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Antonio's POV
Francis and Gilbert kept pounding me with questions about Emily. My ears felt like bleeding.
"Who was the mademoiselle we saw you flirting with in homeroom? "Francis jokes.
"I wasn't flirting." I say "I was just being friendly."
"Vell she seemed to be into you zis morning." Gilbert pointed out.
"And I think the feelings mutual, non?" Francis added.
I slightly blush. "I admit she is bonita. But she would have no interest in me.' I contradict.
"Mon ami, if she isn't into you then why is she keep looking at you smiling and then start giggling with Feliks?" Francis looks at the other side of the cafeteria. I look in the same direction and there's Emily and Feliks staring at me and giggling.
"we should confront Feliks." Gilbert suggested "he vould know the most about zis"
"Oui" Francis agreed.
"I really don't think that's a good idea." I contradict. "He might not tell us any way."
"Vell vhy vouldn't he?" Gilbert asks "it vouldn't be awesome if he didn't,"
"Fine you guys do what you want" I face palm. These guys have officially become loco.
Ellos son muy loco.
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