He asked a little incredulous about her action.

Oh, biology, that’s where she would begin.

“Yes… Biology,” she softened her tone, “there are many things I don’t know about… The human body” she looked at him ‘innocent’.

Ok, Julian swallowed thick, understanding that there was something else in this situation. Clearly he was not stupid, that tone and that look were too suggestive.

And somehow he liked it.

“So?” He smiled.

Nerves were taking over Vianca, after all, it was the first time they had interacted.

“Yes…” Don’t get nervous, continue! She cheered up and bit her lip noticeably.

That was the signal Julian needed to know what her intentions were altogether, or at least to know that the girl wanted something with him and not with learning about a subject.

She was brave and spoke to him, though her tender countenance, was so bold as to shut herself up there with him, and he liked that. If she went that way, why not help her?

“Tell me more, pretty,” he went one step closer to her.

Pretty?

Had he called her Pretty? Vianca was about to explode with nerves. Ha! And she believed that at first try she would be able to do everything she had wanted for years.

“A-am…” She was already stuttering, she was supposed to make the boy stutter, not to the contrary.

“What?” He came closer and she backed away, “you don’t want to learn anymore?” He put his hand on the door, cornered her with one arm. Their faces were very close apart, “don’t tell me you’ve already retracted yourself, or do you have someone else with whom… To do it?

Ok, now her nerves had already exploded. She put her hand to the knob and opened the door, clumsily fleeing from what she herself had caused. The young man looked at her running in any direction until he lost sight of her, a half-smile formed on his lips.

What a girl… He thought.

At the minute Vianca was in the girls’ bathroom walking from side to side.

Where did all that courage go?

The answer is that it was her first time in action and, after all, she was still an inexperienced virgin with perverted desires without cause.

How could she have thought of locking him up in the concierge room just like that? Firsts, she had to have a plan, then she could lock it up.

The intellectual Julian was more than she anticipated.

But what a class President she had!!!

However, she hoped she would be better off tomorrow with Ander.