Chapter eighteen.

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Matt's Pov.

During break, I decided to give Marie's shoe back. "Dude. Dude. Do you think she's hot?" My friend Arnold asked. We were in the library, 'checking out girls'. It was not my idea okay? I had a reputation, which is the playboy. "Hellloooo , Matt?" Arnold was shaking me. A blonde, tanned girl passed us, giving us winks. "Well, she's hot, but I think I'll go for a serious relationship with a really beautiful girl. He laughed, really hard. What's funny, I asked him. "Its just mate, that you never had a serious relationship with anybody at all!" He exclaimed. Oh, did I tell you he's British? "Oh... Um, Kay, I'll see you later then mate!" I tried with my best British accent.

I went up to Marie's lunch table. " Hey Marie. I just wanted to give your shoes back. I saw them during the day you were performing, you left them in the studio. So yah. Here yah go." I gave her a smile. She said thanks, and returned my smile. I left her table, with a smile. I bumped into the cheerleaders. "Omg. We heard that your like, gonna take your relationship seriously. Sooooo..... Who's the like lucky girl?" They smiled so bright. I think they meant it's going to be one of them. " Um... Sorry girls, but it's not you guys. Sorry. They looked really upset.

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