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19 November 2012
Time: 0439
Location: My Comfy Bed.

Good Morning world! I am by far the happiest sixteen year old in the world right now. Why am I so happy? Well for starters I now know how to calculate a fucking mole among other fancy chemistry things. Hope is not completely lost for me after all. You know why I know all this stuff? Because the love of my life (and future husband...he doesn't know it yet) taught me everything I needed to know within a week. I actually listened to what he was saying this past few days and somehow managed to keep the drooling in check.

Today is pretty much our last session together...I'm sad about it all ending so soon  but exams are around the corner so sadly, we must part. But at least I got to spend time with him, even if there where six other people there. Still counts for something, right?

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"I'm telling you that was a clear penalty, no doubts about it!" He says a bit too loudly, frustration clear in his voice.

"No fuck that shit! Your dumb club probably bribed the ref like always!" Gofa argues back.

"Ah dude now you're just straight up lying. That shit ain't true!"

This was how half my afternoon had been spent, listening to four testosterone filled boys argue football. Normally this topic would bore me after a while, but hearing Khristian talking about it so passionately makes want to learn what an offside is. Besides its not like I have many options anyway because Eva and Amantle decided to take a nap. Wangu is sitting a few tables away from ours and is doing some assignments. And the weathered novel in my hands doesn't seem that interesting to me right now.

"You know what guys I'm out, can't keep arguing about this. Besides Madrid won and that's all that matters." He finally gives up, and at that very moment the siren finally rings. The other guys pack their bags and leave as quickly as they can, but not before Kealeboga makes sure to give Khristian the middle finger.

"Please tell me you're not a Barcelona fan as well?" He asks me as he sits next to me on the bench and gathers his things.

"No of course not." I smile at him." I'm more of an Atletico fan."

He eyes widen in surprise for a moment then. "I don't if I should be disappointed or impressed." He says and I'm a bit confused.

"Why the mixed feelings?" I ask.

"Well impressed because you're like the second girl, apart from my sister, that knows more than two teams in La Liga. And disappointed because I'm a Real Madrid fan. You are in the wrong side of the city." He says the last bit with a dramatic sigh. I giggle, nervously.

"It's OK I'm willing to change if you convince me." I grin at him, choosing to omit the fact that I only heard about the team on the radio this  morning on my way to school.

"No a little competition never hurt anyone."He chuckles.

"I'm not obsessed with it like you guys." I add.

"Passionate not obsessed." He corrects pointing a finger at me.

"Ok I will say that to my mom next time she accuses me of being obsessed with Harry Styles."