*present day*

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Alani

I walk up to Cultun who is sitting peacefully in the school canteen. I sit next to him and loosen up my tie, which is extremely tight for some reason.

He looks up from his book and gives me a white smile.

"Hey Nia" he says.
"I hate this damn school" I say putting a dark cloud over us.
"Woah! What happen?" He asks.

"I was minding my own damn business until Mr. Detention over there," I point to Mr. Woutes " decides to ruin my mood. He pulls me to the side and says 'Alani Roggers, your skirt is too short and your shirt is not tucked in. If you don't want a detention I suggest you fix that' well the last time I checked I didn't ask for any suggestions"

Cultun gives me a small smile then shakes his head.

"British school" he laughs "talking about school, I made it on the soccer team. Well as you call it football"

"That's great" I shove him.

"We start today, do you mind waiting?" He asks.

"Yes. Yes I do, but I'll do it anyways"
A group of girls come over to our table but only two sit down. Samantha and Jones.

"Hey Cultun, I heard you made the football team"

Cultun nods and the girls have stopped giggling.

"Well..." Jones continues "there's a party this Friday, we were hoping to see you there"

"Not interested" I say in Cultun place.

"Nobody's talking to you" Samantha rolls her eyes.

"And nobody invited you and yet here you are" I snap back.

Cultun gives me a look I can't read. Then the attention goes back to him, the girls tower over him like hungry wolves waiting for an answer.

"I'll think about it" Cultun says and I roll my eyes. The girls leave all giggling clearly satisfied with his answer " I'm telling you, I still got it" he smirks down at me.

"It's your American accent" I correct him.

We eat the rest of our lunch and Cultun tells me about his football practice he's excited for. I find myself gazing at him instead of listening. Why and I fascinated by his looks.

His eyes looks at me form time to time, and I look away like I have a cr-
No way! I can't. There's no way. He's not even my type, he's an angel. Literally.

The bell rings breaking my thoughts and dragging me back to reality. I put my tie back up to my neck and grab my bag. Cultun walks me to my next class then waves me goodbye.
"After school" he shouts and I nod, I watch him run to his class because he's late.

I walk in class and sit in the box tables we have to share. Three other students sit down with me and we wait for everyone else to get here.

"Alright set one" my art teacher says rubbing his hands together "we're going to be painting"

Great.

Might be some mistakes in the previous please forgive and forget thank you 😘

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