Timothée Chalamet

Timothée always teased and joked with you, because you were very innocent and didn't know how to defend yourself. He was 17 and you were 16.

The students in your class cooperated to go to the beach all together. You weren't very sure because you didn't like being in a swimsuit, but you still accepted.

They arrived and settled into their rooms. The next day, Timothée knocked on your door and you opened it.

—"Hey, we're going to meet downstairs, come with us"—I pulled your arm and you let go

—"Let me change, I'll be right there"— Timothée nodded and left, you closed the door and started to change

Later, you went down with everyone else. You were wearing your bikini, but you had a robe on top that didn't show your body. You watched the others having fun while you just sat on the sand, until Timothée approached you.

—"Are you antisocial or what?" he teased as he sat down next to you

—"I have nothing to do..."—you shrugged and looked at him

Timothée laughed and looked at your robe —"Take that off"— He tried to pull your robe off

—"No!, let go of me"—you pulled away and stood up, he just looked at you with a smile

—"Why not? This is supposed to be a beach, isn't it?"—

You rolled your eyes and sighed —"I know, but I don't like it..."—

—"Take it off"—I order now, a little serious, looking you up and down

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