CHAPTER 18

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"What was all that about?" Julie asks.

"I'm going with an adoptive family." I take my bag.

"What? Why?"

We're walking toward the science lab.

"My grandmother has Alzheimer." "And no one can take care of me."

"Then... then, move with us."

"Julie... you've got 4 brothers, you really think your parents are going to want another teenager on the house?"

"That's not a problem."

"Leave it. Don't worry. I'll be fine."

The bell rings.

We enter the lab.

It smells so bad.

Our classmates are already sitting with a partner on each table.

"Let's go there." Julie points out the desk beside Lucas.

NO.

"I prefer to stay here, near the teacher." I dissimulate.

"Oh, lies don't work on me, Lea." She grabs me to there.

"Hi, again." She waves at Lucas.

To be honest, I like his style.

Bad boy, modern style.

His blue eyes look at Julie's.

He moves his head aside.

What kind of greeting is that one?

Stupid.

"Let him alone. He's not the one Julie."

"We're just meeting each other."

"He doesn't even talk to you."

"Oh, shut up."

I honestly don't understand why she gets mad at me. Not that women have to get the men attention, we are in freaking the 21st century.

The teacher comes into toast, wearing a white coat.

"Today we're going to experiment with frogs."

Cool.

I take one of the frogs that are in our table.

Gross.

"Hey Lea, don't you want to kiss one of this frogs and see If it becomes your prince?"

That voice.

I lift my head up.

Lucas.

"Oh, I have a better idea. Why don't YOU kiss the frog and we see If it becomes YOUR prince? I attack him.

"I would do it, but there are more princes wanting to hang out with me than with you. I was just saying it for your good."

Incredible.

He can't leave in peace, RI, ht,

"Just... just go and bother another person, could you? I'm not in the mood to argue with you."

"You're not going to discuss with me? Oh, my, the apocalypse is coming guys."

I hear them laugh.

"Yeah, it is finally coming. At least it's going to shut UP YOUR MOUTH."




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