Deans POV:
I finally got ready for school, putting on a grey wife beater, blue jeans, and some black combat boots.
I went downstairs and got my backpack. I put on my black, leather jacket and left the house.
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@ school:
I entered the school gates seeing Roman and Sasha. I ran up to them and said, "Hey guys."
"Hey, Dean!" Sasha greeted.
"Where's Seth?" Roman asked.
"Seth? Oh, he left before me." I answered.
"Why?" Sasha asked.
"Finn picked him up..." I replied.
The bell then rang and we walked to our lessons.
I had french whilst Roman and Sasha had Spanish.
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In french class:
I sat at the back of the class whilst waiting for other students to sit down in their seats.
Seth enter the classroom alone, implying Finn wasn't with him. He noticed me and sat down next to me.
He smiled at me and got his book and stationery out.
"Bonjour, monsieur Ambrose." (Hello, Mr Ambrose) He said smirking.
"Um hi?" I replied making him laugh. His laugh made me smile slightly.
"Passes tu une bonne journée?" (Are you having a good day?) he spoke.
"What?" I asked, completely confused, making him laugh again.
"It means, are you having a good day?" He told.
"How do you know all of this?" I inquired.
"I take extra lessons." He shrugged.
"You do? Wow. You have time." I said, leaning back on my chair.
"Not necessarily..." Seth sighed.
I glanced at Seth and he was looking down at his lap, with a sad expression on his face.
"You okay?" I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder.
He looked up at me with tearful eyes and a noticeable, fake smile, "Yeah..." he replied, barely audible.
"You sure?" I asked, getting a nod in response.
I sighed and listened throughout the rest of the class.
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end of class:
Seth's POV:
It was the end of the lesson and we were packing up heading to our next lesson.
I left the classroom, leaving Dean. I was heading to my next class, when I abruptly felt someone grab my wrist, turning me to face them. It was Dean.
We stared at each other for what seemed like hours.
Brown met blue...
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