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Leia-Rose POV

I saw Asahd. I was so shocked, I never expected it to be him i thought it would be Markos or any other guy but not HIM.

He walked towards me and gave a hug. The girls that crowed him were looking at me with hatred but I really didn't care.

"Hi". He said with his boyish  tone.

"I-Is t-this your s-school?". I stammered out of shock. "Yeah, surprised right?" He asked and I nodded.

"So would you like to show me around?". He smiled at me and I blushed sheepishly.

"Oh and hi". He said politely to belle.

"Oh hi I'm Metabelle, but you can call me belle". Belle extended her hand for a shake and he shook it .
In my mind I'm like don't shake ma man bitch.

"Well belle, I am Asahd leia's  neighbour " he tossed his arm around me and I blushed uncontrollably.

"I know she tells me everything about you". Belle laughed loudly as I gave her a bad eye.

"Chill girl I'm just joking, well I have to go see you love birds later". Belle left and we started walking with his arms around me.

As we walked down the hallway many eyes were on us. I even heard one of them saying that "I'm a whore, that I took Markos and now I'm taking Asahd".

I felt bad. I decided to tell him to remove his hand from my shoulders.

I was about to talk to him when markos dragged me, spun me around, bent me down, kissed my cheeks and said . " hi rose". And he rose me up.

"Hi markos ". I gave him a normal hug.

"Leia who is this?". Asahd's face turned from smiling to stone .

"Um...this Markos, my friend. Markos this is Asahd my neighbour and friend ".

"Sup Asahd ". Markos extended his had for a bro shake and he shook his hand firmly, I could see it in markos face that it was painful.

"Bye baby". Markos left and as he wanted to give me kiss on my cheeks I put my finger on his lips and he smiled and left.

"Is that fuck your boyfriend?". He looked at me with stone cold eyes.

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Metabelle is a black American sorry I'm telling you late...but you should notice  because she crazy 🤪

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