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Cupido

“Hello neighbor “, Eydan greets my friend Hello to the greeting and then looks at me, sitting in front of them “Hello girl from the newspaper.

At that moment, I felt the emergency siren in my head. I imagine my neurons running back and forth in my brain trying to get my body to react. I feel my stomach fill with butterflies and my palms start to sweat.

My neighbor is dressed in his school uniform and has disheveled hair. She has a habit of combing her hair with her hands although all it does is make it more ruffled and God... it looks so good on her.

I can't help but glance down at her arm as he lifts it to brush her hair, and my gaze drops to her abdomen.

I'd like to touch that abdomen... and maybe let my hand go down a little, just a little.

A clearing of my throat makes my neurons reconnect and I return to reality.

Eydan is waiting for you to wave back. My friend looks at me and raises her eyebrows in the direction the guy is sitting looking at me.

Regina gestures for me to say hello.

I swallowed and repeated in my head: “Hi Eydan.

So I answered:

"Thank you" and I smiled.

Then I notice that the boy is looking at me confused and my friend raises her hand to her forehead. And I realized what I had said.

I just thanked you for saying "Hello" to me!

omg!

Eydan raised an eyebrow curiously.

"Mmm, for nothing," he answers and fixes her attention on my friend. I wanted to invite you to my table so we could talk about the project. Thomas is waiting for us.

My friend and I turned and saw Thomás, Eydan's friend and Regina's science teammate, looking over at our table.

I look back at my friend but especially at the cute boy sitting next to her.

"But I'm having lunch with my friend," my friend says, looking at me. Eydan looked at me, waiting for me to say something.

“It's okay, this one, you go, I still have to go with Solangie “I encouraged her to accept the chestnut's proposal, although something inside me stirred uneasily. I would have liked it to be me who was invited to your table and not my friend.

I give a fake smile that hides my discomfort because I don't want my best friend to feel uncomfortable.

Regina tells Eydan that she has to tell me something about the next class and then goes to her table. He nods and leaves with Tomás, who is waiting for him at his table.

I look at my friend and she looks at me with a little pity.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to go?" “wants to know.

"It's okay, it's really fine.

She studies me carefully and then stands up with her tray in hand.

“See you in the next class. I'm going to take advantage and tell him about you and how hot you are.

I laugh at his words and shake my head, ignoring the discomfort that accumulates in my body. I see her leave after winking at me in complicity.

I follow her with my gaze until she sits in the space between Tomás and Eydan and I let out a heavy sigh and finish gulping down my pizza.

When I'm done, I get up from my place and leave the tray on the tray table, then go to Solange. She watches me arrive and welcomes me with a smile. She has a brunette complexion, large black eyes, a thin face with marked cheekbones, and full lips. She's skinny, and apparently, she's taller than me, at least a few inches. Her curly hair is worn in a ponytail that makes the strands fall like long little springs. Solange is new to the institute and I never spoke to her other than to give her my phone number. I hope she's a good student because I need a good grade on my science project.

"Hello," I greeted her, sitting across from her.

I smiled in response to his nod.

“Hello.

I rest my arms on the table and look outside for a moment, at the school.

I turned my gaze to the girl in front of me and noticed her looking at something behind me.

"Okay, what's on your mind?" I asked curiously.

She looks at me and asks: “Does your friend know that you like that boy? Solange throws the question like a grenade in my face and I kind of wince at how off-guarded the question caught me.

I glanced back briefly at the table where my friend was laughing at something that was said at Eydan's table. I swallow hard to try to drown out the sensation I feel. But it is in vain because it is still there.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, lying.

Solange raises an eyebrow and smiles at having caught me.

"You don't have to lie," she says calmly, "it shows a lot."

I let out a sigh and clicked my tongue at the discovery. I thought I hid it better, I didn't know my feelings were so obvious.

“Oh really? I inquired about what the brunette in front of me told me.

"Aha," she nods, "you drool when you see it."

I feel the heat of my body rise until it crowds my face.

"God, I thought it wasn't that obvious," she laughed as she said that.

Solange gives me a reassuring smile and shrugs.

“I like to ship couples and with all my training, reading w*****d books, I knew there was something there. I just revealed my power to you. I can know who likes who.

When she finishes saying that, I laugh and she joins me in laughing. I shake my head.

“I didn't know Cupid was in high school.

She extends her hand to greet me and I take it.

“Nice to meet you, I'm, your new cupid.

"I'm Angie Tyson, your science project partner." We shook hands and continued talking. And for that moment, I forgot the discomfort I felt seeing Regina with Eydan.

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At the end of art class, I have an hour of recreation until I start politics class. Then I say goodbye to Regina, who is going to her hockey practice, and I go to the journalism classroom.

Each student can choose a leisure subject. You can choose between music, dance, soccer, hockey, or journalism. I chose journalism because of its great turnout.

Currently, there are many students; Rocco, and me.

Yes, a whole army.

I stood in front of the classroom door, drumming my knuckles.

knock

knock

Knock Knock knock

Knock Knock

I hear footsteps from the other side approaching the door.

“Secret password? I heard a thick voice ask.

I roll my eyes as I smile and cross my arms.

As I see that he is not going to open the door, I have to say the secret code.

"Oh! And now who will be able to help me? I pretend I'm a damsel in distress.

Then I hear her laugh and I hear the door open.

He sees me crossing my arms and smiling, then he winks at me and invites me in.

“Hello you,” he says as he walks over to his chair in front of the computer.

I glanced around the journalism classroom. It is a very small classroom, it was a disused maintenance staff room that Rocco asked his uncle the rector to use as a journalism classroom.

The rector accepted, since every Friday a newspaper is issued for each student, which they must take home to notify parents of everything new at the institute. Rocco is in charge of writing it, I am the photographer of the soccer team and the editor of the sports articles.

It has no windows, but instead has a vent that filters the air and the door has no window. So you can't see what's going on inside those walls.

There are only two computers and one is the one used by the guy next to me.

Rocco is a student on the morning shift but he comes to the institute in the afternoon on Wednesdays from now on for at least an hour to write the school newspaper.

I sat next to him and watched him carefully. Rocco is an eighteen-year-old boy, with a statuesque-worked body, impressive light blue eyes with flashes of green and smooth cinnamon-colored skin from the sun. He is the kind of person who does not go unnoticed. He has a strong, good appearance but is essentially a bad boy.