Paul & Moi

Chapter 4

Oh no, you're going out with me tomorrow. You can't refuse, we'll become friends, you'll see.
tomorrow. You can't refuse, we'll

Going out with him? Friends?

"Listen, I don't really know..."

"What? Do I look like a serial killer?
Don't be afraid, go one night, it's not
much"

"Well... okay... what time? "

I get out of the car.

"8 p.m. princess. See you tomorrow in high school?"

I smile. He's starting to make me
faces. I think it's too cute. I go home
and go to bed.

It's 8 o'clock, my alarm clock rings. I
get ready, get in my car and head to high school.

When I arrived, Jena was already
waiting for me. On the other hand,
Hillary is not by her side.

"Do you know where she is? " asks me Jena.

"No, the last time I saw her, she left with Tim."

"Let's see it"

We are looking for Tim. We end up crossing him near the lockers. Paul is there too. A little joy see it but I try not to show it.
"Hi Tim"

He smiles at me.

"Do you know where Hillary is? Because the last time I saw she was with you.

Paul stares at me and gives me his
charming smile. I'm melting...

"No, after what happened yesterday,
she eclipsed. Not seen again since sorry"

"What happened yesterday?? Wait... don't tell that.... You slept together?

"Ba she dragged me into my room and jumped on me!

"You could have refused! "

realize that I yelled at him and that all eyes are on us.

"Listen, I'm a guy, I have needs like everyone else"

"I'm less worse than the others," answers Paul

"Don't give a damn about Paul"

"Don't train it in your case! I'm going to go to class. If you did something to Hillary, I'II make you regret it." I restored

Jena pulls me by the hand and we go to class. I can't concentrate, I think of several things at once. Where did Hillary go? Why did Tim imply that Paul was like the others? Why am I thinking of Paul when my best friend has disappeared?

"Who was the 23rd President of the United States.. Nina?" Asks me the history teacher.

1 answer impulsively:

"Paul"

I realize what I just said...

Jena turns to me suddenly, girls from the cheerleader team seem surprised at my answer and whisper to each other.

"Nifina, the answer is not Paul," my neighbor whispers to me.

The teacher ignores my answer and acts as if nothing had happened. The students continue to talk to each other and I hear "Nina" here and
"Paul" there.

The bell rings and I rush to the exit.
Directly, a few guys who are often with Paul rush to him and I'm going to hide with it in order to avoid him.