Lucy PoV
I walked to the P.E office and knocked,
"Yes?" my teacher called,
"It's Lucy, for my detention." I replied,
"Just wait out there for your detention because Mr. Smith isn't in today for detention." she answered in a bored voice. I stood there for maybe five minutes, watching Raul mess around with his mates and a few yr 7s. My heart felt whole and a smile overtook my face. Then Raul spotted me.
"Hello, honey!" he he smirked, bob the builder and stalkerface following suit.
"Hey..." I grinned, we all chatted for a while before he began to do the usual.
"Will you go out with him? Him? Him?" he queried, of which I said no to them all. "Then who do you like then?"
"I like you, idiot." they all burst out laughing; way to go Lulu, you knew he didn't like you, why did you tell him?
"Sorry, you're too young for me." he smirked, he had won, it was just like a book, the victory bells were ringing in his head. "Where are you from?"
"Ireland." I replied, swallowing my tears.
"I don't like Irish people either, too loud." Raul smirked again, tearing another hole in my heart.
"Seriously? She's as quiet as a mouse though." Stalker Face retorted,
"True... I thought you were American, anyway." Raul pondered, just as the bell went.
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Looking back on it now, I was so childish. I was always quiet in his presence; sarcastic at times, chased after him like a child would with his Mother if she said she was abandoning him. I became almost desperate for his attention, not even almost, I was desperate for his attention. It reminds me of one time in January of 2013, when it snowed.
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