Mari finally told me that is was okay to take the cast off, but I shouldn't train too much. Now that brightened me up. That means I can go back to practice! But with some limits. Dammit.

"Alright class, settle down!" Mrs. Fortunato entered the classroom with her beige heels clicking loudly. She isn't the strictest or the chillest among teachers, but for an average geography teacher she sure knows her fair share of knowledge. I bet she was valedictorian or something.

Nick poked my arm that got my attention. Brave move done by the teacher's pet herself, but I guess it was important. She mouthed something quickly. I couldn't understand it. Guess she was scared to get caught, but she visibly pointed at the door to see the principal talking to someone. Beside her was a guy in a black suit, like the ones they where in Men in Black. The man she conversed with had an earpiece with a wire that seemed connected to his back. He wore sunglasses too. Ah, the secret agent look.

"Class, I want you to know that you are the most balanced class with co-curricular activities and academics." That's a lie. There are several students here who barely get any sleep. Shoutout to those swimmers who had to get up at 3 in the morning for practice at 3:30 today. I have no idea why they did that today, but I feel really bad for them. Also, most of them are already stressed out with this school's scholarships. "So the principal is entrusting us with a high status exchange student."

If this kid turns out to be a snotty brat, I am out.

"Please welcome the United States himself." This oughta be good.

And when I least expected it, the one who walked through the door was Alfred. What the actual fuck.

My eyes widened at the surprise transferee. There were two choices I could do. Jump out of the window, that was a seat away from me, or I could sit like an idiot and stare. I thought out of the box and went with my third choice. I shook Nick by the shoulders and started to whisper stuff in gibberish to her. Even I can't understand what I was saying.

"Dude, chill, yes I see him." She replied. "America himself is here."

I rose an eyebrow at her. Did she not see who this person was? Is she wearing her contacts today? Doesn't she see that this guy is the doctor from the hospital? The alarm look on my face was clear.

"Do you not see who he is? Doesn't he look familiar?" I pointed out and she squinted her eyes.

"Oh no!" She said in the most sarcastic voice she could (which doesn't sound sarcastic at all, but I've known her long enough to know if it's meant to be sarcastic) and did jazz hands. "I have no idea that he was that doctor you called cute."

"Nick, this is not helping." I grumbled.

Nick replied with a snicker and she rolled her eyes. A smile curved on her lips.

"Chill, it's not like you'e met him twi......ice.." The expression on my face made her trail off her words.

Loud and clear was that one expression sI gave her back then in our camping trip when we were still girl scouts. I was afraid of crossing the goddamn river because her sister scrared me with her experience as a girl scout camping trip when she was 10. She got caught in the current that she got washed a kilometer down the damn river.

The color on her face suddenly draines a bit. Nick pushed her desk closer to me while the teacher in front was making announcements and other stuff. She placed her elbow on top of her desk, rested her chin on her palm, and leaned in closer to me as if the latest gossip is all centered on me.

"When?"

"A week ago when we went to McDonald's."

"How?"

"He was the one who gave our complimentary hashbrowns?" I answered almost unsurely.

It was the utter most truth how we met again, but I sounded so unsure. Maybe that guy was just messing with me. What if they were triplets and the other two were just mortal beings? Is my head messing with me? What the actual fuck is going on?

"You're on your own for now Sanchez, but just tap me for advice." She did a finger gun at me and clicked her tongue.

I looked at her in confusion. Then someone tapped my shoulder from behind. My motion was slow like some kind of thriller movie where the character finds the monster behind her. Instead of a monster though, I found a cute country next to me who could possibly be Doctor Love and cute waiter dude from McDonald's. Either ways, it freaked me out.

He had the same damned smile. Bright and pearly white, the tiny specs of freckles on his face were more playful with the sunlight coming from the window. Those electrifying blue eyes had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up even if they were behind those thick-frammed red glasses of his. Tan skin that glowed like those cute guys from California I'd run into when I visit my grandparents there. No, he wasn't just glowing like in a way of physical beauty. He was glowing like with a happt aura that somehow made me feel a bit like an anime character, which is Nick's department.

"Hey." Alfred greeted with a bright smile.

Oh. My. God.

Someone just kill me now. I feel like sinking into my shirt in embarrassment and roll away to Shooting Star.

There were squeals and giggles that filled the room. I mean, I guess he can really steal everyone's heart. Basically he's America's Sweetheart since 1776. I don't want to admit it again, but damn what a hunk.

"H-Hi?" I blinked and held out my hand for a shake.

The moment he grabbed my hand just gave me a timgle up my spin. The shock on my face was clear, but he didn't seem to mind.

"So you go here too huh?" He chuckled softly.

"We do." Nick hooked her arm around my shoulders and gave a bright smile. "Welcome to Grimoire Academy Mr. America, where we are like every high school in the country but with a ton of athletes."

"You're both athletes too I'm guessing?"

Before I could even answer, Nick was already babbling more things than a simple "yes." Mostly on things about me and a bit of her mix. This is way more embarrassing than the pick-up line at the hospital.

The teacher finally got our attention and class finally started, but the people around me wouldn't stop staring at him. Like I said, he is handsome but his concentration on our current subject was sort of hot? He was eagerly looking at the board while his right hand scribbled down notes. Then there was this feeling of respect. Even if he is more than hundreds of years old, then he's still put in school. I wonder why. Well it's none of my business so no worries.

Either ways, it's gonna bother me at a point.