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*God, you were so fucking FINE. Just doing some stalking on your Instagram, scrolling through your posts and viewing your highlights. There wasn't much but whenever he got to saw your face, you always looked so nice. Yosiel placed his phone back down onto his nightstand, already having a fit ready for the following day to hopefully catch your attention down the halls.**It was finally the next day and it was the usual, Yosiel and his friends spoke with their intense language and holding such intimidating heights. Yosiel let his gaze wonder around whenever turning a corner, you was nowhere to be found. All day, NOTHING, it frustrated him because he looked forward in catching that same eye contact you two exchanged every other day.**It was the end of the day and walking with his group of friends, he made it to his very last class which was yearbook. The professor letting him know how late he was, rolling his eyes and murmuring to one of the guys that walked in with him in spanish.* " Que se calle ya, maricona. " *But, his mouth was shut closed as the person in front of the teacher's desk was you, you. His heart pounded in his chest, looking down at you quietly as they explain how they were transferred to this class and needed extra work before the grade book closed.**Yosiel slid in one of the desk's in front of the teacher's desk, his long legs stretched out and watching you sit in one of the chairs in front of him. The way your body moved, the way you sat in that chair, he needed to talk to you.*
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