Courtney's POV: I HATE freshman year! It SUCKS! All the guys always staring at your ass, asking for your number and checking আপনি out from head to foot, it's disgusting.

I'm super uptight, so I know for a fact I won't allow myself to get into any sexual mishaps. I've never had my first চুম্বন অথবা a boyfriend in my life, and that's how I intend on it being until I finish college.

Boys can go screw themselves, my education is waaaaaaay আরো important to me.

"Courtney Anabelle Smith!!" My mom called from downstairs.

"Yes, mother?" I ব্যক্ত back, rolling my eyes with a "here we go AGAIN" attitude.

"Bus is here! Do আপনি want me to drive আপনি so আপনি can stand out?!"

I widened my eyes in fear, dashed to গুল্তি ছোড়া my bag over my shoulder, and I sprinted down the stairs.

I didn't hesitate to grab a few dollars for lunch on my way out, and I ran toward the long yellow bus, sitting patiently outside my house. As soon as I stepped on, my entire ego changed.

Teens screamed and argued like deranged animals. A few were pushing and shoving each other in the back, starting a fight. A few guys and girls were sitting together, making out. Ugh, I made a face at that.

Ew, making out. Such a revolting activity. I've never involved myself in any form of lip contact whatsoever, because it is just downright vile and intolerant and repulsive.

I blinked twice, getting out of my daze, and stepped into the aisle, found a two-seater, placed my bag near the window, and sat down as the bus pulled away.

I shifted my bag down onto the floor and leaned my head against the window as the roaring teens grew louder and louder. I wanted to scream for them to stop and shut up, but I also didn't want to get into a scrap, so I kept quiet.

After about ten minutes, the bus pulled into a bus lot, the doors swung open, and i grabbed my bag and headed into the enourmous four-story high school.

Duncan's POV: Man, high school is a bitch! Girls always checking আপনি out and asking for স্নেহ চুম্বন অথবা dates and touching you, it's so weird. Like, I know I'm a womanizer and all, and I প্রণয় the feeling of স্নেহ চুম্বন a girl, but seriously, a lot of these girls are horny pervs, like their পছন্দ activity is watching porn.

I walked to my assigned homeroom, and as soon as I entered, I laughed. I thought there was no way this was serious. The room was full of gays! About ten guys were walking back and forth like fru-frus, girls busy checking out the guys' asses, and a lot of people were in the back of the room having lip sex.

Yes, making out is one of the many things I love, but when people just get whore-y with it, it's so disgusting.

I wasn't even in the room for a mere five minutes, when the first period ঘণ্টা rang.

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Courtney's POV: After first period, I had gym, so I followed my schedule and found the girls' locker room. I walked into the locker room with a pair of white sneakers, a white tight tee shirt, and blue shorts.

I made a face and groaned at the outfit my mom picked out for me. What, does she WANT me to lose my virginity? I swore on never touching a guy even the slightest until after college.

I sighed and found a locker, shoving my bag into it, and unstrapping my wedges.

Girls poured into the locker room, but one came up to me, which shocked me.

"Hey," she smiled, dimples forming in her cheeks. She had pale skin, the color of Irish cream, hazel eyes, and long pale blonde hair in a side-ponytail that hung over her cleavage.

"Hey," I smiled back and finished getting changed.

"I'm Bridgette." She said.

"I'm Courtney."

"Oh, don't we have like, four classes together?"

"Uh, five, I think."

WE both giggled and once she finished changing, we walked out of the locker room, a woman blowing her whistle immediately after we entered the gymnasium. Bridge and I ran to a black tape line as everyone else was.

"Ok, I am Mrs. Peters, the ninth grade gym teacher." She had long black hair and tanned skin. "Now, I need the guys to line up on the black line" which no guys moved "and the girls to line up on the red line." She blew her whistle again, and I darted to a spot on the red tape line oppositely facing the black.

Bridgette was one person away from me, which I was dreading a bit because I wanted her standing with me, but oh well.

Mrs. Peters went down the girl line saying "1, 2, 1, 2" to each of them and so on. Finally, she gave me a "1" and Bridgette a "1", and I realized we were on the same team.

We hugged each othe rand sqealed a bit as we joined the other red teammates.

"Hey, do আপনি have a boyfriend?" I asked her for some weird reason.

"Uh, yea, I'm dating Geoffrey Stevens."

"Oh."

"Do আপনি have one?"

"No. Never have."

Bridgette gasped.

"What?"

"I know the PERFECT guy for you!" She gushed.

"Huh?"

She turned me a bit and pointed - to a black-and-green-haired teen walking towards the red team. He had black hair and a green mohawk, piercings, and dazzling baby blue eyes. Hehehe....wait....DAZZLING?!

Ugh, STOP IT, Courtney! Stop thinking about those hypnotizing eyes!

"Uh...no." I ব্যক্ত emotionless. Yet, the teen standed পরবর্তি to me and whispered in my ear, "Feeling sheepish, Princess?"