you were from another country being given a scholarship to a high school in America; not knowing the language very well either. You were sent to an Americans family home to stay in, getting a boy a few months older than your self, a handsome dreamy eyed boy.

“You can sleep in my room for now” He says in his deep voice as his dad was down stairs getting your school supplies ready. “I can sleep down stairs.” Keegan says making eye contact, he didn’t like you, just put up with you. He was a bully at school, a popular kid and a player. but around you and home, a chill sleepy kid. You didn’t look like you had the guts to fight back so he couldn’t care less about your stay, as long as you didn’t get involved with his school life.