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“You don’t talk about my co-teachers like that. You wouldn’t like what happens if you get on my nerves.” The air crackled with tension. Matt squared his shoulders and locked eyes with teacher Norkie in a silent challenge. It was like watching a Mexican standoff. Teacher Norkie, broad-shouldered and powerfully built, looked like someone who could have stepped out of a WWE match. His bald head glistened under the filtered light, every muscle flexed but controlled. On the contrary, Matt was very small. There was a clear difference, and he seemed to realize it. A sheen of sweat broke across his forehead.

Keira answered for me. I met Matt outside the main entrance, Connor was stood with him. "Can I uh walk with you guys?" He asked, "Kyle drove off without me." "Sure, but we have to stop off for groceries." I said ruffling his hair, he was slightly taller than me, they both were, I was only five foot three. "I'll help." He smiled at me in thanks. "I don't get why they hate on you so much, you've never been nasty to me." Connor said as we walked down the mainstreet into town.

"Caitrona Balboa! Who do you think you're to gloat in front of me?" Someone giggles with a loud clap from the side of the door. Caitlyn looked startled at the slim figure of someone. "Ronn...Ronnie Dellucci? What are you here for?" Ronnie Dellucci. 5'9 feet tall, lanky. Brown hair. 25 years old, younger step brother to Adonis Dellucci. He's been away to Paris ever since he sold his late grandmothers house. He's a flirt, a deceiver and somehow a con artist.

Matthias, on the other hand, had had to change into his tennis outfit as well, and his day-to-day appearance might mislead one to overlook his lean, muscular build. He had spent a better part of the last few years training to fill up his frame, so it went without saying that he boasted a well-built physique, with a body fat ratio that was rigorously maintained at 10 percent. His towering height gave the impression that he was neither strong nor athletic, but the truth was such that he packed a punch stronger than that of a world boxing champion.

Matt said, holding the top of the vacant chair while eyes not leaving me. "Yes, it's available." Colleen replied with her eyes glued to him. "May I have a seat?" he muttered, finally removing his eyes at me. He looked at Colleen, shifting his eyes to Mitch, then to Colleen again. "Of course!" Colleen exclaimed, didn’t know what to do next. Her face reddened. "By the way, I'm Matt Parker, the university's football team captain." he introduced himself without a hint of bragging. It’s like he’s already used to this.

He was grateful Maddie was benevolent and often gave him money every now and then. Mathew was just about to proceed on his way towards the entrance hall so he could head to his class when he felt someone tap his shoulders. He turned and saw a young man who looked to be almost 6 feet tall standing right behind him. Mathew raised an eyebrow. The young man wasn't putting on their school uniform and didn't exactly look like a high schooler. Must be in college, Mathew decided. Every now and then some college students did frequent their school.

He asked. I nodded. “If you wouldn’t mind,” Mattie is a handsome guy. Black hair stubble on his cheeks sharp jawline and long pointed nose. His brown eyes are soft and gentle. He’s tall but not extremely tall but taller than me. He’s wearing sweats and a v neck T. Mattie’s go to outfit when it’s a relaxing day. “I don’t mind at all,” He said, kissing my cheek. “Thanks,” I muttered. Mattie’s a great guy……but why can’t I stop thinking of Archer?

I heard, as I jumped off the bench. If it wouldn’t be too humiliating I’d give a low whistle right now… Holy … shit balls! I fixed my posture and extended my hand while trying to keep my tongue in my mouth. Before me stood a perfectly sculpted god, well over six feet tall, with big ass arms like the Rock but a face like Matt Damon. Handsome, but even with that body he didn’t look like he’d be arrogant.

-SIENNA- Matt’s gaze landed on my lips as he moved closer. His head dipped down, his hooded eyes filled with lust. Slowly—too slowly—as if he were giving me a chance to move away. But how could I move away when my body ached to be touched by him? My hands slid away from his chest, and I circled my arms around his neck. I stood on my tiptoes because he was at least a foot taller than me. That was uncommon for me since I was 5 foot 9.

He scooted closer to her in a flirty manner. Margot's cheeks burned up as she avoided his gaze in an embarrassed manner. She snorted and said, "You are very confident." Curtis frowned and asked, "How so?" "Huh?" Margot was stunned. She wanted to explain, but she was equally speechless. Curtis was a CEO with a net worth of hundreds of billions. He was 6.1 feet tall and was even born with a handsome face. He did have the grounds for his confidence, after all.