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Chapter Two- Luca

Im Luca Muñoz. The past few weeks were spent by moving into this shitty little town, into a shitty little house. It was just me, my mom and my little sister. But my mom was constantly working so that basically left me to take care of my sister myself. I didn't have a problem with it, but balancing child care with school is going to catch up to me quickly. We downsized our living space because my mom couldn't keep up with the bills.

I know she tries and I don't blame her at all. My dad left when my sister was 2 and I was 13. Now I am 16 and in my junior year of highschool. I want to die.

I know no one and it's horrible here compared to my last school. There's no boundaries, and everyone is doing drugs or making out in the corners.

There is one guy specifically that I can tell I am not going to get along with. He is the classic popular and rich boy that every girl drools over and I fucking hate those kind of people.

Luckily no one really tried to talk to me and if they did I wouldn't acknowledge them. A girl came up to me and started flirting with me. It was gross. Like I said, it seriously seems like this school has zero boundaries.

There was no "Hi, what's your name?", "Do you like this school so far?" (Spoiler alert: I don't), or anything under that umbrella. Nope, all I got was, "Hey, new kid... wow you look like you would be so fun to mess around with." Like seriously? She didn't say goodbye either. She just winked and whipped her ass around to leave.

As classes passed by I saw that boy everywhere I went, it seemed like I couldn't escape him. He was constantly swarmed by people who were laughing and having fun. I don't envy him, I just envy that he has a good life. Why me of all people? Poor and loveless.

But anytime I would try and get a look at him, he was looking right back at me which made it kind of hard to get a read on him. He had a mischievous glint in his eye, like he wanted to say something, but he didn't, so I would just glare back. He had dark brown hair, messed up and semi-long, he HAD to be over 6 foot cause man, was he tall. He looked like he had good style though.

I guess time will tell.

It was the last class of the day and that's when a boy, only a few inches taller than me, approached me and stuck out his hand. He seemed very friendly and had that warm aura that anyone could feel comfortable around.

"Hi! I'm Darron, but you can call me Dee." He said politely, his hand was sitting there waiting for me to shake it, which I obliged because he was the first normal person who had come up to me all day.

"I'm Luca." I responded quietly. I didn't intend for it to come out as quiet as it did. He nodded and we both pulled away from the grip.

"Where'd you move from?" He asked, while taking the empty seat next to mine.

"Oh uh, Texas." I stuttered, goddamnit. He was a really pretty boy, with fluffy blonde hair and a soft smile. I didn't mention that I am a closteted gay. I was shoved into the clothing rack in the back of the closet at a really young age because my dad was super homophobic.

I don't really know my mom's opinion on those types of things but I would rather not find out. The only person that "knows" is my sister. She is my best friend (I know, a 5 year old as your bestfriend isn't exactly normal, but she saved my life) and I really don't know what I would do without her. I didn't hide any of my previous boyfriends from her and I think she kind of just figured it out. Despite how young she is, she understood it and accepted it as normal.

"Oh! And if I am not mistaken, I heard a bit of a Latino accent?" It was true, I did have a slight accent, but as I get more whitewashed, the more it goes away. I didn't exactly look latino either, with my light brown hair and slightly tanned skin. I do speak almost fluent Spanish however, since it's my mom's first language.

I think the only reason I don't look the part is because my dad is whiter than white and being raised in towns full of white people doesn't help.
"Yeah, I'm bi-lingual." He gave another smile that made me feel safe.

"That's so cool. I only know like... one other person who can speak another language so it's super cool to have that diversity."

I gave a light smile to him as the teacher clapped his hands together to grab our attention. We both turned towards the teacher as the class got quiet and he began his lesson.

Finally, the bell rang and I was free to go home but first I had to pick up my sister from kindergarten. As I was walking to my car, a big group of junkies was standing in the middle of the parking lot.

I tried my best to avoid them, but of course, I am an easy target. It all happened so fast, but I could clearly see what had happened. One of the boys stuck out his foot and tripped me and now my face is met with asphalt. I groan in pain whilst rubbing my chin.

"What the hell is your problem?" I yell, obviously aggravated by his actions. The group of boys went from laughing to doing quiet snickers. But one boy stuck out to me. That stupid, stupid, rich boy. Of course he would be friends with the bullies, why wouldn't he be?

He was laughing, but once he made eye contact with me, he gave me an apologetic look, to which I snarled and ignored him. After the boy who had tripped me said nothing, I quickly gathered my shit and sped off to my car.

I can already tell this is going to be a long year.

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