The Lie.

A/N Hey guys. This is my first story so it may be a bit ruff. I was wondering could you all tell me if I should continue? Thanks. Contact me at ChardonnaeLewis@gmail.com
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His presence was well known.
Honey Brown eyes watched me from across the small café. Almost as if I was his prey. Calleo Avella. The Latin god of our little school. He preferred to be alone, didn't even give the girls a second glance as they tried to flirt. Ew. But befriending him wasn't on my list. Neither was teaching him English. Or so I thought.
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A smirk. A freaking smirk is what I get from an hours long of reading. Total waste of my time. Frustration. It didn't even cover how I felt. I wanted to pull his (very nice looking) black hair from his scalp. Gritting my teeth I pressed hard onto the book almost breaking my finger in the process.
" El-ee-va-te Elevate is the word written in black and white on the paper" I seethed. I cant be a teacher. Their kids wouldn't have came home the following hour. Nor the next day.

He blinked. Not once but twice. " I understood the first time kid" A very heavy Latin accent rang through the library. My jaw dropped. ' That's it. He's done it im officially crazy.' I thought. Turing around as much as I could in my chair I looked for the source. " Over here kid" it spoke again. Quite bluntly if you ask me. Rude but that's not the point .He. Just. Spoke. English. English! Something he was suppose to learn.

"Y-y-ouu Just spoke" I said pointing an accusing finger at him

"That's what mouths are for sweetheart, or are you speaking of something different?" His left eye closed very slowly might I add,*Wink*. Did he just........ no.....*wink*Well ill be damned. This boy has some nerve.