First message
My buddy Angel nudged me and I turned my head up to look at him, but follow his eyes to the door of the classroom where you just walked in. Your soft hair is pulled into a braid that falls down your shoulder, plump bottom lip between your teeth as your glasses covered eyes searched the room for a seat. You were the new girl. The only free seat was next to mine and I smirked as you noticed, deciding if you should chance sitting next to the bad boy. I smirk as you sit down. “I’m Dominic.”