Chapter 18

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Georgia POV

I sighed walking slowly to my school.

"Hey" France smiled walking beside me.

"Paris hasn't woken up yet again?" I sighed.

"Yep but I'm not waking her up this time" she sighed.

"Studying am I right?" I smirked.

"She was watching anime" she smiled nervously.

"Wow...." I sighed.

"Yep" she sighed.

I crossed the street with her.

"So....how's Alberto?" she smirked.

"He's cool" I folded my arms.

"Okay" she smiled.

"But....are you wearing perfume? You don't normally do that" she smiled innocently.

"I decided to" I glared at her.

"It smells nice and your hair is so silky"

"Yeah could we change the subject?"

"Okay....why are you walking with more elegance?"

I glared at her.

"I don't know I just been doing these stuff without thinking" I dragged my hair.

"Well you still act like how you are so" she smiled nervously.

"But physically you are changing" she rubbed her chin.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I glared at her.

"You are looking more like a girl" she smirked.

"What?!" I became frightened.

"You wore a skirt at practice" she sighed.

"Not to mention you have lip gloss on your lips" she shook her head.

I wiped off the lip gloss off my lips.

"What's going on with me?" I covered my face with my hands.

"When you accept a challenge you take it too far" she sighed.

"You are going soft for Alberto" she shook me.

"Soft?"

"Meaning you like him so you do anything to make him smile or not to be sad" she smirked.

"I don't" I folded my arms.

I looked at my bracelet.

"Okay maybe you are right" I sighed.

"I know you Georgia" she smiled.

We reached the school gate.

"Georgia" Marlon smirked with bags under his eyes.

"Mr. Gordon" I sighed.

"You smell-"

"Shut it" I glared at him.

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"Hi Georgia" Paris looked terrible laying down on her table in the classroom.

"Wow you really look terrible" I sighed.

She laughed weirdly.

"It was worth it" she gave me a thumbs up.

"You smell nice" she smiled softly.

"Thanks" I sighed.

Mom was smirking at me from her teacher desk.

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