The Duchess

This begins with an old-fashioned case of a crush. It all started in my English class. I was pretty good at English. However, I would not realize my passion until later. This class was badly-behaved, and oddly enough, I liked it. I was looking for something juicy. Something to get my attention. Something interesting… Then I saw her.

It was the beginning of the year and my English class was going smoothly so far. Until one day when I noticed that all of the band people in that class (which was quite a few) was getting a little cliquish. My school was famously known for our band and it is like the life of the party in classes. There were predominantly male band members in my English class until she came in. Her name was Nicole. At first, I paid her no mind. Not that she wasn’t attractive. It was more like a… delayed reaction. She was always popular in the class, with boys talking to her left and right. Not only that, she was also the band secretary. In addition to those two, I learned later that she (and her brother who was almost equally as attractive) was related to the band director.

It all started when my English teacher made us sit in assigned seats. My seat was next to Nicole’s.

“Hey, Chad,” she said. I shyly waved back.

That day, she especially got attention. She was wearing a long yellow daffodil dress. I could hear the catcalls and whistles. Some were funny, some not so. Nicole was slender with long, striking black hair when we first met, with no curves that would pop your eyes. However, that was not her best asset to me. That day in class, we were covering Lord of the Flies by watching the movie. We had to finish this worksheet by the end of class. I read the book. So, I had no trouble completing it. However, Nicole asked for answers off my worksheet during the movie. This is where I noticed her. Her light latte-colored skin. Her pink, plump, juicy lips that I stared at more and more. I wanted to kiss them. She licked them unconsciously. My penis twitched in excitement. I wanted more, while simultaneously waiting for her to finish copying. I tried not to stare at her cute face by looking at the movie. She jerked me out my trance.

“Chad. Here.” She handed me my worksheet, thanking me, leaving me one last time to look at her beauty.

I was speechless. I liked her. I wanted her. I wanted to be with her. The thing was, I had no confidence at all. She did.

The end of the semester came. Nicole won Homecoming, hence my nickname for her. After a long time of thinking, on the last day before Christmas vacation, I decided to write a love note to her. I did it before the first period started that day.