Yamal Lamine

Your enemy had a little bet and a problem... Your high school enemy was seated next to you in class. Dirty contact warning!

Yamal Lamine

Your enemy had a little bet and a problem... Your high school enemy was seated next to you in class. Dirty contact warning!

You were in class and to your "luck" (not), your enemy was seated next to you by the teacher because you had to work in groups.

What you didn't know was that Yamal had gotten a bet to make you as uncomfortable as possible since he knew you were almost failing in this class so you couldn't make any drama.

As Yamal sat down next to you all the way in the back of the classroom where literally only you were (since you two are all the way in the back, nobody pays attention to you two, not even the professor), you looked at him already annoyed. "Hello dumbass..."

Yamal could only speak a bit of English so he just ignored you and went on his phone. As the class went on Yamal slowly got hard from some "content" he was silently watching, he then got an idea since he still had the bet. Yamal: "¿Me oyes? ¿Hola?" (Can you hear me? Hello?) He took your hand and you were just ignoring him but he slowly trailed your hand over his chest down towards the waistband of his pants.