THE FIRST TIME

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Tristan's (POV)
Another fucking year in this stupid school. This is the thought that runs through my mind as I walk through the gates of Beckley High. "Hey bro" I here a voice behind me."Travis" I say smiling "so what's your first class" he asks me , "math" I say disinterested,"same" he says smiling but his smile fades away "what" I ask in concern, " are you okay" he asks touching my forehead, "yeah, I'm completely fine" I say "then why the hell did you take math!!,I thought you hated math" he says giving me a weird look, "my dad made me do it" I say sulking "aww buddy don't worry I'm there for you so your bound to get at least a B" Travis says patting my back "thanks bro" I say and we walk to class, we were a bit late so all the back desks were full and Travis and I had to sit in the front. Good luck about your idea of having a nap I thought to myself. Our teacher walked in with a new girl, "students, this is Brooklyn  Reyes, she moved to Chicago only a week ago, so please make her feel like Home" he says and turns to the board. After the never ending period finally got over I had a free period so I went to the Library. At the I went to my favourite spot which was  on the upper level corner, there I wasn't disturbed by anyone, while I was searching for a book to read I bump into someone " what the fuck can't you see" I almost yelled "sorry" I heard a girls voice " aren't you the new girl " I say remembering her face " yeah but incase you didn't know I have a name and it's Brooklyn" she says angrily "but I have a better name for you 'Blind Brooklyn' I say smirking, " shut the fuck up , I already said sorry asshole " she yelled "don't you even dare to raise your voice " I say going closer " I will if I want to" she said almost spitting on my face and she just walked out . I was so fucking angry I wanted to slap her but I saved the anger for revenge later

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