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Sophia's pov:
I was reading my book at lunch, waiting for Joy to come back from the toilet.
"Lix Bauxbaum had always known that Wes Bennet was not boyfriend material-" Someone started.
I quickly closed my book and slammed it on the table.
"Jeez Hansley, you good?"
It was Miguel.
"What are you doing?" I asked angrily.
"Calm down, i have to tutor you remember. I don't like it either but we have to do 2 tutor sessions per week." He replied.
"You are not tutoring me during lunch." I said.
"No obviously not dumbass. We have to plan 2 times a week every week, next week we start and its Friday so we have to plan it now." He replied.
"Im free anytime." I said.
"Hah you have shit social life." He replied.
I frowned.
"Okay well im free tuesday and friday." He said.
I nodded.
"What times?" I asked.
The bell rang.
"We'll discuss that later." He said.
He walked away.
"I don't have your number dumbass!" I yelled.
He just kept walking.
I sighed.
"Asshole." I mumbled.
"Exuse me?"
It was Joy.
"Oh no not you, Miguel." I replied.
"Hm." She replied.
I picked up my tray and put it away. "What you've got?" I asked.
"Uhm, english." She replied.
"Hah, I've got art." I said.
"Ugh lucky." She replied.
"See ya!" I said, walking into my classroom.
"See ya!" She replied.
I hung up my bag and sat down at an empty table.
Art was one of my favorite subjects but it always made me feel lonely.
Everyone was friends and they gossiped together.
A guy sat down at the table aswell, Olaf.
No I don't know what kind of parents name their kid a snowman but whatever.
Olaf was a loner. I hate to say it seeing as i was sitting at the same table as him but no one really knew him.
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Endgame, Miguel Cazarez Mora
Random"Big reputation, big reputation. Oh, you and me we got big reputations. Ah, and you heard about me. Ooh, i got some big enemies." TROPE: enemies to lovers IN WHICH: Miguel and Sophia have been enemies since they were kids. Everyone knows and everyon...
