“What are yoy saying?” “It's not possible.” Julie screams.
I try to calm her.
“Well, we're living in the same house, but nothing else.”
“Nothing else?! Lea, open your eyes girl! I'm sure there's going to be a love story between you two.”
“Love story? Really? Not even in a thousand years.” I roll my eyes as we enter in the class.
It's third period and French teacher is already in her chair, checking the computer.
“Lea, I like Lucas, but I give it to you, I really ship both of you.”
“Ship?” I ask, puzzled.
“Yeah ship. You ship when you see two persons you really want them to be together.”
“Well, your ship is sinking.”
“Not even in a thousand years.” She winks.
I sigh as I put my notebook on the desk.
Ship... Lucas and me...
Not sound that bad... right?
Lea.
Lea.
Lea.
What the hell are you thinking?
Lucas and Lea is never going to happen.
Never ever.
Although a part of me feel something strong when I'm with him, the way we stayed yesterday night watching the sky full of stars.
It was that kind of dates that I would like to have.
I observe around... Aiden is not here.
“Bonjour Lea.” Lucas says.
“Hi...” I reply staggered.
This way, with all the sunlight heating him, I discover that he's too damn hot.
Every single angle of him is perfect, he looks like an angel eith his white sweater... ironic right?
“You forgot your lunch at home.” He gives me a type of brown paper bag.
I open it and I observe that there's a yellow post-it inside, apart from a big sandwich of jam.
“We wish you a happy day Lea!
From Luis and Richard:))”I smile.
The first real smile since a long time ago.
“Yeah, the post-it right? They've put it on mine too” He smirks.
That nice part of him... I like it.
He seems different.“Oh my god you two are not fighting... are you with fever?” Julie touches my forehead.
“I haven't talked yet...” I speak out.
“You're going to insult me or something?” Lucas asks. “Because I'm always ready for you.”
Gosh.
Sarcastic form of talking.
Again.
Maybe he's not that changed.
“I still can't believe how am I going to live with you in the same house.” I mutter, angrily.
“Well, we may kiss someday so, I think you'll get through.” He laughs, snorting.
“Fuck off.” “You can't say something clever right?” Oh, sorry, I FORGOT THAT YOU ARE A FUCKING LAME.”
“Here they go again...” Julie says.
I see that the teacher is looking directly at me, amused.
I suddenly sit down, trying to not get expulsed just because of my bad words.
She likes ti be called Priscilla, but we call her Mrs. Moustache.
And it has it reason.
You see her in the street and the first thing you would look at is her little hairy moustache above the mouth.
She can wear beautiful dresses and sophisticated gloves, but, sorry my, you're still a woman who clearly doesn't have time to depilate THAT THING.Well, I still love her, she gave me an A last semester.
“Day 586, and she still have the moustache.” Charles utters, almost laughing like a hyena.
His laugh is the most funny I've ever heard.
I sometimes question If she has mirrors on her house.
“Last week I ordered you to make a mural on a piece of cardboard. The theme was about a country that actually talk french.” “I hope you all done it”
My mind is completely blank.
What the hell?
Where's my cardboard?!
It can't be at my house... but it can't also be at my other house.
Okay, it's time to panic.
“Julie...” I whisper.
“Yeah...?” Her work is on the desk.
“You remember where did I put my work?”
“I think it's on your locker.”
Oh.
My.
God.
That's why Julie's the best.
“Thank you.” I say relief.
I put my hand up.
“Yes Lea?” Mrs. Moustache asks.
“I left the cardboard on my locker... can I go for it?” I say, I'm sure about the answer.
“Of course.”
She kinda appreciates me a lot.
I'm her favourite I guess.
“I might be a lame, but who has the memory of a fish?” I hear Lucas tell me before I go out.
I roll my eyes.
Has he just called me FISH?
What kind of insult is that one.
I walk toward my locker, when I unexpectedly see someone on the hall.
And he's running, almost sweating.
He's getting nearer me.
That breeze of the ocean.
Aiden.
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