Desmond Quinn Texas! His imperfections make him beautiful. The destinct lines of his jaw are so defined, he looks like a carved sculpture. It fits perfectly with his blonde hair which is swept over in such a way that it would take hours for most people to acheive, yet he spends about 3 minutes to get his gorgeously messy hairstyle.
I realised I was staring at him. “Hi, Desmond!”
“Hey Laila, have you revised for the science?”
“I tried, but I’m not very good at revising. I don’t need to ask you, you allways revise, even though you’ve got full marks 2 years running.”
“I could help you revise. How about half 6 tomorrow?”
“Yes, thanks so much”

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“Hi” I knew at once who the georgeously, silky voice belonged to, even so, I was in disbelief. “It’s Desmond, right?” Scarlet-Rose. Her flawless, pale skin is a perfect contrast to her black, glistening hair. Is it love that I feel? If so, love is the most hypnotic, beautiful, confusing, surreal thing that exists on planet Earth.
“Hi” She actually spoke to me?