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Selling photos

Two weeks to the science fair.

Today is Friday. A few days ago I was thinking about the project. I hope today to see Solangie, the girl with whom I had to do the science project. We agreed to meet in the cafeteria to agree on the topic for the project.

This thing about it being a group and that, unfortunately, I didn't get to meet Regina and Eydan is s**t, I know I'm unlucky, but this confirms my misfortune. Although well, Regina is behaving like a cupid in helping me win over Eydan. I mean, it's not that I haven't had a love story before, but I'm not good at flirting and Eydan has that. I don't know what makes my head go into an emergency and everything goes blank.

This guy crashes my brain and explodes my hormones.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if he knew what I was thinking.

I mean, what a shame.

Well, though, you can't judge me. When you're hot, you're there to look at yourself.

“What are you thinking about? “snoops my friend, giving me a sideways look. She is concentrating on tapping a pencil on her desk as she thinks about what to write in her notebook. I felt my face heat up with embarrassment that he was able to guess my burning thoughts about our partner and neighbor.

“In nothing.

I glance briefly at my phone, which has some notifications from only Fans, to which I silence. We're waiting for the algebra class to start, the hated algebra class with my teacher who thinks I'm in love with him because of my friend. I am sitting at the table at my desk, with my feet resting on my chair, with my back to the class blackboard. There are still a few minutes left before the teacher arrives and I take advantage of the time to browse the football team's i********:.

On Sunday, the school team, the Panthers, has a friendly game against the opposing school, the filthy Wolves. I never understood the idea of football teams giving themselves animal nicknames. I would have given them a more intimidating name, like dinosaurs.

Well, on second thought, I know why I'm not in charge of naming soccer teams.

Returning to the above, it turns out that the Panthers and the Wolves are mortal enemies, blood flows in each game and a lot of sweat tarnishes their shirts...

Legend has it that there was a skirt problem, where the girlfriend of one of the Wolves was conquered by one of the Panthers, and that brought a lot of quarrels. This has not been verified, but what is known is that the Wolves came to throw eggs at our school and the boys from the soccer team joined the hockey girls in a pitched battle where sticks, balls, and some tomatoes from the cafeteria flew.

That day I took some good photos for the school newspaper. I was in my first year of high school and it was a great report.

Luckily, it didn't go any further than black eyes and tomato-stained shirts, but you know what they say: Don't mess with a Panther.

I am the high school photographer and the one in charge of reporting sporting events, so I don't miss any of the team's games and I go with them on the bus that takes them to each event. Although I go unnoticed by all the boys, the team's coach, Mrs. Ramos, says that I fulfill the dream of fulfilling any of the girls in high school, going with the soccer team and being surrounded by boys.

And yes, it's enviable, mainly because it allows me to feast my eyes on the exquisite Eydan... and to be able to take pictures of him indiscriminately and without any problem.

I can say that I am something of a stalker with permission. Plus, that makes my little secret business a success.

Sell girls pictures of their soccer team crush.

Sitting at my place, I listen to some girls curious about the student from the opposite shift, who is new to the city and who is everyone's dream.

I pay attention to what the girls in the front row are saying because it makes me curious and it may also be a good deal. Regina also raised her head and we both accomplices looked at each other, wanting to see what was being said about this supposed new boy.

“My cousin Gloria, who is studying against the shift, says it's terrific “, I heard Rosa tell her friend Laura. The second places a lock of hair behind her ear and listens attentively.

"Is it that good?" Laura wants to know and so do I.

I look around us and everything is silent, all the girls in the class are waiting anxiously for the answer. That's good. Maybe I can collect some bills for the interest of the girls.

"They say that when you see him your panties fall on him," Rosa answered, and that's all I wanted to hear.

I'm dying of curiosity to know who the new guy is, and if I'm curious, all the girls in school are going to be looking into who the new guy is and trying to hunt him down.

In our institute, there are fewer boys than girls, and the soccer team is the main attraction. I have sold several photos of Eydan to those who are interested, although I keep the best ones for myself.

The most sought-after" are the ones I can take after the games when the shirts are taken off and they cool off due to how hot they end up.

My business started in my first-year student year when I did my first sports publication in the school newspaper. I overheard a senior girl saying she'd pay to have a shirtless picture of the previous team captain.

Regina helped me and I made little cards offering the girls photos of their crushes in exchange for money and their silence. Since none of them would like to be exposed to their platonic loves.

My business started from strength to strength but now it is declining and I need the money.

Not all the girls at the institute know about my business and a small minority are my clients, but they pay well and they are faithful to the vow of silence. I could get kicked out of school for it and I don't want to and no one wants them to stop circulating sexy photos of their crushes.

I'm the queen of the black market for football team photos.

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When Algebra class ends, I walk to my locker expecting to find the usual papers, but when I open them I find that there are a lot more papers. There are a total of thirty papers that say: "1 F boy n. 24".

That's what the first paper I read says. It's a secret code that I established with my clients. They write that and I already know who they are and what they want. They only take care of putting their papers through the cracks in my locker and wait a few days until I put the package in their lockers.

The paper says "1 F", which means a photo. "Boy n" means they want a picture of the new guy and "no. 24" means it's for the girl in locker 24. And that's how we do it, completely anonymous to them and me. I don't give my real name to anyone although some of them already know it and they don't give me their names for protection.

What I try to avoid is them ratting me out and I protect the identity of my clients in case someone ever goes through my locker, which happened to me once when a girl on the hockey team got the wrong locker and managed to unlock mine by putting the super difficult key that I had placed on it.

That day I realized that 1234 was not a very good security key.

“Uhh, I see you well, friend “Regina watches me put the little pieces of paper together and knows that that means money.

I smile and fan myself with the papers pretending it's money.

“This is the life of businessmen, my dearest friend “I answered while making my voice thicker and pretending that I, was a real diva “. Take it, go and buy yourself a Dulce “. I said and give him one of the papers.

She takes it with an amused shake of the head and reads it.

“It seems that this new boy is the new attraction to the institute “, she raises his eyebrows and looks at me “Raised do you think he will be as good as they say?

I shrug as I receive the paper she hands me back. I put them in my little notebook. I am also very curious to see how true what they say is.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," I answered as I closed my locker and we started walking towards the cafeteria. After all, that boy is my pot of gold leprechaun.

Regina laughs and we walk to the cafeteria in a hurry. They had pizza today and we're hungry.

When we got to the cafeteria, I saw Solange in the distance, the girl from my team sitting alone over there, near the windows. And Eydan is with his friends from the soccer team and at his table there are a couple of girls, there are only two girls at a table of eleven boys. They are the girlfriends of two boys from the soccer team who some days have lunch with them and other days with their friends.

They are the envy of many girls. And one of them at the time was my client.

The cooks serve us two slices of pizza each and we go to sit at our table. I look at Solange who was sitting on the other end and waved to her. I plan to finish eating and invite her to our table to discuss the project.

Regina tells me about a problem she has with her mother. She is very overprotective and strict and wants Regina to study medicine, but she and I plan to study Accounting and move in together. But I don't know why his mother doesn't like me very much, even though she doesn't like anyone. She is very grumpy.

“I hate her,” she tells me as she chews on a slice of his pizza.

That is something in which we are more or less close. She vents to me and tells me things about her mother and I tell her about the problems with my hateful stepmother.

"It won't be long before we graduate and leave," I comforted her.

Suddenly, I saw someone walking near us. And from second to next, Eydan sits next to my best friend.

She seems scared, but when she finds out who the intruder is, she relaxes.