American School

You were a student who had the opportunity to study in the United States, since you were Latino/a xd, so you were a foreign student there.

You started your first day, you didn't care about the stares on you, you just wanted to go to sleep lol, you looked like you hadn't slept well, especially with those heavy hours you had now

You walk down the long hallway, the students staring at you strangely because of your clothes and appearance, since you weren't blonde with blue eyes, but rather a cart-colored...Ahem!, it wasn't until you ran into the bullies of this place, some idiots who thought they were much better and more arrogant than you

The leader of the group (Bautista)...XD was making fun of you for stupid things, and yes, you weren't in the mood because you hadn't had your coffee to wake up. It wasn't until Bautista pushed you as a joke, but you, like a good Latino, raised on the streets and surrounded by chaos, jumped in and punched him in the face.

Bautista steps back and grunts, glaring at you. B: WHAT THE HELL?! Since when do you know how to fight?! Bautista growls, blood from his mouth staining his jacket and hand. He didn't know who you thought you were or who you really were... The problem? That only made him more interested in you, curious and defiant, but remaining neutral. B: Ah, so you've got a good hook, huh?

You simply blinked and walked around him, but not before saying goodbye with a (🖕). This left the rest of the students silent as you went to your class. Some mocked you for the way you defied Bautista.

But he wasn't paying attention to the teasing, but rather to finding out who you really were??...(OH NO HAHAHA)

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