Chapter two

I was walking down the hallway of my faculty the painful encounter with prof Agatha when I bumped into him "George" the handsome, six feet tall heart throb of all the girls in the class, except me of course. I see George as a notorious playboy who uses his looks to fuck gullible girls without self esteem.

" I am so sorry", I murmured as i hurried past him.

" If you want me to notice you, you have to try harder ", his baritone voice stopped me on my track.

Why would he think i wants him to notice me? Does i look like the other girls in the class that all throw themselves at him.

" you bumped into me, but I have to apologize first and now you think I want you, those cheap girls throwing themselves at you must make you think you are something,"

He turned to look at her, his eyes darkened with an emotion Abby can't comprehend.

" I didn't know you had this much fight in you ABBY PARK",

What!! He knew my name?? How did he know my name? We have never talked before, we have never interacted before, he doesn't notice me in the class. How come he knows my full name?

Before I know what is happening he had left, leaving me in a pool of confusion.

George pov

I finally had an interaction with her, the "mysterious girl" in the class. Even though she is not definitely my type, something about her attracts me and intrigues me.

I always notice her from the corner of my eyes, as she walks into the class hurriedly to avoid being caught as she always come late to class,

How she dresses in baggy clothes with dull colours, but still fails to hide her sweet and tempting curves and full, pointed breasts.

Just now she bumped into me, I felt her soft, warm breast on my hard chest, it seems as if she wasn't wearing a bra, because i could not feel any layer of separation except for the thin sweater fabric, so it felt as if I came in contact with her naked breast; the sensation went down and soon i felt a roaring fire in his groins.

I decided to push the errant girl out and made straight to professor Agatha's office.

Abby pov

Today couldn't have gotten worse, after getting embarrassed by prof Agatha in front of the whole class, I bumped into that class Casanova. Not only did he not apologize, he accused me of trying to seduce him.

I touched my boobs only to confirm my fears that I did not wear a bra.

this morning I was searching for one of my only two bras as I had washed one but I couldn't find it the other one.

I quickly threw in one of my oversized grey coloured sweaters over my oversized pants and dashed out because I was in a hurry.

The problem is that the fabric of this sweater is so thin that one can feel every bump and mound of my breast through it. So when I bumped into George I felt the softness of my breast pressed against the hardness of his chest, my head buried on his neck because he was about a head taller than me. We were like that for nearly twenty five seconds, before he jerked himself off me because I was too stunned to react.

He stared at me with a mix of searching, puzzled, amused, surprised look all mashed into one. I have never seen his face in close proximity before but now I do. He looked perfectly imperfect, his eyes held some unspoken emotions, but when opened his mouth to speak, his words derided, mocked me and degraded me and I will not forgive him for that.