Hurting The Hottie

"Listen, if there's one piece of advice I'd give you, it'd be that you should be careful. Especially of our class boys. Despite how good-looking and innocent they seem, they're players and dubious schemers. "I hear Johan whisper to the new girl. 

"Relax. Nothing like that will happen. None of these boys are my type. "The new girl replies and I raise my head to look at the beauty in a low cut who's sitting a little distance away. 

 That's nice. A woman with confidence. Interesting. 

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Nicole's POV;

I walk into the grand compound with my fingers gripping onto the straps of my bag firmly. My mom and I walk into the reception as it's my first day in this school and she needs to complete some paperwork before I can official become a member of it. 

I sit silently behind her as she fills the forms placed before her. Once she's done, she comes to sit beside me. As the admin takes the documents in, to return with permission for me to go into the school. 

"Welcome to Royal Prep. Your ID will be ready in a week. "The short admin says to me with a warm smile upon coming out. 

"Thank you very much, ma'am. "My mother says to the woman as she stands to her feet, while I timidly nod at the woman. As my mom and I are about to exit the reception, 

"Mom, can you walk me to my class? "I beg my mother and she looks down and me with a creased forehead. 

"When did you become a coward? "She questions rhetorically. 

"Mom... "I begin to whine but she cuts me. 

"Listen, honey, it's okay to be a bit scared in and of a new environment. However, if I walk down to that class with you now, you'd regret it in a few days time. "She says with a pat on my left shoulder. 

I stand frozen as I watch her walk away. I take a deep breath and turn towards the classes not too far off. In search of Senior class 1B. 

Just as I make to start walking, the bell goes off, and students start pouring out of their classes. 

Oh great. Just what I needed! I turn to look at my mom who's almost at the gate and find her staring at me. She knows how much I dislike unfamiliar crowds. She flashes me an encouraging smile and I nod my head and begging towards the classes. 

I spot the class I'm meant to be in, and my throat dries up when I find boys all around its entrance. The reason being, I'm a very curvy teenager. I am just 15, yet I have the body of a model. 

I have a ' typical African ' body, and I've always been told by friends, family, ex-boyfriends, normal male friends, and the rest, that I'm prettyy, and hae an amazing figure. So, I for some stupid reason, feel tense and on edge around boys.

I walk into the class and hear the words,

Oh, good LORD, this is a new state, new school, and these are new people. help me through.