I walk in, take my seat, and wait. Em walks and takes a seat next to me. “Hey you.” She whispers.“Hey” I smile back.It’s a boring lesson, we...whisper about silly things, but lesson wise it drags. About half way through the lesson, the teacher puts on a video, and proceeds to read a book. Em lowers her hand, onto my thigh. Blood instantly rushes to my prick; the warmth of her hand fills me. I look at her, then her hand, then back at her. Before I can say anything she kisses me. I’m slightly taken. " Yeah so?" Ummmm. Oh God. Um, you fell into the window when you were two andthat's how you got the scar over your right eyelid." Somebody could've told ya that." Kevin please! It's me!" Keep trying asshole."Suddenly the man starting singing in an off key and terrible singingvoice gesturing with his hands. Singing: Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I'm half crazy all for the love of you. It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage. But you'll look sweet upon the seat of a. The attractive coed was nervous about something. Well, the problem was that boy. Something had to be done about that boy on the bus. Mary Jane just wasn't sure what could be done. It's not like the boy had done something wrong. He'd just looked at her.Mary Jane was used to being stared at. She'd been used to it since she was a little girl. This was because the teenager was a classic beauty. Boys and men stared, leered, ogled and gaped at Mary Jane whenever she was in their presence. The lovely. Theyfound themselves holding hands at the mirror, sharing this beautifulmoment together."You look so beautiful, that dress is perfect for you. You look like aprincess. How do you feel?!" Ben asked his friend."I feel like a princess!!" Peter giggled. "You look amazing too; you're asophisticated woman, just like you wanted to be!" I feel amazing." Ben's voice broke a little with emotion. He couldn'tbelieve what he had just done, how good he looked and how it made himfeel. The best part of it all.