Another day another class.

Would you think me a freak if I told you I’d been looking forward to this class??

No? Good, because I couldn’t wait to have Ms Ashley Davies back in the same room as me.

Yes, I’d done some research and it explained her attitude, daughter of legendary deceased rocker, more money than God but if the papers were to be believed not hers until she hit 21 in 2 years time, which probably explained why she was here. Oh, and did I forget stunning? And a total lady-killer by all accounts.

But now I know what I’m dealing with this should be a walk in the park. And here she is, strolling into the class room as if she owned it, hell maybe she did?  I bet her mother paid them to take her, with her track record of non-attendance and expulsion from previous schools, nothing too crazy like you might expect but just general ‘I don’t give a fuckness’.

She walked to the back of the class and this time I was watching her, not her ass.  As I expected she turned to see if I was checking her out. I smirked when she took a second too long to cover her surprise at being read so well, I tracked her to her desk but ignored her when she tried to make eye contact. I’m not some push over college student; I know the game better than she does. You have to work a little harder when you don’t have girls hanging off your money and fame, it gives you the edge with girls like this.

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English class again! I was actually pretty happy about it.  No. I still hate school but at least I can play a bit more with Ms Carlin. I can’t believe I actually remember her name but whatever, a trophy like that is worth some attention. I know she’s probably looking at my ass again as I walk to my desk so I glance back to catch her but she’s looking me straight in the eye, smirking. Fuck, she saw right through me.