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SHE THE QUEEN 2

You can do this. It's just a walk through the village. It's not that hard., Is all Mikayla thinks as she walks with Brady. Walking in the village with a boy isn't such a bad thing. But, when that boy is your crush that you can't get off your mind, IT'S A REALLY BAD THING.

Mikayla almost lost it. It takes a lot of willpower for her not to do something so stupid that can end their friendship. As they turn a corner, Mikayla nervously glances at the boy to her left. Luckily for her, he is paying attention to the route they take, not her. If he were to look her in the eye, she would most likely be dead. One look, just one look, makes her melt into a puddle. Either he's just that attractive, or Mikayla can't stand staring into someone's eyes for a very long time. For now, she goes with little bit of both.

What kind of disappoints her is that Brady admitted to not liking anyone. Although she probably wasn't supposed to know that, she now knows, thanks to Rebecca. She's hoping that he doesn't mean it and that he really does like someone, more specifically, her.

The silence between them is slowly killing her. "So Brady," She says and the guard boy glances up at her. "Do you have a favorite color?"

"It would be either red or black." He answers. "And you?"

"My favorite color is blue." Mikayla tells him. "But if I would have to pick a favorite shade of blue, it would be royal blue."

A group of kids run past the two as Brady asks "What's it like to be in an American school.

"Why?" She questions. "Are the schools here different from what you saw in Kinkow?"

"Very." He says.

"How?"

"Well, for starters, we don't have a two building school." He tells her.

"Then what do you have?" Mikayla asks, curiosity running through her. "And the two building school thing is only for high school."

"We have twelve huts; one hut for each grade. Each class contains only thirteen students."

"So, there's about one-hundred and fifty-six students in that school?" Mikayla estimates the amount of students that attends Brady's school.

"Yeah, just about."

"Wow." Mikayla looks genuinely impressed.

"Why, are there fewer students who attended your school?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"No. There is around two-thousand students in that school."

"You're serious?" Brady is worried about the amount of students. He's been used to having less than that amount so more than two-hundred students terrify him.

"Yes, I'm serious."She repeats. "Are you in the tenth grade?"

"Eleventh." He corrects her. "I'm a year older than you, remember?"

"Oh, yeah." She remembers. "How come?"

Brady stares at her as if she has two heads. He then looks at her up and down, making sure that this is his friend and not some weirdo he meet off the streets. "Must you question that?!"

Mikayla laughs nervously, realizing that Brady thought of it to be disturbing; which it was. "No. No. NO!" She rushes to defend herself. "I did so NOT mean it that way!"

"Then don't ask that!" He exclaims.

The two then agree to pretend that nothing happened.

(A/N: That was so NOT meant to be thought in a disturbing way. Please don't take that seriously. ...Or tell your parents...To be honest, it wasn't supposed to be interpreted as something very inappropriate. I wrote this note just to be safe and clear with you all. )