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You're probably wondering who I am at this point. , one of the richest students at my school mind you. I literally have everything at my fingertips, but unlike other people I actually work hard to keep this place at this school. I have the looks and the brain to survive in this world. All the boys and girls fall to their knees when I come around but none of them impress me. Except for one person, Azia Mendoza, the hottest girl in my year.

I've fancied her since year 8, just before I came out as bisexual. She is the match for me and I will prevent anyone by all means to claim her as mine. We used to be best friends in primary until she moved to London to attend some private primary. We lost contact for a few years until we crossed paths again in secondary, she was just as pretty as I remember but she didn't recognise me. No matter, I kept close watch on her every lunch time in the canteen until I finally reintroduced myself again.

"Hey Azia," I greeted cheerfully, her dark brown eyes met mine and she smiled back timidly.

"Hey uh do I know you?" WHAT THE FUCK? Surely she's joking, everyone knows who I am.

"I'm Chloe but you probably already knew that." She's lucky she's pretty cause I would've beefed her right now. "I didn't uh, I gotta go somewhere but it was nice meeting you," Azia turned on her heels, the floor to squeaked from her rubber shoe soles, I stood there flabbergasted, she doesn't remember me?!

Since she's in my biology class, I made sure she was the only one who will tutor me. And well, a lot of work was done, if you get what I'm trying to say. She'll be mine by the end of this school term, i'll make sure of it. Wonder what she's up to right now.

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heyy wyd

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oh hey, nothing u?

that's nice, are you free rn?

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yes why?

perfect I'll come pick you up, no need to send your postcode sweetie

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oh ok?

Having connections with the headteacher really does pay off. It was so easy finding the student logbook containing everyone's number and address. Men are just such submissive creatures, so easy to manipulate into carrying your deeds. Staring at my vanity mirror, observing every bit of my perfect self, my pink lace set hugged my body delicately, she won't be able to resist me. I pulled on a white turtleneck with a navy jumper on top. Slipping on my pink stockings and mom jeans before picking up my air forces. Then I grabbed my car keys from my night stand and headed to my car.