Chapter 3

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Emilio's P.O.V (Same day)

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Me and my twin brother Ivan just arrived at our new school. We just moved to LA from Spain. We literally just came and a big crowd just forms within seconds, like we were famous or something. Which is kinda unnecessary, since we are just your average new kids.

"Yo, dude mira esa chica"(Yo, dude look at that girl) i heard Ivan say. 

There are a bunch of girls here and some were pretty. 

"Cual?" (which one?) i asked Ivan 

"La que se está acercando" (The one who's getting closer) he answered. So i look for this girl Ivan is talking about and Damm I saw one of the prettiest girls ever walking towards us with her two friends, well i'm assuming they are her friends.

She was model gorgeous, and I definitely want her but she's probably one of those petty drama queens with minions by her side. 

*Bell rings*

 Me and Ivan don't know what that means so we just stay put.

Suddenly the cute girl gets closer to us with her friends who don't look too bad, they aren't as pretty as her but i'd still smash jk im not like that.

"Hey" i say "I'm Emilio", i see her blush while introduced myself, which I admit was very cute. 

"I'm Giselle"  she said as she trying to hide her smile, her cute smile.

" Como se dice bontita?" (How do you say pretty) i ask Ivan in a whispering voice, 

"Bonita?"(Pretty?) "Ohh, bonita, se dice pretty"(Oh, you say pretty as____) Ivan says saving my ass. 

"A pretty name, for a pretty girl"  i say making her blush even more.

"I'm Ivan" My stupid brother interrupts always wanting the attention on him, Giselle's friends introduces themselves and apparently there names are Tori and Megan. Then i see Giselle smiling and waving to him which kind of bothers me for some reason. So i decide to do the same and interrupt him before he can say anything else.

"We just moved here from Spain, so we don't know that much English" I say as Ivan elbowed me and gave me his death stare, which just makes me laugh. 

"Oh, well then it's a good thing i can speak Spanish"  Giselle says.

"Omg, that's awesome" i say making her smile, 

"You now since your new, would you like to hang with us?" she asks with her cute ass smile, since i took a while to answer because i had a hard time making out my answer in english, her smile started fade. 

"Of course we'd love to" I finally answer, it took me long enough.

"Also, donde está el salón 253 con Mrs.Flores?" (Also, where is room 253 with Mrs.Flores) i asked Giselle, 

"Para matemáticas?"(For math?) she asks, yo it's even cuter when she speaks in spanish, ughh she's so cute. 

"Si" (Yes) I answered, 

"Tenemos la misma clase, sigue me" (We have the same class, follow me.) she said and we did as she said. I was lowkey happy had the same classes, I mean she's really cute. I feel like she's different from other girls, something special but it's too early to tell.

So we get to our first class and we were late so the teacher gave us detention, until Giselle gave her an excuse

The teacher did a couple of ice breakers which i hate doing but whatever. And a couple of periods passed and it was finally 5th period which meant we had our free period, we had all decided to go to the football field to get to know each other.  Giselle was the first to sit on the grass and i decided to sit next to her, as i sat next to her and i noticed that she had turn to look at me. I decided to the same, i was staring at her, i was completely lost in her green eyes trying to figure her out. I looked away, not because i wanted to but because i didn't want her to think i like her, i do like her but i don't want her to find out... YET.



AWWW, THIS WAS IN EMILIO'S POINT OF VIEW. I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE A UPDATE SCHEDULE. BUT I'LL TRY TO UPDATE ASAP. ALSO IF THIS GETS A LOT OF READS I'LL REVEAL WHO I AM.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 14, 2019 ⏰

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