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Miranda:
She blushed some and smiled. I have to go now but you can text me sometime. She wrote her phone number down on a slip of paper and gave it to him. She walked away with a smile.
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"Of course, arevoir~" Francis chimed, taking the number and adding it to the list of girls he'd never text, or at least, not without reason.

Miranda:
She and Ashley got in their cars and drove away. Miranda turned the bass up loud in her car, put on her sun glasses and wiped around the corner. She sped off and didn't look back.
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Francis walked over to his car and shoved his back-pack in, before shutting the door and revving the engine. He pulled out of the lot an began making his way back tohis apartment.

Joel:
He did an Ollie and looked at his friends. They grinned and he did too. He did another Kickflip but this time he fell. He was good at skateboarding but everyone makes mistakes at times.
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Jose watched after Rafa when she walked away. He rocked back on his heels and let out a long, dragging, sigh. Was the soccer challenge a date or something? Did she expect him to dress nicely? Would he have to go easy on her? Did the soccer game mean anything? So many questions buzzed through his head like a swarm of bees in a hive. Were they flirting? Did Frenchy make him look bad in front of her? Jose shook his head and looked at the ground, for all he knew Rafa could think he was a complete idiot. He turned on his heel and began walking to his locker, in the opposite direction of Rafa. He couldn’t shake a giddy feeling that possessed him. It was strange having a conversation with someone when they weren’t spitting rude insults about his skin tone at him. How would the guys react to the news? Would they be pleased? Or would they tease him? Jose itched his palms as he walked to his locker. Standing there was a few of his team mates.

Jose team mates were his best friends. The team was like a family and everyone trusted each other. If you didn’t trust one and other any longer than it wasn’t a team anymore. If you lost that element of trust, then the team became a pack. A rabid, snarling pack that always tried to turn on itself. His 3 best friends stood there. One was a tall kid, with sandy blond hair, and deep grey eyes, who went by the name Stretch because of his size. The second kid was rather short, with a stocky build and dark unreadable eyes, he went by the names of Henry. The third was a rather large boy, who had a round build and seemed to lumber across the halls, his name was Brett. They all looked at Jose and smiled when they saw his approach. Stretch slapped Jose on the back and grinned; in return, Jose gave a playful scowl and started opening his locker.
“Soccer practice after school, right Jose?” Brett asked, he was the team goalie, considering he couldn’t run very fast.
“Yeah, till 4:30 today, I’m meeting this girl on the field at 5:00…” Jose voice trailed off. They all gave him a wry grin.
“Date, much?” Henry cooed, playfully punching Jose in the arm.
“No! Maybe. I don’t know! She just wants to play all right?” Jose said defensively. Everyone but Jose laughed.
“Sure she does bud, sure she does” Stretch hummed.

Miranda:
I had come back because I had forgotten something. I looked at Joel, who was still there doing kickflips. I smiled. Could you teach me how to do that? Joel agreed and I drove off again.
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