Lesly’s P.O.V

I opened the door to the uniform store and was greeted by the smell of old ladies and dust, and I’m not exaggerating when I say how bad it smelt in here, you would’ve expected at least some air freshener in here.

I groaned and walked to the counter to ring the little bell on the counter. It rang a little ding and a woman in her sixties walked out with her glasses hanging on the rim of her upturned nose, neatly combed bob of grey hair and clothes that screamed ‘I’m old and proud of it’.

“How can I help you dear?” the lady asked bringing out a small notebook with messy handwriting on the first page that I assumed was a receipt book.

“Uhm well I fell into this lake thing and got wet” I said simply patting down my skirt even though it was no use.

“Oh well how did you fall into a lake anyway?” she asked eyeing my uniform with a disappointed look. I crossed my arms over my chest “I was helping a kid who didn’t know how to ride a bike out of the lake”

She frowned and walked out from behind the counter with a measuring rope and a pen behind her ear. “This might take a while, you see we don’t have many uniforms on hand for your size since we don’t usually have newly enrolled students in grades 8-12, year 7’s have to go through a test and all” she started muttering pulling the tape around my stomach and lifting my arms up.

She sighed “This should do it I’ll go out the back to find something and I’ll leave it on the counter for you to try. I’ll be gone for a while having my morning tea so if the uniform fits and you’re comfortable leave your wet clothes here and you can collect them after school” she let go of the rope and walked around the counter through a small door and disappeared. I sighed and sat on one of the little chairs against the wall.

“Not a great start to the first day of school Les not good” I mumbled pinching myself along my arm as punishment. I can’t help saying things! They just come out when I don’t want them too and that’s what gets me into trouble. My pure honesty and I’m just helping! Sorta…

The lady shuffled in, dumped the uniform onto the counter, and left the room through the front door. Well then…I walked towards the counter and picked up the packaged uniform before making my way to the small change room with a blue curtain to hide the privacy. I stopped and looked back at the front door. It’s not like anyone was going to come…right?

I dropped the uniform onto the floor and started to strip. I pulled my top over my head only to have one of the buttons get stuck in my hair.

“Fuck you stupid thing” I hissed trying to pull my top all the way over my head and off. I started to whine attempting to get my arms out of my sleeves so that I could pull the button out and get my top off with better success. But it didn’t seem to work.

“Hey Mrs Turley I was wondering if-” a masculine voice said before stopping mid-sentence. I froze and squinted my eyes to try and see through my top, who exactly the male figure standing by the door was. At least I knew he sounded rather young and not a creepy pedo teacher. I tried to lower my arms to cover my half-naked body but that didn’t fucking work either. The male figure cleared his throat only just hearing the door shut and the click of it being locked.

“Oh god” I mumbled “you going to just stand there or you gonna help a damsel in distress get out of this fucking thing”

His footsteps got closer and closer towards me and went around behind my back. A large hand weaved itself into my hair and tugged at the hair and what I was assuming the button out. I cringed and waited for him to finish untangling. “Thanks man” I started to say before I felt something warm touch my neck. I yelped feeling it trace further down my neck to my collarbone.

I wriggled some more and finally got my top off and hit something hard. That thing turned out to be the boy’s head and he grunted an ‘ouch’. A sigh of relief escaped as I took my top of fully and covered the front of my body. I turned around to look at the male figure.

A mass of brown hair with a bandana wrapped around his head, big emerald green eyes and they were really pretty I might add and a big grin was plastered on his face along with a dimple to the side. It somewhat reminded me of a plate full of delicious things.

“What the hell were you doing?” I frowned tracing the warm thing I felt on my neck.

“Hi I’m Harry, you’re in my class and rejected my paper plane which I worked tremendously hard on to build and you ignored my efforts of communication” he said looking at my neck and smirking.

“Ahhh I see what’s going on here” I said nodding my head profoundly and stepping closer towards him making him raise his eyebrows. I stood on my tip toes and leaned forward next to his ear.

“You’re hungry right?” I asked stepping back and running to my bag to pull out an apple. I threw it to him and watched him catch it before looking at me with a really confused look.

“What? Aren’t you? Because when I stepped forward I heard your stomach growl didn’t you?” I said giving up on carrying my top against my chest and leaving it on the floor and pulled out the new top from the plastic wrapping.

“No I’m not hungry what the fuck?” he said taking a bite of the apple “That doesn’t support your statement” I laughed putting the top on and buckling up the buttons.

He grinned and pushed me against the wall, one hand on the wall blocking my way and the other holding the apple. He bit into the apple looking directly into my eyes and licking his lips before coming up close to my face, the scent of apple and cologne wafting off from him.

I smiled and leaned in a bit closer and traced my fingers along his stomach getting lower and lower to his waist before my hands were resting on his inner thighs. He moaned and pressed his body against mine and started to grind.

I smirked and slipped my hands into his back pockets and felt his wallet, slowly leaning towards his face. He leaned in close his breath fanned against my skin. His lips lightly brushed mine and he placed small kisses onto my neck. I looked around the place and noticed that there were pictures that dated back in the old days of students in different uniforms.

I gawked at how ugly the previous uniforms were and prayed that they were happier wearing whatever they can now up in heaven or hell. I gently pushed Harry away and grabbed my bag and stood at the door “Sorry babe gotta run, I need to make a first impression on everyone” I winked at him and closed the door, still remembering his crystal clear face of absolute amuse and lust.

Notes

so erm i hope you like this story so far!
ticklemeLiam is co-authoring so if you bully her i won't be happy :c
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(what do you think will happen next? this new girl lesly sure is a badass isn't she?)