1_meeting

Vincent

Colene has pleading eyes for me. I understand she is against it, but I've come this far and couldn't sleep at night thinking about how happy the guy was while my sister was suffering.

I've already requested permission from my father to transfer, but I've kept my plan hidden from him.

"Vincent, are you sure about this?" My older sister had inquired. My response was met with a smirk. Despite the fact that she is a year older than me, I nonetheless appear to be older than she is.

"How many times have you asked me, Colene?" How many times do I have to respond to you? Keep in mind that the girl is only collateral damage. "It's not her fault that she's the dumbass's sister, but she is, and she can't do anything about it." "I said this with my teeth clenched and my jaw clenched."

"But Vince..." If you don't hurry, I'll be late for my new school. My darling Hanna, babe, was waiting for me.

I chuckle. "Yes, I'm claiming that girl as mine from now on." I'm the only one who can help her. It's just the two of us.

In the mirror, I study myself. My skin reflection isn't as bright as it used to be; it's almost ten times brighter now. My sporting interests, such as racing, street basketball, and, most importantly, working as an agent for our firm, may have exposed me to the sun. My black hair is unruly, but it suits me, and I like it that way. My eyes are brown, but when I'm irritated, they appear to be raging red, according to my friends. My nose was pointing in all of the right places. I also have kissable lips, which are something that every woman wishes for. I changed into new attire. As is typical, it's dark blue with a tie-on. The one before it was black. That is my preferred alternative, but in order to carry out my plan efficiently, I must transfer to Hanna's school. Isn't it a coincidence that she took the same HRM class as me? Oh, and she's a third-year student. I'm not sure how feasible that is. I have another inane chuckle in mind.

My phone started vibrating. I took a brief glance around. When Trish called, I didn't answer the phone. I heard my sister sigh behind me and thought to myself, "Annoying." I assumed she'd start arguing again when I first saw her in the mirror. As a result, I turn around to face her, but she says...

"Eat your breakfast at least before heading to school."

I nod and instruct our maid, telling her to take care of Colene. The good news is that she graduated last year and is therefore unconcerned about other people's thoughts. I rapidly ate my breakfast before getting off and firing up my black motorcycle.

"Sounds good..." I'll drive while wearing my helmet.

I stood in the parking lot of my new school for a few moments, hoping to see her. My excitement was palpable, but my rage was boiling over. That concludes the discussion. A minute has passed. When she arrived, I was seated. I'm confident I'm not mistaken. She had the perfect curve, and it was in all the right places, from her exquisite face to her thighs. This could not be seen in the images. From my viewpoint, I'm convinced I saw it. Her image does not do her justice. Her legs are stunning, as you can see if you look closely. She's wearing a dark blue skirt. Her skin is light and dewy. She's got a lovely set of breasts, damn it. I'm curious about how her little waist allows her hips to rise.

But why am I getting the feeling I've seen her before? It's something I'm confident of.

My awe-inspiring gaze had turned agape. I'm able to shift my sight away from her. For a little while, I believe I lost my senses and forgot why I was here.

"Sh*t!!" This simply cannot be the case. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? Before approaching her, I took a quick peek at myself on my phone. As I walk, my hands are in my front pocket. I pushed myself off arrogantly, knocking her down on purpose to draw attention to myself. Hurrah! also She managed to catch a glimpse of me! Turn the applause around, baby.

As I stared in astonishment at her amazing appearance, she smiled like an angel. This time, I was considerably more intrigued than I had been previously.

I was about to smile, but instead I grew irritated at the man standing near her. My hysterical feelings came once more.

Henry Stewart Finally, I had the opportunity to meet you in person. I busted out laughing in my brain.

"Dude, can you please at least watch your way?" The jerk swears he has no idea how upset I am or how itchy my hand is to strike him repeatedly. With a naughty grin on my face, I smile.

"I'm dude; it just so happens that you're on my way," I said, my tone ambiguous.

"I mean, this beautiful girl, so I didn't mean to run into her."I was, of course, lying. "Sorry, baby, my bad," I sarcastically said. Her eyes were rolling, and I noticed it. Her smile had faded, and she was now frowning.

Then, as if nothing had happened, I strolled by them on my way to our room, as if nothing had happened.

"Later baby..." She can hear me since I speak loudly enough. "Whatever." I overheard her say something.

I notice the females emerge from their rooms as I saunter arrogantly. I initially assumed their class hadn't started yet, but after further consideration, I realized they were flirting as they were chuckling and occasionally pushing each other toward me. I ignored it and went about my business. "Girls and their obsession with good-looking guys." With a tilt of my head, I said I remained motionless until I arrived at the end of the corridor, where I found my room.

Thankfully, this school isn't as big as my previous one. I can easily recall it just by looking at the school map.

I enter my room, search for a more suitable location, and wait for her to come in. A little chuckle escaped my lips.

I observe her as she carefully enters the room through the entrance. Despite the fact that there isn't anything wrong with me, I repair myself.

She took a seat in front, where she could see the whiteboard better. I don't have a choice but to move from where she is sitting.

She gasps in shock when I sit in a noisy manner. I turn around to face her and smile seductively.

"We meet again, love."

"Oh, please, what baby?" Hanna cries out. I asked, knowing how upset she was, with a double meaning. "Disappear."

I burst out laughing, even though I've heard a lot of good jokes.

"I'm sorry, love, but it's not going to happen," she says.

As she frowned, I laughed even more. I can't help but stare since she's so adorable doing it.

"Please accept my apologies if I earlier gave you the wrong impression. It's just that this morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Please accept my condolences, love. As she begins to grin, I examine her face. In front of her, I make myself much cuter... She eventually surrenders.

"OK, forgiven."

I smile even bigger and raise my hand quickly to introduce myself.

I said, "Vincent Reed." She introduced herself and greeted me with a handshake. "Hanna Stewart, nice to meet you."

"I am, therefore, in love." It's wonderful to finally meet you.

Let's get down to business.

I'm almost there. Hanna Stewart will be mine, and her brother will almost certainly perish.