Eléa Bellerose is a mysterious girl, no one knows what she's feeling or thinking. She lost her mother at birth due maternal death, making her feel guilty her whole life. Her only friend in this cruel world is her older brother, but when he gets kill...
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Alessio Marchesi
"W- what? I don't get it, what's wrong? Won't you come to my tryout then?" I ask but she's already gone.
What the hell's gotten into her? Is she playing or does she really question why I'm always around her? Doesn't she like it?
I turn around and walk back into the school with questions flooding my brain.
"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." Amare asks.
"Or are you just afraid for your tryout?" Damian asks.
"Shut up Damian, it probably got sum to do with Eléa, right?" Amare says.
"Nothing, and I'm not scared for my tryout." I say with gritted teeth while walking with them to our classes.
The last lesson feels like forever, it doesn't end. It's boring and I'm constantly thinking about Eléa— FUCK I totally forgot about the plan, the main reason why I'm even here.
Shit shit shit.
This is really bad cause I haven't found anything yet, I'm too distracted. I should start tonight, after the try outs.
"Will you be at the football tryouts, Alessio?" Victoria asks, wanting my attention.
Lord, what have I done to sit next to her?
"Mhm." I reply dryly without looking at her.
"I'll be cheering for you, I already know you're really good." She says while tracing her fingers over my hands.
I take my hands away and put them on my lap, hoping she gets the hint.
"Stop playing hard to get, I know you want me." This really pisses me off, but I can't do anything about it so I just roll my eyes and hope this lesson will go by fast.
The bell rings and we all start to pack our bags, I grab my football bag of course too.
"Good luck, Alessio." Victoria says while walking around me.
Attenzione puttana. [attention whore]
I walk with Damian towards the football field and into the dressing room, so we can change into our jerseys.
The dressing rooms are full with people who want to tryout.
Mason walks towards me and claps me on the back, "You better be good, good luck bro."
