Remi POV

I woke up feeling like a total boss, ready to slay my last year of senior high. I stretched my toned legs and arms, admiring my reflection in the mirror. My long, dark hair cascaded down my back like a waterfall, and my makeup was on point. I slipped on a mini skirt that hugged my curves and a crop top that showed off my sick abs. My body was fire, thanks to years of dance and gym routines.

As I headed downstairs, my mom looked up from her coffee and gave me a stern look. "Remi, I mean it, no more drama this year. No more getting into trouble."

I rolled my eyes, but she just raised an eyebrow. "I'm serious, Remi. You're a senior now, it's time to behave."

I sighed, but inside I was like, "Yeah, yeah, got it." But I knew my mom was just trying to keep me in check. Last year was...eventful, to say the least. But I promised myself I'd be better this year.

My little sister Lily looked up from her cereal and scowled. "Remi, your dress is too short!"

My mom intervened, "Lily, your sister looks beautiful. Don't be jealous."

I smirked at Lily, but my mom just gave me a warning look. "Remember what I said, Remi. No trouble."

I nodded, but inside I was like, "We'll see about that." I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, ready to take on the year and whatever drama came my way.

As I walked through the unfamiliar hallways, I could feel the eyes on me. Everyone was staring, but I knew it was because I was the new girl, the mysterious transfer student. No one knew my name, but they couldn't help but notice me. My makeup look was flawless, my highlight popping, and my lips looking plump and juicy. My mini skirt was short, but not too short, and my crop top showed off my toned stomach. My boobs were looking extra perky today, and I could feel them straining against the fabric of my top. I didn't need to look back to know my ass was bouncing with each step - I could feel the eyes on it, too.

I smiled to myself, feeling like a total boss. I knew I was making an entrance, and I was ready to make my mark on this new school.

As I walked down the hallway, I noticed a girl who looked like the queen bee, but not quite as stunning as me. She was wrapped around some guy, who couldn't take his eyes off my boobs. I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

"Hi, I heard you're the new transfer student," the queen bee said, approaching me with a fake smile. "I'm Sasha, and I love your dress! It's designer, right?"

"Thanks, Sasha," I replied, trying to sound friendly. I wanted to be nice, at least for now. After all, I needed to click with the popular crowd if I wanted to be popular myself.

The guy, who was still staring at my boobs, finally spoke up. "Hey, I'm Jake," he said, his voice dripping with lust.

I raised an eyebrow, annoyed. "Hi, Jake," I said curtly, trying to keep my cool.

Sasha giggled. "Jake, stop being a creep," she said, playfully hitting him on the arm. "So, Remi, what do you think of Oakwood High so far?"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "It's okay, I guess. Still getting used to it."

Sasha smiled. "Well, we'll have to show you around and make you feel more welcome. Jake, why don't you take Remi to her next class?"

Jake's eyes lit up, and he grinned. "Sure thing," he said, offering me his arm.

I hesitated for a moment, but then took his arm, trying to play along. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a whole lot of drama.

"Hey, I'm Jake," he said again, his voice dripping with lust. "Want me to take you to your next class? I know it can be tough navigating a new school."

I smiled, playing coy. "Sure, Jake. That's so sweet of you."

Sasha chimed in, "Yeah, I'll come with you guys! We can show Remi the ropes."

As we walked to math class, Jake's eyes stayed fixed on me, his gaze burning with desire. Sasha chatted excitedly about the school and its cliques, but I just smiled and nodded, my eyes locked on Jake's.

When we arrived at the math classroom, the teacher looked up from his notes. "Ah, new student! Welcome to math class. Please come up here and introduce yourself."

I strutted up to the front of the class, my heels clicking on the floor. "Hey, my name's Remi."

As I spoke, I casually touched my boobs, running my fingers over the curves in a seductive manner. The teacher's eyes widened, and he couldn't keep his gaze off me.

"Welcome, Remi," he stuttered. "I'm...uh...your math teacher."

I smiled sweetly, but my eyes held a warning. "Thanks, teach. But let's keep the welcomes short, shall we? I'm not here to make friends with you."

The class snickered, and Jake looked at me with a mixture of awe and lust. The teacher looked taken aback, but I just winked at him and said, "Back off, grandpa. I'm not interested."

The class erupted in laughter, and I knew I had made my mark.

After math class, I was summoned to the principal's office. Mrs. Allison, a stern-looking woman with a tight bun and glasses, greeted me with a firm handshake.

"Remi, welcome to Oakwood High. I'm Principal Allison. I've got your schedule right here."

She handed me a paper with my class schedule, but her expression turned disapproving.

"However, I need to talk to you about your...ah...attire. That dress is a bit...revealing, don't you think? And those piercings...well, they're quite...distracting."

I raised an eyebrow, my eyes locked on hers. "My piercings? You mean my nipple piercings? They're not distracting, Principal Allison. They're just a part of who I am."

