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You're the kind of girl who reads love stories and hopes to find a romantic partner… the problem is that I'm the villain of this story.” And I'm not willing to become a stupid prince. (...) . ****** Third week of high school. Oh... the Institute. My everyday dates, well, except weekends. My institute and I have a relationship... somewhat toxic. It forces me to stay up all night, to get up early, and on special occasions it makes me lose sleep. I could say that teachers are the kind of family members who have to be liked to have a good relationship with the school and homework is proof of love that we must overcome. Ufff... how I hate going to school. But the only thing that makes me get along with school is him... My Prince of Blue Tales. Eydan... My neighbor... Well, he's not a neighbor who lives on the same street, but he doesn't live too far either, but he lives on the same block just on the opposite side. My backyard faces the backyard of his house. Climbing up the big tree, I spent a lot of my childhood looking at it camouflaged behind the branches and leafy leaves. But since they bought me my camera, I have secretly done some photo sessions with it. My favorites are the ones I took in the summer. Eydan had gone out to exercise and play ball in his yard and I took the opportunity to climb out of my room through the window and climb the nearest tree branch, my favorite to spy on Eydan. With the camera strapped around my neck, I held on to the branch and sat down, hiding from his view, but at the perfect angle to take a few photos of him. I held the camera in my hands and brought the lens closer to my face so that I could see the artwork that was a few feet away. It was hot, about 30 degrees in the shade. And Eydan was out in the sun, so his white T” shirt began to get wet with the sweat from his muscular brown body. I could see how his marked but not exaggerated pecs were marked by the sweat that soaked the thin fabric of his shirt. Ufff.... that scene made me warm up. I took the opportunity to take a couple of photos when he stopped to drink water, zooming in on some areas such as his face, going down his chest to his working abdomen, and I kept going down slowly to the v of his pelvis... I couldn't keep taking pictures. .. not because my neighbor is not a job worthy of portraying, but because my camera ran out of battery at that moment. With resignation, I sighed and remained silent in my place, eating him with my eyes and wishing I was one of those pearly drops of sweat that slid down his neck... If only he knew that I existed... It's not that Eydan doesn't know I exist. We were kindergarten, school, and now high school classmates, but for him, I'm nothing more than the girl from the newspaper who accompanies the school team in soccer tournaments and who has helped him in art class to take a couple of pictures. Don't get me wrong... I'm not in love... I'm just a person who enjoys well-done works of art... Oh well... who am I kidding? Eydan Santor drives me crazy. The plan this year is to make him fall in love with me... Whatever it takes. Before going into my room, I took one last look at Eydan, who was taking off his shirt and revealing his dark-marked body. After looking at how the sweat beaded his body, I slipped through the branches to my window. “You will be mine, Adonis. " Angie," I hear someone say next to me as a hand snaps its fingers in front of my eyes. Instinctively I saw the small fingers of my younger sister, Dulce, close to my face, trying to close my mouth. She is seven years old but she is terrible, a walking earthquake. “Oh no, she's drooling again,” my little sister says. At that moment, I closed my mouth, which was open, and I wiped the saliva from the corner of my lips. "Can I hit you?" Dulce asks my older sister as she holds up a broom, about to hit me on the head with a broom. "No, Sweetie, we already talked about this, you can't hit people with brooms." my sister scolds her. My little sister makes her puss” in” boots eyes as she picks up a flip” flop and seems to ask my big sister with her eyes if she can hit me with it. "And with this one?" “ inquires Sweet. "Wha” what's wrong?" I ask as I look at my older sister, Marisa, who is watching me curiously. Dulce looks at me and shrugs her shoulders as she says “It will be another time. I look at Dulce with narrowed eyes, threatening her with a look, to which she responds by showing me her tongue. “We lost you for a moment “ Marisa answered, taking a bite of her toast. Marisa is twenty-five years old and is a lawyer who recently graduated”. I was telling you that Regina is outside waiting for you. I open my eyes like a scared owl and look at the time on my cell phone. It's 07:35 pm, and I'm late for school. I finished my juice in two gulps and put a piece of toast in my mouth and then grab my backpack that was hanging on the back of the chair and ran out, but not before waving to my two sisters who grabbed at me. Marisa with amusement and Dulce with a curious grimace on her face. “ Good luck, ugly. my older sister tells me and I head out to the garage to get my bike. Accompanied by my red bicycle, I arrived next to my friend Regina who was with her cell phone in one hand, and her pink bicycle stopped by her side. When she sees me leave, she puts it in his backpack and waits for me with a smile. Regina and I have known each other since kindergarten. She is more than a friend to me, she is a sister. We know everything about each other, we share all the secrets except for one secret that no one knows, but otherwise, there is nothing the other doesn't know and we even plan to go to the same university. Of course, if we have children, I will be the godmother of hers and she of mine. And besides, she's my neighbor, she lives next door to Eydan's house and she's been his friend since they were kids. Regina is the same height as me at 5'2, she has waist” lengthy dark brown hair that she wears in a ponytail similar to the one Ariana Grande wears, only without bangs. She is slim, fair” skinned, with large black eyes with arched eyelashes. Fine lips and even a smile. She usually wears subtle makeup, and we can't forget that she has very good attributes... On the other hand, I have light brown hair, a fair complexion but with freckles, not-so-striking honey-colored eyes, and full lips. My body is slender but curvaceous and my assets... well... My assets are well hidden in my uniform, which, unlike Regina's, I wear in a way that covers everything well it's meant to cover. I wear the gray pleated skirt of my uniform up to my knees and I wear a shirt two sizes too big. My friend wears a skirt a few centimeters below her behind and a shirt to the body, revealing a bit of her neckline.