Settling in

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Alexis Pov:

Eyes peered at me hungrily. I could tell the high school predators were hungry for some fresh meat. Their talons were sharpened, manes prined to perfection, slim bodies scrubbed and tweaked , every little imperfection hidden. Unsurprised I held my head up high. They wouldn't intimidate me. I knew behind that perfect smile they were just as flawed as I am. Andy smiled at me and we were chatting away like we were old friends. 

"So Alexis?" Andy said.

"yeh?" I replied.

"What's it like in Scotland?"

"Well lets say Scotland is strange."

"How strange?"

"Oh you really don't want to know." I teased.

"Come on tell me." He pleaded.

"Well ok but my country is strange, our national dish is made out of a sheeps stomach."

"Gross!"

"Hey It's really nice."

"Metalhead." He teased.

"Shut up you would not last one minute in a Glasgow mosh pit."

"Your on."

We moved far away from each other. He stared me straight in the eyes.

"It's on Lexi."

"Shut up Andy Pandy."

"Oh your dead." He teased.

We sprinted towards each over like raging bulls and slammed into each over. Andy fell to the floor in a heap. I bent down and picked him up.

"Told you."

"I was wrong, God you Scottish girls are mental."

"Haha, trust me the skets there are worse than here."

"Skets?"

"Sluts, Skanks, Prozzies, Whores, whatever you call them here."

"Oh..."

I laughed. The look on his face was adorable. He couldn't understand my patter. He would not last one minute back home. They would slaughter him. Poor Andy.

"Scotland seems really strange to me."

"It is that strange really, the only strange part is our national animal and our habit of wearing kilts."

"Whats a kilt and whats your national animal."

"An unicorn and it's a tartan skirt for men."

He laughed. 

I culdn't help but join in. Scotland was strange.

"Ok Scotland is strange but it has the best scenery in the world I swear."

He hed my hand.

"Ok I believe you."

My face went red. He was holding my hand. My heart was beating up a storm. My palms were getting sweaty. He was pretty damn cute but I barely knew him. 

But I doesn't mean I can't get to know him.

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