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7.

-Brooklyn's Point Of View-
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1 week later

People tend to think of me as just another teen celebrity. You know, The oh so handsome and famous son of David and Victoria Beckham. They think of me as a lucky kid who doesn't get in trouble when he breaks the rules or the rich kid who gets everything he wants and whenever he wants it.

But sadly I can assure you that none of that is true. And the fact that I'm sitting in boring old Geography class learning about utter bull crap can prove that.

"You're looking snazzy today." My cousin Libby greets me as she appears in the classroom doorway. She's one of few people I can stand at this school.

"As are you." I chuckle.

"Are you going out after school?" She takes a seat in the desk next to me. I watch as she places her bag onto the floor and pulls out her purple binder.

"My dad has important people coming over tonight."

Libby is my closest cousin, and the only one I can really stand If I'm honest. We've been friends since we were little, and probably always will be. She's nice, funny and bubbly, you're almost never bored or frustrated around her. And she basically likes and does everything I do. So you know, it guess it works out.

"Did you hear about all those students that are coming today?" She asks.

"What students?" I question. I heard a couple of my friends talking about something like this but then again I wouldn't really know, I don't pay good attention to what people say here.

"Scott Peters overheard the principal talking about all these new students that are suppose to be coming to the school. Well they're here, they're in the office and theres like, hundreds of them." Libby explains excitedly.

"Any of them catch your eye?"

"For your pleasure or for mine?" Libby scoffs, playfully rolling her eyes. "I saw a people you may be interested in. Although I couldn't really see all the students since everyone in the entire school was basically looking."

"I don't get why new people coming to the school is such a big deal to people. Has nobody ever seen new students before or anything?" I exhale a sigh as I crumble up my doodle filled paper.

"Maybe because we're getting around two hundred new kids in one day." Libby frowns at my dull reaction.

"Hm." I shrug.

"I guess everyone found out that the famous Brooklyn Beckham goes here." She teases and I return a scoff.

"I hope not." I respond.

"Yeah that would kinda suck." She laughs.

As Im about to reply the sound of a familiar text tone rings in my bag. I reach down and grab my phone from my front pocket. A smile creeps across my face as I read the name Aurora.

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9:35
To: Mystery Boy

Good morning.

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9:40
To: Aurora

Morning my lovely.

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9:43
To: Mystery Boy

How are you on this fine ass day.

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9:45
To: Aurora

I'm alright I suppose, But I'm guessing your day is going great.