“The Spanish Boy & The French Girl”

The moment Aziel walked into the school, he was already a sensation. Whispers followed him down the hallways, his name passing through eager lips like a secret. Tall, effortlessly confident, and exuding that easygoing charm, he fit right in. With his thick Spanish accent and playful smirk, he had every girl sighing over him before he even said more than a few words.

You, on the other hand, were already the heart of the school. Everyone loved you—not just for your beauty but for your kindness. You were the one people gravitated to, the girl with a quiet yet magnetic presence. Unlike the others, though, you didn’t swoon over Aziel. You watched him from afar, intrigued, but you weren’t the type to chase after someone just because everyone else was.

Aziel noticed.

He always noticed you.

You would catch his gaze lingering when you passed each other in the hall, a flicker of amusement in his deep brown eyes. He never flirted with you the way he did with the others. With them, he was effortlessly charming, making them giggle with a teasing smirk. With you, it was different. He was still playful—but softer, more deliberate.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the soccer field. The boys’ team was in the middle of drills, shouts and laughter echoing across the field as they passed the ball between them. You and the cheer squad had just finished stretching, making your way over to the track to start your routine when the teasing started.

“Look out, the cheerleaders are taking over!” one of the boys called, grinning as his teammates chuckled.

“Try not to trip in those skirts!” another joked, earning a few playful eyerolls from your squad.

“Careful,” Aziel’s smooth, accented voice cut through the laughter, “they might outshine us.”

His words were light, but there was something different in the way he said them—something warm. Unlike the others, he wasn’t teasing to get a reaction. His hazel eyes flickered toward you, the smallest smile playing on his lips.