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“Vin!... It’s time!” shouted her mother from the kitchen. “You won’t be late!” she screamed again, closing the cupboard with the snack she had prepared for her.

“I’m coming!” She answered from above.

Vianca saw herself once again in the mirror, she had to make sure she looked cute on her first day of the fourth year.

“I’m already here.”

“Wow… But how beautiful you look!” paused, “take, it’s better that you take your own food to buy things there or eat in the cafeteria.”

“Oh, thanks, mom,” she kissed her on the cheek and went out. As usual her father was in the car waiting for her – have you been waiting too long? she smiled.

“I’ve already got used to waiting because of your mother,” made a little smile. “though you take your time going to school, imagine what your mother made me wait for when we got married,” he put a hand on his chest, “I thought that she would leave me on the altar.”

Her daughter laughed, “oh, dad.” They both laughed and got into the car. This was one of those cars with a large back, perfect for carrying loads of all kinds.

It took to him less than 10 minutes to arrive at the school where her daughter studies, the “J.H.L”, being the initials of the founder of the place.

“See you later, dad.” She left the car after a short hug.

“Goodbye, I wish you a lot of stress,” with a smile he went to work.

By the desire mentioned, he meant just the opposite, what he wanted for her was to have a quiet mind without stress. In a nutshell, if you say ‘break one leg’ before a play, why not aim for a lot of stress before your first day of school, and next?

Last year had been a complete disappointment with the boys for Vianca, none attracted her, and she is still 15 years old but is already in a new school year and has not yet lost her virginity nor experienced those feelings that she so yearns to feel.

What a little pervert.

She expected that year to be different, total, every year there were new guys and that’s the reason why this day should look extremely good for the first impression, for nothing else.

…Half a year later.

At last! It had taken her half of her school year and the completion of her 16 years, but she got it. The wait and effort had paid off.

Vianca finally had her sexual candidates. She knew a lot about them, although they had no idea of her existence.

Julian Garcia:

Class President. Smart, kind of nerdy with typical glasses, but incredibly attractive.

Perfect track record.

16 years. He has money. But that’s not very important.

Thin body and slightly tan skin. He likes to read. Play chess. He does well in physical education and spends time with older or younger boys and girls, none of his age, except for classmates in his class, cause should speak to them if he represents them.

Ander Rojas:

Sportsman. The sportsman could not be absent.

Senior, last year.

17 years. Regular scores.

Muscular. Brown. He’s usually a little distracted when he isn’t in the game. He likes to eat and joke, he always smiles.

Evan Melgar:

Bad boy.

Typical black clothing, when not wearing school uniform.

Senior, 18 years old. Repeat.

Regular scores, one or another dropped.

Attractive and mysterious. Fair skin. Thin. He likes to be with only one group of friends. It´s unknown what he does after school, but he doesn’t smoke or take drugs. He likes to read, because he always has a book in his hands.

Sebastian Diaz:

A lesser grade.

Clean history and good scores.

Extremely adorable. Smaller by a few centimeters. Pink cheeks. Attractive body. He’s not rich or poor, middle class. Shy.

Four very suitable candidates.

How did she know so much about them? Well, she didn’t use that half-year just to choose, that she did in the first week. It could be said that Vianca, to find out if they were good choices, became a spy – not to say a stalker – during that time.

But… Which one to choose? They all seemed to be good candidates to take away her virginity. Evan not so much, but she wanted to have the experience of a bad guy even though it would be more like a headache, but that’s what’s exciting, isn’t it?

Returning to the subject. The idea of having to discard three was very hard. What if she discarded the good one and stayed with the bad one?

The reality is that she didn’t know them. Despite she stalked them, she didn’t know how they were thoroughly, the only way to really meet someone is through communication and spending time with that person. Then… Who would she try?

Wait a moment. But… Why should she try only one? Discard three and keep the one that seemed the best option? Nah, it would be preferable to try with everyone at the same time, and, with whatever chance is given, it was given; That way she would know that guy was the best choice from the beginning, super simple, what could go wrong? There were only four boys, she’s going not to go over there. Perhaps?

“Everyone, be quiet,” the chemistry teacher told to the henhouse that he had as classroom chemistry, a class that Vianca hated. “I know it’s mid-year, but these things are decided by the principal,” he flapped his arms into the air and then crossed them over his chest “anyway, I introduce you a new classmate.”

A thin boy entered the classroom. Black and gray clothes covering his body, since according to the teacher he would have tomorrow the uniform; Black and straight hair falling down his pale forehead, as white as he, the contrast of the dark clothes to his skin was very striking and… Attractive. Tall. Unusual features made him stand out, as well as being the new one in the class.

It’s pertinent to highlight, Vianca used to see very attractive almost all the opposite sex of her age, however, she did not overdo with this.

“You are old enough,” said the professor, addressing his students, “to give you the typical speech that you must treat your new classmate well. I don’t want to have to give sermons that I know you don’t like, so none of those ridiculous jokes from hormonal adolescents in my class, did you hear? Just be well.”

To clarify: Vianca did not hate the class for the teacher, only for the subject in general. The teacher was great!

Right now Vianca’s eyes could slip out of their orbits. The boy was beautiful, his straight face and the disinterested look he gave to the rest of his new classmates did not help to diminish his attractiveness, rather, they increased it.

For the first time in this class, Vianca believed that the chemistry was real, at least for her, because right now the chemistry in her brain was going off, this guy was making her drooling.

“Come on,” the man patted the new man’s back to cheer him up. “you can introduce yourself.”

“My name is Jung Hoseok.” The new one sighed and his foreign accent was loveliest thing of the day. That was enough for Vianca to hold her seat tight and not fall when she heard him speak, and that voice. Could it be more splendid?

“Well! What an accent…” a boy spoke. “Where are you from new?”

The man looked straight into his eyes and then turned them on in annoyance. The other one frowned but remained silenced.

He looked at the rest, “I come from South Korea.” His voice was thick and a little hoarse.

Vianca wondered how that voice would sound together with that accent in a moan. Or in several…

“Well… It looks like there will be five of them now,” she muttered to herself, sitting at her chair, since unconsciously she had been standing, leaning over the table. She sighed, taking the bridge of her nose in complaint. Of course, as if she really hated to integrate foreign beauty into her candidates.

One month was enough to decide that the new one would be one more member in her plans. It wasn’t a very elaborate stalking like the previous ones, but it was enough to at least know that he doesn’t do bad or illegal things after school.

Foreign-Korean Jung Hoseok:

Age: unknown… Still.

He has made a few friends; he is not so sociable, but he is not shy either.

In his first exams in different subjects he got good marks.

It’s quiet.

And the best part is definitely… His smile. It has rarely been seen, but his smile is definitely the most beautiful and resplendent ever seen.

And now what’s next? Interact with the boys.

What if there are five? Easy.

“One for every day of the week,” she said to herself in her room with a smile.

Tomorrow Monday everything will start. To fuck has been said! Fucking!