N/n: Nickname
Bold italics: Y/n singing.
Bold underlined: Camilo singing.
Bold italics underlined: Both.
Just Bold: Other.
|🎵-Y/n's POV-🎵|
The next morning, in History, I sat by Camilo as always, but this time we didn't shoot eachother evil glares.
"Good morning," I greeted him.
"Buenos días, hermosa."
I rolled my eyes.
He raised his hands, "Hey, you agreed to 'teasing/flirty comments'!"
I laughed, "I was hoping they'd be few and far between. Like, 3 per week?"
"5 a day?"
"3 a day."
We shook hands, then sat quietly in class.
"What classes do we have today?" He caught up to me in the hallway.
"Maths, Music, Languages and Embroidery, only you have Exercise when I have Embroidery."
"Huh. Where's Maths again?"
"The hallway after this, 5th on the right. Room 28."
"Can I walk with you?"
"I mean, you already are."
A few seconds later, we reached the math corridor, which was a pain to get through at this time, since most of the younger kids thought they were badasses. Just as we turned the corner, we heard this happen.
"Out of the way, idiotas!" A couple of 8th graders pushed into a group of older kids. This somehow turned into a full on brawl.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"What's going on?" I asked.
One of the smaller guys pushed the biggest motherfucker he could see, who happened to be very close to us.
The guy fell into Camilo's back, who fell forwards towards the wall.
Fortunately, he managed to catch himself by putting both hands on the wall.
Unfortunately, I was stood in between him and the wall. His hands were on either side of my head.
We both flushed.
He tried to move, but someone else was then pushed against his back, making him have to move closer to me.
After another person fell into us, his body was pressed into mine.
Awkward~
"S-Sorry! Argh! I-I can't move!"
"It's- Ouch! It's fine!"
He was about to speak when someone used his head for support, knocking his chin into my nose.
"Ow!" I cried out. He looked at me worried, but couldn't say anything without being interrupted.
Finally, the headmaster turned up.
"That's enough! Break it up everyone!"
The fight started to separate. Once most people were out of the way, we tried to break apart. But after everyone pushing us together, our legs were intertwined.
"Ouch! Just, move to the left- my left, not yours! Move your leg down, and I'll- No, wrong way!"
Suddenly, he made a really high pitched sound.
"Oh! Did I just hit your...?"
"Yeah," He rasped.
"Sorry! God, today is not going great for us!"
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