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Luke's P.O.V.

It was a normal day for me. Same routine and shit. I'm in Spanish class at the moment. I'm currently failing this class. Like it's not my fault I can't speak Spanish. I am American.

Although I'm kinda jealous of Hispanics, they speak so fucking fast. Sometimes I wonder how they do it, I'd think that if I tried to then my tongue would get stuck or some shit. That thought scares me.

But also if you're Spanish that means you can talk about people without other people knowing. Speaking of that I wonder if they gossip about me. Oh shit.

"Luke. Can you please say 'Where is it the door?' In Spanish?" My Spanish , Mrs. Hernández asks.

"Uhh... Donde esta la baño?"

The class laughs.

I blush in embarrassment.

Mrs. Hernández rolls her eyes.

"Luke. You just said where is the bathroom. You were suppose to say "Donde esta la puerta?"

"Oh .. Sorry.."

"Luke. You really need to pay attention. What we you gonna do when you have to speak Spanish to someone who can't speak English?"

"Google translator duh."

They laugh again.

She mumbles something under her breath.

"I think you need a tutor. Come to me after school."

I groan but then remember something.

"Wait! I um know someone who can teach me."

"Okay, we'll see." She says then passes out our homework.

"This is easy. All you gotta do is color in the colors but obviously the colors are in Spanish so."

The bell rings and everyone practically rushes out.

I sigh and get up and go to lunch.

"Hey Lucas. How was Spanish?" Ashton asks.

"The usual. Me not giving a fuck and failing."

"You really should. You're gonna need later in life."

"Sure. I will."

"Dude. You didn't even understand what Calum said to you! It was the simplest thing ever! I even knew what he said!"

"The only thing I knew was when he said 'Hola'. It almost sounds like aloha." I chuckled.

"You're an idiot."

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6:38 pm.

"Luke! Honey! Dinner is ready!" My mom yells.

"Alright! I'm coming!" I put on my penguin slippers and walks to the dining room.

"Awh no! We are having chicken dumpling!" Ben groans.

"Oh I'm sorry Ben. Did you want McDonald's for dinner?"

"Actually yeah, I did."

"Well that sucks. You either eat this or don't eat at all."

He rolls his eyes and sits.

I sit down and start eating.

"So, how was school honey?"

"The usual." I shrug.

"I heard you're failing Spanish."

"Dude! That class ain't even that hard! All gotta do is pull out Google trans--."