The first day of school. Again. Nice. SO nice. Olvyer was grumpily slumping down the hallyways of Gauston's High.
It was only his second year here, but he was already insanely popular with the girls. And envied by the guys. Probably liked by some of them as well.
Olyver's face arranged in a wide, arrogant smirk. It was just so damn hard to resist him. Thank you, genetics.
The boy's good looks guaranteed an army of pretty girls wanting nothing more but to be in his presence. That is the only reason why Olyver hasn't snapped already and just left the boring, gray building in the middle of the year.
"Well, who should I go for first?"
He considered calling the girl who shyly greeted him after the Math class. That blonde one. What was her name again? Ashley? Natalie? Chloe? No, she is not Chloe, that was the black haired chick he snogged last year. But, wait, wasn't her name Morgan?
Well, whatever. It's not like having fun with a girl requires her name. But, thinking about it, the blondie probably wouldn't be a good choice for a one nighter. She sounded like one of those who would expect to remember her name. And take her on a date. Multiple ones. And might as well demand him to marry her after a week.
Though she was cute, he didn't want to go trough the trouble of brushing her off. That would obviously take a long time. Ah, the struggles of being the most handsome guy of the century!
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