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Misa's POV
"Oh. My. God."
That's my best friend, Isobella, checking out a dude for the billionth time.
She turned to me and smiled. "That guy over there is super hot. Such a shame that he's super racist though."
I scanned the schoolyard, trying to find who she was talking about. "You mean Eli? Elijah Karlsson?"
"Yeah, that dude." She replied, her dark eyes twinkling with mischief. "Whatever his name is."
"He's kinda cute." My other best friend, Meena, says, briefly diverting her attention from our art books.
Unknown to Meena, he turned around and stared at her with what appeared to be a ghost of a smirk.
"He's always mad though."
He must of heard her, because he was now looking at her as if she'd just spit in his face. Stomping over to her, he pointed at her face. "What the fuck was that, bitch?" He hissed.
"How dare you--" Isobella began, but Meena stopped her.
She froze in her place, thinking of what to do next. Not knowing what else to say, she repeated herself. "I said you're always mad. Anything wrong with that?" She said, slightly more confident than before.
His harsh expression softened as he stared at her for a few more seconds. "Whatever." He muttered, walking away from her.
"He so wants to bang you." Isobella giggled after leaving for lunch.
"He so does not!" Meena protested fervently, while fixing her hijab. "He's racist and Islamophobic anyway."
"I agree with Meena. He really doesn't. Did you not see the way he looked at her?"
"I did and that's the point!" She exclaimed excitedly. "The way his face softened after he looked at her. Even it wasn't lusting after her, it was weird."
"That's actually sort of true, you know." I started, ignoring the look on Meena's face. "I thought that he would slap your face off."
Meena tensed up. "That doesn't mean anything, though."
"It could." I argued. "I agree with you for the most part though."
