Natasha's pov:
"See! I told you she wasn't a bad teacher." I vouch for our History teacher as I walk along side Seb and Flynn from her class. "She was alright, I'll give her that." Seb compliments her as we exit the class. "I still prefer the old one though. And learning about Brazilian history is so boring." Seb complains.
"It's better than learning about World War 1." Flynn points out.
"He got a point." I agree with Flynn. "Whatever. What I wanna know is why that chap was staring at you the whole time during that class." Seb questions as we make our way towards my locker. "Which lad?" I arch a brow, oblivious to what he's taking about. "Dark hair, tan, green eyes. About a few centimetres taller than me." He tries to describe this mysterious person to me.
"Ah you mean Nico Harper?" I correct him.
"Nico Harper? As in Harper? As in him?" Seb immediately spirals. My breaths get sharper at the mention of him. Flynn interrupts. "No no. Not him. Harper is just a common last name." Flynn clarifies. "How can you be so sure? Did he ever speak about his family before?" Seb backs up his insane reasoning.
"He hasn't but he did say that he lives alone in his house." I intrude on their conversation.
"Alone in his house? He must be living the life." Seb's eyes widen. "We should so ask him to host a gaff. Imagine how good it would be." Flynn starts suggesting. "No no no, you have it all wrong. His father lives in the states, and they both have American accents. Nico only came here for high school." I elucidate the full story.
"The states? Don't tell me California." Seb peers into my arctic eyes.
"They're from L.A, but don't start spiralling onto your impossible conspiracy theory again. Nico isn't like him." I defend Mr.Mysterious. "Why do you always have to go for the American guys." Seb complains about my intriguing love life. "There's just something about them. You guys won't get it." I shrug it off and take out my gym bag.
"And besides, we're all in Brazil now. It's about time that you fellas get yourself some Brazilian girls." I point out with a smile creeping its way up my face.
"Preach that sista." Seb high-fives me. "P.E in Brazil better be volleyball on the beach with a ton of hot girls." Seb daydreams. I whack his arm playfully. "Be prepared to be underwhelmed because the Brazilians are hella competitive in school sport." I break the news to him.
"Don't worry. There's nothing Seb Sinclair can't handle." He flexes his muscles as we walk towards the changing rooms.
"Oh shut up you gym rat." I smile at his confidence and push him to the side. He laughs and ruffles my hair. "Hey, what time did you get home yesterday anyways?" Flynn's curiosity gets the best of him. "I made it back in time for dinner but that's only because Adrien tracked me down at y'all's apartment." I roll my eyes at the memory.
"He was pissed." Seb clarifies with his eyes widened.
"Yea it's so weird, I've never seen him that riled up before." His strange behaviour confused me. I shrug it off and stare at the female changing room sign. Flynn gives me a reassuring side hug and I walk in. I don't take my eyes off the floor as I quickly change and get out of there.
I try to ignore the stares and whispers in the background, but it still irks me no matter how hard I try.
I step outside into the P.E hall but I see Nico come out at the same time. "Oh hi N-" I begin but he just walks off. "Nico?" I ask puzzled to his back. I jog up to him and turn him around. "Nico what's wrong?" I peer into his gorgeous emerald eyes. He silently stares at me for a while before answering. "Nothing that concerns you." He tries to turn around.
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seven souls seven sins
Teen Fictionnot you're average mafia brothers and sister story.. This is the story of Natasha Clark, an assassin, mafia boss, and most of all the long lost sister of the 6 Morales brothers. After fallen victim of a divorce at the ripe age of seven, Natasha's mo...