"Before I dismiss you, I should announce who got the highest score for our very first practical activity," Ms. Fabroca said, "Ms. Aaiana Reynolds?"
A pause.
The crowd turned their heads to me. So they know me. Nice. "Did I pronounced your name correctly?" She pronounced it as A.a-ia-nah.
"It's A-a-ia-na." I told her.
"Well done. Okay, class dismissed." She finally said.
"Well done." Luke repeated as he followed me outside the gymnasium.
"Hey! How long are you gonna snob me?" He asked.
"As long as I have to." I said.
"And when's the time when you don't have to?"
"When I'm dead."
He stopped.
But he followed me again.
"You don't have to be that harsh." He pleaded.
"Why not? You're just as annoying like your friend."
"Who, Toni? We're just being friendly."
"I told you I don't want friends."
"I told you, you'd need to."
"You know what? You're all pathetic, ignorant fools aren't ya? Why don't you just leave me alone with my miserable life?"
People started to look at us, so he grabbed my hand and took me to an empty, small gazebo, hidden by the trees.
"You said it yourself, you're living a miserable life, that's why we're here." He said, patiently.
"What are you? My guardian angels?"
"No." He paused, looking at me in the eye sincerely he continued, "Your amazing, smoking hot guardian angels."
I scoffed, trying hard to hide my laughter.
"You're laughing inside. Yeah?" he asked, grinning again.
"No I'm not!" I tried to deny it. But he's really funny.
"Your eyes says it all." He became sincere again. He's really unpredictable, isn't he?
It was then I realized he was still holding me in my hands, his eyes fixed on mine. I broke the connection and faked a cough. I suck at these kind of situations, I admit.
I looked at my watch and glad I was already late, so I don't have to lie that I have to go.
As I ran towards my next room that was I guess in the next, next, next building, I put my hanky over my mouth to hide the smile that was trying to show up.
I never felt this feeling before, is this what they call crush? Oh my gosh.
Am I crushing on that blonde hottie?
Shit.
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Teen FictionWords are not enough to describe what kind of hell she's been through. Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful young girl who had a very loving brother. Everything was perfectly in place, but life isn't all butterflies, peaches and cream, isn't...
