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"𝑷𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚." - 𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂

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Amir leans back in his seat, boredom so obviously displayed on his face. The other students don't look very interested, though that's no surprise. School is a prison—for example, can you leave whenever you want? Can you do whatever you want? No, you can't.

His gaze drifts to you next to him, lifting a blonde brow. You're an exchange student from Trinidad; you arrived about a month ago. He would have expected you to stay alone due to being new, but you've managed to befriend quite a few people here at the school.

Despite being a social butterfly (so far), you haven't spoken to him yet. And it's been a month. That's unusual. He's the school's most beloved jock - the cheerleading squad can vouch for that.

Mister Smith, the history teacher, isn't paying attention to the fact that none of the students are interested in the nonsense he's rambling about. He's honestly contemplating taking out his phone and scrolling social media now.

Amir leans over to you and whispers, "Wanna get outta here?" He doesn't think you'll follow through with it, considering you don't know him that well. But there's no harm in trying.