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[url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=211405648]Fiorella’s OOTD[/url][/center][hr]
[color=mediumvioletred]“I still don’t understand why I couldn’t just stay back home with Abuela.”[/color]

Fiorella Aguilar let out an angry sigh. The girl sat in the passenger seat of her mother’s Black Mercedes, talking to the older woman as she drove her to school. Now, even after having moved to Texas for a week now, Lela was still trying to plead her case: to get her parents to send her back to Puerto Rico with her grandmother.

“Lela, we’ve already discussed this.” Marina Aguilar said to her daughter, letting out a disgruntled sigh of her own. “Abuela’s too old to take care of you.”

[color=mediumvioletred]“Seventy is not old, ma’.”[/color] Lela argued, crossing her arms across her chest. [color=mediumvioletred]“Plus, I can take care of myself. She wouldn’t be [i]really[/i] be taking care of me.”[/color]

Marina sighed again. “Fiorella, [i]ya[/i]. What’s done is done. You’re here in Texas, you’re going to Delbrook Academy and you’re staying with us, That’s the way it is.“

Lucky for Fiorella, they had arrived at the front of the school just as her mother said those last words. The golden-haired girl, though still angry, gave her mother a goodbye kiss on the cheek before grabbing her bookbag and stepping out of the car. Lela stood for a moment in the sidewalk, watching her mother’s car disappear, before turning to look at what would be her new school for the next three years. Her brown eyes widened at the sight of the titanic building in front of her. Delbrook Academy was [i]huge[/i]. How was she supposed to make it to class without getting lost?

The only way to find out was to try.

Lela managed to arrive to her assigned homeroom classroom just in time., after just three times of getting lost Her fellow classmates were all standing up in the corner of the room, and the teacher held a paper in her hands. Fiorella assumed that meant they would be assigned seats, so she quickly took a spot in between the rest of the group and waited until her name was called.


[b]"Next, Zurancic and Aguilar."[/b]


With a flirtatious smirk and an aura of confidence, Fiorella swayed her hips all the way to her seat, her magenta skirt dancing at her every step. Once there, she plopped her black Michael Kors bookbag on the floor, gracefully took her seat and took a moment to scan her surroundings. She couldn’t help when her flirtatious smirk turned into her softly biting her lower lip at the sight of her neighbor classmate. Just in next to her sat a tall, blond guy with broad shoulders, sharp jaw, and incredibly handsome face. If her memory didn’t fail her, she thought she’d heard the teacher say his name was Bruno. [color=mediumvioletred][i]‘Well, Bruno, you are a 10 out of ten in my book.’[/i][/color] Fiorella thought devilishly, taking the liberty to shamelessly stare at him for a few more seconds before shifting her eyes to the male sitting in front of her. From what she’d seen as she walked to her seat, this guy was handsome as well. But for some reason, he struck her as somewhat of a fuckboy-type of guy. Maybe it was the outfit, or the devil-may-care attitude he presented. Whatever it was, he was marked as a NO in her list of possible prospects. 

[color=mediumvioletred][i]‘Hey, not a bad start. Got the back seat so I can text in peace.[/i] Gracias a Dios.’[/color]

Once all the class was seated, the teacher said a few words before giving them some free time to do what they pleased as long as they stayed in the classroom. Fiorella watched in silence as the rest of her group talked among themselves, and a sudden pang of sadness hit her. She felt so alienated when compared to the rest of her group… If she were back home, she would be chattering away with her besties: making the plans for the weekend, discussing the latest school gossip, asking to borrow clothes and accessories... Back in Puerto Rico, she was basically the Queen Bee of Baldwin School, and everybody knew who Fiorella Aguilar was. But here? She was a nobody. Just some new Puerto Rican girl who probably didn’t know the least bit of English and needed a green card to enter the country. 

That had to change. [i]Fast[/i] 

Having caught Bruno giving her a look, Fiorella seized her opportunity to start conquering some hearts. [color=mediumvioletred]"Um, excuse me,"[/color] she began saying, a hint of accent in her sing-song voice, tapping his broad shoulder lightly. [color=mediumvioletred]"I'm, like, totally new to the country and the US school system. Would you mind giving me a small explanation about how it works?"[/color]