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Liam POV
Dinner sucked.
I hated it being here and pretending that me and my parents get along when they know damn well they can't stand me. They always nagging how I need to be like my older brother Leo, who is four years older than me and is my parent' s favorite. As they tell other people.
Yeah, I know, I'm a pain, a bad boy material, that's just how I was meant to be. I was sick of playing Mr.NiceGuy, it didn't fit my persona, especially when your in a household of parents who pressure you to do something that you don't like.
My dad wanted me to be like Leo; smart, athletic, good grades, follow the rules, etc. Although I get good grades and I'm pretty smart, I don't condone with being athletic. Sports aren't my thing, it never was.
Even though I keep myself in shape, for health reasons, I don't' want to join into football or basketball. I like being by myself, hashtag social anxiety.
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''May I borrow the bathroom?'' I asked Claudine.
''Oh, yes, Emme, sweetie. Can you show this young man bathroom?''
My heart twisted and sunk with nerves as my eyes locked in with her, Emilia. Her mahogany skin glazed through the lights above us and her eyes were glowing.
''Sure,'' she said and got up from her seat.
I got up from my seat as well and followed Emilia to the bathroom. We walked down the hallway to the left side.
''Right over there,'' she said.
''Thanks,'' I said to her.
She nods her head and leaves me to myself in the bathroom. My heartbeat erratically in my chest so hard that I thought it might fly out. There were butterflies - no, lions - in my chest, but it felt good.
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''Thank you so much for coming. I appreciate it,'' Claudine says as me and my parents head outdoors.
''You are very welcome Claudine, you know Angela and I are hosting our banquet tomorrow night over at Oak Renaissance if you want to come?''
''Yes, absolutely, what time?''
''Eight o'clock.''
''I guess I'll see you there,'' she said. She waves a goodbye one last time and we left back to our home.
My house was still filled in with boxes left to right. I hadn't had the time to unbox my clothes since we moved in, especially now that school is back.
After taking a shower, I head to my bedroom and change into my boxers. I head over to my light and took a pause when I saw Emilia through her window.
She placed her hair down and took off her shirt. I shook my head and immediately turn off the light, without even thinking to myself to stare.
It was creepy for me to do that. But then again, my dirty thoughts crawled up in my mind, begging to see more. Besides, it was too early for me to even start with that.
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The next day at school I was in the hallways to the library and listening to music. From a distance, I saw Emilia with her friend going through a group of football players.
They were cat-calling, making kissing faces as she and her friend paced walking in the other direction.
''Come on Emme, don't walk away!'' said Oliver, the captain of the football team.
''Seriously Oliver, why can't you just f**k off!'' Emilia's friend said.
''Not unless I get an answer from Emme,'' He replied with an evil grin.
I took off my headphones and went over to the group, trying to see what the nonsense was about.
''Oh look, it's Mr.Balls, meaty-big balls,'' Oliver said to me.
''Watch your mouth, Oliver.''
''Or what? You're going to call mommy and daddy?'' He said in an obnoxious high-pitched tone.
''No, I'm going to beat your ass.''
''Ooohhh,'' his posse aid in the back.
''Emme, let's leave,'' Emilia's friend whispered.
''Ha! I would like to see you try and beat my...''
BAM
I took the first punch and starting beating up Oliver in front of a group of students.
''Fight! Fight! Fight!'' They chanted, pulling out their phones and recording us punching each other on the ground.
''MR.BALL AND MR. JONES, MY OFFICE NOW!'' Principal Conicilo shouted.
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