David POV

"So you have to-"

I blushed as I helped Oliva into her right position.

"I'm sorry it's just...." I smiled nervously.

"I know" she blushed.

"Maybe you need to train with someone else for comfort" I sighed.

"I want to train with you" she smiled blushing extremely.

"Yea" I tapped my feet trying to be comfortable.

London came folding her arms.

"I'm only going to run with you now-"

She stared at us as we blushed extremely.

"You confessed huh?" she sighed.

"Yeah" Oliva sighed.

"Not perfect timing, another track meet is nearby" she glared at us.

"Sorry" Oliva pouted.

"And David..." London sighed as I couldn't stop blushing.

"You destroyed him!" she shook me.

"I wouldn't say that" Oliva smiled nervously.

"David, would you freak out seeing her in the track uniform?" London glared at me.

I blushed harder.

"You destroyed David!" she wined.

"Well....we could train tomorrow" I smiled nervously.

"It's not that late yet!" Oliva shook me.

"David I'm sorry for confessing!" she shook me harder.

"It's okay" I smiled weirdly.

"It's not!" they wined.

"David you are scaring me" London sighed.

"It's just my first time" I sighed.

"For a 18 year old boy you are very innocent" she glared at me.

"You even wore her sweeter!" she shook me again.

Oliva smiled nervously blushing extremely looking at my birthday gift she gave me.

"I thought it was kinda cool so I wore it" I smiled nervously.

"Can't blame you" London sighed.

"I could buy another" Oliva eyes sparkled.

"I'm okay with one" I scratched the back of my head.

She was covered in despair.

"Oliva...." I tried to cheer her up.

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London POV

She confessed before me now I look so stupid!

I stared at Marcus as he flirted with other girls.

I'm nothing to him....

I held my chest tightly trying not to cry.

"London?" he smiled.

"Marcus?" I glared at him.

"They weren't anything to me" he smirked.

"I only care about you" he sat in front of me.

"You know we are in a classroom" I sighed.

"What's wrong?" he went closer to me.

"Stop playing with me" I pushed him.

"What's wrong with that?" he smiled.

"Many things" I folded my arms.

"Life isn't a video game" he said randomly.

"Huh?"

"I don't know myself" he said with a straight face.

"You are so.....weird" I looked at him weirdly.

"I have been told by myself and others" he smiled.

"It's sad you don't have a British accent" he tilted his head.

"My name doesn't mean I must be British!" I said angrily.

"You have a name of some black guy who died from cancer" I glared at him.

"I have a dream"

"That's Martin Luther King" I slapped my forehead.

"Sorry" he smiled nervously.

"Idiot" I sighed.

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