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First days were never his strong suit, but everything had to be done once. Luckily for Andrés, his cousin was on flagrant display. The more Andrés watched the less interested he became. Yeah he was a jock, but he wasn’t your stereotypical jock. Who could be when your father was [i]the[/i] kingpin of the cocaine empire. Regardless, Andrés did find solace in his one passion, soccer. As a sort of defense mechanism, Andrés constantly found himself daydreaming about his future rather than the present. This wasn’t unlike any other normal teenager, but it proved effective. There he was, Friday night lights burning down on him. There was 5 minutes left in extra time and he was staring down a penalty kick to secure the Premier League Championship. The familiar whistle of the referee announced the recommencement of the game. Firing on all cylinders, Andrés stutter stepped to feign his shot misleading the goalie. The shot wide open, Andrés fired away. 

Before his eyes could fixate on the balls path, the crowd vanished and the familiar terrain of King’s Academy faded in. The roar wasn’t from the crowd, rather it was the snarling giant known as Johnny Baxter. While his mind raced to gather the pieces of what happened a flicker of anger ignited in Andrés as well. No one liked a bully and no one disrespected his family. Family was always first even if they did make lackluster decisions. There was no fear in Andrés nor many options for recourse outside of physical altercation. Before his fist could ball completely it was let go as quickly as it formed. A fight on the first day would just bring attention he didn’t need. It wouldn’t reflect well on his sports career and it would just garner more attention from his father. Something most kids would want, but not in his particular case. Andrés sighed and walked up to Johnny as Elijah was making his way to rescue his friend from sticking his head further up his own ass. 

Brushing shoulders intentionally, Andrés caught his ear in passing muttering some thinly veiled threats before straightening his clothes. With a beaming smile the golden boy helped his cousin to his feet.[color=FFF79A] “No te preocupes la próxima vez me aseguraré de que nadie te lastime”[/color] before he could continue he noticed two things. One, the class president Victoire Bailey was on her way. Which only meant further drama between her and his dearest cousin. And two, his favorite soccer ball had gone missing. The second revelation beat out the first, [color=FFF79A]“Disculpe, pero me reuniré con usted más tarde. Lo siento!”[/color] He shouted whilst trying to remember where his ball went, he must have actually kicked it in real life as he did in his daydream. Hopefully he hadn’t taken anyone’s head off. Following what would be the normal trajectory of his ball, Andrés vanished from the sight of the group and found himself in the quad. 

Like a runaway car his soccer ball was losing momentum as it rolled towards a table not to far away. The quad was barren except for one girl who he recognized, the dark but alluring Martha Radley. As fate would have it, the ball would come to a complete stop at the foot of her table. He didn’t know much about her since they were from separate social groups, but that never stopped him before. Like the social butterfly he is, Andrés broke into a light jog while making his way over to the table. Once there, Andrés kicked his ball up back into his arms while flashing a fully toothed smile at Martha. The sun almost gleamed off the white of his teeth, [color=FFF79A]“Thanks for finding my ball, Martha was is?”[/color] That’s when he caught the tarot cards on the table, something the Spanish people loved to fetishize. [color=FFF79A]“Mind if I sit? You can read me my fortune before class. Audaces fortuna iuvat right?”[/color] Andrés said as he took a seat next to her setting his ball down without clear permission. [color=FFF79A]“Oh, I’m Andrés by the way, nice to formally meet you”[/color] he said with a hand stretched out as his eyes focused on hers. 

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