Mrs. Allison's face turned red, and she cleared her throat. "Well, be that as it may, we have a dress code here at Oakwood High. I expect you to adhere to it. No more...ah...revealing clothing, understood?"

I smiled sweetly, but my eyes held a hint of defiance. "Understood, Principal Allison. But can I ask, are you more concerned about my clothes or the fact that I'm making a statement?"

Mrs. Allison's eyes narrowed. "I'm concerned about maintaining a professional and respectful environment at this school. That's all."

I nodded, taking the schedule from her hand. "Got it. Thanks for the chat, Principal Allison. I'll make sure to dress more...appropriately from now on."

As I left the principal's office, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had already made a mark on this school, and I was just getting started.

As I walked into English class, I noticed the only available seat was beside Jake. I sat down confidently, feeling a sense of ease wash over me. I caught his gaze and held it for a moment, smiling inwardly at the hint of admiration in his eyes. It wasn't just about the seat; it was about the connection we shared in that instant.

I tried to focus on the lesson, but my mind kept drifting back to Jake. I could feel his eyes on me, and I sensed a kindred spirit in him. The teacher's words became a gentle hum in the background as I found myself lost in thought, thinking about how much I enjoyed Jake's sense of humor and kindness.

Just then, the teacher announced a class project, and my heart skipped a beat as she paired us together. I felt a rush of excitement at the prospect of working closely with Jake. We exchanged friendly smiles, and I sensed a spark of creativity ignite between us.

English was over and the next thing on my schedule was PE, took out my bag and went out but was dragged into an empty room by Jake.

The audacity

" Hey" I said in a seductive manner.

You might say ,I have no dignity ,but who doesn't want to get laid on the first day as a transferred student .I wanted to be craved by everyone in the school including boys and girls.

" These" he pointed towards my boobs . " Are a major distraction''.

I laughed, a low, sultry sound, and turned around, swiveling my hips to show off my curves. My long hair swung behind me, a dark waterfall cascading down my back.

Jake's eyes widened, his pupils dilating with desire. He reached out, his hand hovering over my waist, as if begging for permission to touch.

"Don't you have Sasha?" I asked, my voice dripping with sweetness, my eyes sparkling with mischief.

The tension between us was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. I knew I was playing a dangerous game, but I couldn't resist the thrill of temptation, the rush of power that came with knowing I was desired.

I sashayed out of the room, leaving Jake's longing gaze behind. But my dramatic exit was ruined when I collided with a clumsy nerd, who spilled her water all over my fresh outfit!

The girl looked like a hot mess, with braces, a flat chest, and frizzy hair that rivaled Medusa's snakes. She apologized profusely, but I was having none of it.

"Sorry? Sorry isn't going to cut it, nerd!" I snapped, my anger simmering like a potion about to explode.

But before I could unleash my wrath, Sasha appeared like a queen, flanked by her loyal minions. "Girl, don't even bother with Amelia," she said with a flick of her wrist. "She's a nobody. Let's go slay PE, bae!"

With that, Sasha dragged me away from the scene, her minions following like loyal subjects. I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.

PE was a total snooze-fest, with endless drills and exercises that left me yawning. And to make matters worse, the teacher had the nerve to call me out for my nipple piercing! Like, hello, it's not my fault her boobs are sagging and lacking in the excitement department.

But finally, the bell rang, signaling lunchtime. And guess what? Sasha and Jake invited me to join the popular crew at the "J" table! I mean, I wasn't surprised - I basically ran the show at my old school, and I was ready to do the same here.

I sauntered over to the table, my hips swaying with confidence. The "J" crew looked up at me with a mix of curiosity and admiration, and I knew I was about to take this school by storm.

As I joined the table, eight pairs of eyes locked onto me, sizing me up. The "J" crew was a diverse bunch, but one thing was for sure - they were all stunning. The boys were drool-worthy, and the girls were beauties in their own unique ways.

"Damion," the hottest one said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. He was Jake's best friend, and I could already tell they were a dynamic duo.

"Michelle," the goth girl said, her voice husky. She was dressed in all black, but her piercing green eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.

The remaining two boys, Adam and Derek, gave me brief nods, while the other two girls, Lyra and Snow, smiled warmly. Lyra had a radiant glow about her, while Snow's icy beauty was striking.

I took a deep breath, feeling a thrill of excitement. This was going to be an interesting lunch, to say the least.

Damion's eyes gleamed with excitement as he asked, "We're skipping class today, wanna join us?" I played it cool, trying not to show how thrilled I was at the prospect of ditching school with the popular crew. "Yeah, sure," I said nonchalantly, like I was invited to exclusive parties every day.

Inside, I was doing backflips. This was the perfect opportunity to win over the boys and girls at the "J" table. Operation Win Them Over was officially underway.

I smiled to myself, thinking about the possibilities. With my charm and wit, I was confident I could win them over. And by the end of the day, I wanted to be the queen bee of this school.

"Let's get out of here," Damion said, standing up and gesturing to the others. "We've got a sweet spot to hang out."