NOT OF YOUR TASTE

Prologue

Ahri liked everything about the always -partying life style. The glamour, the fun, the sexy parts… Everything! Well... Almost everything. There was only a few things she totally despised, the unfathomable headache and not knowing where she was after waking up. This time both of these were present. Her head was apparently trying to split itself into two pieces and she had no idea of where she was. As energy consuming as it was she forced herself to straighten up. Her head was definitely a killer, she needed a painkiller immediately.

She was in a room full of books and a study desk. .she was lying on a sofa with a blanket over her. She was in someone's study? What the hell had she done to end up in someone's study room..? She groaned loudly, rubbing her temples, she hated not remembering the night before. Just as she was about to get up the familiar sound of her phone was heard. A message. Well, shit. Who would message her first thing in the morning? She was a night person for sure, you would call her at night. She searched for her phone groggily, finding out that it was under her breasts for the whole time. Screen was blurry with sweat, she wiped it to her top and checked the message.

"How are you seducing the nerd boy Ahri, don't you forget our bet! ;)" Syndra…

Bet… A bet… Seducing a nerd boy? What had she gotten herself in- The events of the last night came in like accelerating train. She had betted them in her drunken state that she would have him take her. Him! The most closed, the nerdiest, the rudest boy of the academy! Ugh what was she thinking!

Just as she was realising all this, the door opened with a small sound.

Speak of the devil.

"I see you are awake, fox."

Damn. She had to choose Malzahar from all of the nerd boys in the academy. It had to be him…


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I don't own League of Legends nor are any characters but the story and the ideas copyrighted to Alex Rusanov.