“Sabrina.” I hear someone say as they knock lightly on my door.
“What?” I growl into my billow not wanting to go to class.
Weston walked into my room and jumped on my bed. “Come on you slept the entire plane ride. Get up!” he yelled between jumps.
“I’m not sleeping I just don’t want to go to class and have a bunch of people look at me like I’m weird.” I complain hiding my face in the pillow as Weston flops down next to me and wraps his arms around me. When he did this I smiled, I love having him close to me. “fine.” I say as I stand up and get out of bed. “But you’re giving me a piggy back ride.” I say making him squat down and motion for me to get on.
I quickly jumped on his back and reached down on my bed to grab my bag. Once I had a good grip on him he ran as fast as he could without warning. I had to struggle to stay on but by the time I was secure he came to a dead stop slinging me over his head. I fly through the air trying to keep from hitting the floor.
As I twist and turn I feel arms wrap around me and slide backwards as my body presses against his. “Nice to see you again.” a familiar voice says while gently sitting my on my feet again.
I look at the figure and see a toned shirtless body standing in front of me. As I stare I feel two fingers lift up my head. “His eyes are in his head.” Weston laughs. “Well I have to get to class I’ll see you after k?” he says and I nod my head before hugging him.
I look back at the figure but this time at his face, it was Weston’s friend David. “Oh, hi David.” I say fighting the eager to look back down at his abs. He slowly slips a shirt over his head. “So what class are you going to?” I ask trying to hide my relief.
“Je me dirige vers la classe française, que diriez-vous?” he say in fluent French.
I stare at him hope he won’t see my cluelessness before I have time to figure out what he Sayed. “Meme, same” I say hoping he had said he was going to French class.
“cool.” He says then bows offering me his arm. “Allons-nous? Shall we?” he explains, I take his arm releasing the breath I had been holding. We slowly walked into class earning jealous stares from every girl in the room.
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From Broken To Brave
Hombres LoboSabrina was just twelve when her brother ran away from home leaving her alone for four years with a broken family. Her sophomore year a superhero with sharp teeth and green eyes comes to save her. Will her life ever be the same? Will she find the st...