I settled my weary self in the lecture theatre. Restless fingers twirling the blue pen in my right hand. My shifty eyes darted all sides and corners and then I saw you walk in.
Your hourglass silhouette, clasped in the oversized sweater.
Cheekily, your deep-valley cleavage peered out where horny boys would love to snuggle and rub their noses in at the first chance.
I sat there, checked you out.
Your hips, yours breasts, your neck...then your face.
I realised how ugly you suddenly looked to me. And the sight of your face utterly disgust me.
My body cringed as I see you engage in your friendly girlfriends better with the person behind me.
There, I couldn't bear to look at your face for the rest of the night.
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