Shortie & Knight

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•Amethyst•

Max stayed with me for two days until I got better. My parents weren't going to come back home until late Saturday night, the day of Max's boxing match. Which was in two days at the time. I was spending my time trying to gather all of my heavy books in my locker to get to History.

"Excuse me? Could you help me find room 305?" A timid voice asked from behind me.

I turned to see a boy, about nine inches taller than I am, with shiny blonde hair that covered some of his face. He was wearing some cute blue glasses that matched his blue eyes. In his arms were so many books that his scrawny arms seemed to have some trouble carrying.

He gave off a freshmen and/or new kid vibe.

"Um," I looked at the clock behind him, "Sure. I can always ask your teacher for a pass anyway." I closed my locker and adjusted my books. "Follow me."

He smiled gratefully and followed me in the direction of room 305. I scrunched up my nose to push up my glasses since my hands were full and turned to him. He was blushing slightly and looked really nervous.

"Is it your first day here?" I asked.

He nodded and blushed even more. "Yeah. I didn't know that this school would have so many pretty and nice girls."

I giggled. "You'll get used to it."

"I doubt it highly, especially if they're as pretty as you."

I blushed a little bit. "That's so sweet. What grade are you in?"

"Ninth. My parents moved us here since they both got a promotion. I'm originally from Australia."

I nodded. "I don't really hear it; your accent."

He cleared his throat. "I tried to hide it so kids wouldn't make fun," he said, his Australian accent shining through.

I felt my eyes widen in surprise. "Why would they make fun? Your accent is amazing!"

He chuckled. "I like American's accents better. But yours is a little different, do you speak another language?"

I nodded. "Yeah, Spanish. How'd you know?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, just the way you said stuff. Do speak Spanish fluently?"

I nodded. "Sì, pero no me gusta hablar en público," I confessed.

He raised his eyebrows. "What'd you say?"

I laughed. "Yes, but I don't like speaking it in public."

He shook is head. "But it's really cool. Can you speak any other languages?"

"Yep. Italian. My boyfriend speaks it too, as well as Spanish."

"You have a boyfriend?" I nodded. "Wait... what grade are you in?"

"Twelfth, same as my boyfriend."

He sighed. "Man, I though I had a chance."

I chuckled. "Sorry, you're too young. It wouldn't be legal if we dated."