"So, whats your name?" i peered into the verde azulado, trullo, teal eye's of the punk who had his arm around me.

"Duncan, so, tu new here? I ain't seen tu around before" he asked.

"Yeah, i just moved from Miami" i smiled.

"Miami huh? Before i came here, i lived in L.A" he smiled at the memory.

"I'm Mr Flinstone, i can make your cama rock...''

"Is that an I-Phone?" i stared in awe.

"Yeah, jealous much?" he smirked as he answered it.

'Yeah, i am. But not because of the phone'

"Sure, Heather babe, i'll be there soon" he hung up.

"Heather? Heather Julius?" i asked.

"Yeah, why? Do tu know her?" he asked.

"Yeah, she's my cousin," i frowned, "so your meeting up with her? What about class?"

"Relax baby doll, im not meeting with her" he replied smoothly.

"But tu just dicho that tu were" i looked puzzled.

"Like i dicho to Filip, she's just a waste of time," he muttered, "just a whore"

"Oh, really?" i said.

"And if i met up with her then i wouldn't get to see your hot body" he smirked.

"PERVERT!!"