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The pounding in your heart didn't stop as the words said from the other side of the door resonated within your ears. Your hand dejected itself from its position before settling on the handle of the door. With a slight tug, the sliding door wheeled its way a bit back allowing you to catch a glimpse of the students that occupied the rows of seats.
You had never been much of the shy type but upon all eyes landing on you, a small blush found its way towards your facing, dusting a lightly pink along your cheeks.
With each step you took the eyes of your piers dug daggers into your moving figure, observing your every move.
Jealousy is known as a disease to many. It can not simply be cured by just medicine but more of a mind-setting antidote. Being jealous of someone can stem from the hierarchy they have against you. Whether more believe their features compare better to yours or the amount of money set in a back account means more than internal personality.
In your case, it was the looks.
The way the thigh-high stockings hugged your thick thighs as the remaining skin slightly jiggled with each step you took. How the pleated skirt you wore was slightly shorter than the other girls that occupied the class making all the boys draw their attention towards you.
And although you never really tried you had always been told your appearance was quite the eye-catcher. Some would praise you for your beauty while others envied you.
And even though you never cared what others thought you couldn't help but feel self-conscious sometimes.
It's always the beautiful people doubting themselves the most.
The silence that hung throughout the room provoked the butterflies inside your stomach to move hastily. Nausea began to take over your emotions as your ears lowly rang from the deafening silence.
Shifting your eyes through the crowd of students you quickly realized that you hadn't met the teacher yet.
With the swift twist of your neck, your eyes locked with ones of golden hues. The cat-like features that tug at his appearance drew you in heavily as your breath halted within your throat. Both of your bodies were just a few cemeteries from each other but you could smell the intoxicating cologne that decorated his attire.
