When he lifted his head I couldn't stop staring. We immediately made eye contact. His eyes were so dark but so beautiful. His lips were full, like two little pillows, they looked soft. He looked so annoyed. He had the dont fuck with me and I won't fuck with you vibe. He wore a long sleeve sweater shirt and black ripped jeans. On one of his eye brows he had a silver piercing in it. I could see a tattoo poking out of the collar of his shirt. He was extremely hot. Him and his brothers clearly had very different ethnic backgrounds. He looked me up and down, then rolled his eyes and began looking away.

I guess me staring at him pissed him off. I need to learn how to not stare at people, but I mean where else am I suppose to look you are literally the center of attention right now.

" Hi. My name is Tate Mancini. I'm the youngest . Can we sit down now?" He asked. His voice was rough but not low.

"What's the story with them? Were they adopted or....?" I asked Becks. She leans over to me and whispers. "There all half brothers. Same dad, different moms. There dad travels a lot and almost every time he traveled he would bring back a pregnant lady. There father is the definition of international freak, but I guess he can do whatever he wants. He is one of the most powerful men in the U.S. I'm pretty sure without the Mancini's, america would fall apart at the seems. He's known to be an asshole on top of that. Like a real pice of shit. He owns like hella security companies and whole bunch of other shit. There companies guard people from Beyoncé to BTS. They are all trained to protect themselves so no one really fucks with them." she said.

I looked at her in disbelief. I thought this town was supposed to be just a backwoods area. I didn't know I was going to be living in same town as the Italian Steve Jobs.

Mrs. Robinson began to move toward the boys. "Promise me this will not become a habit, boys. Especially, you, Micheal. Understood?" Micheal and Timmothy smile in response. Tate just nodded. Not much of a talker clearly.

"Loni, my love." Rebecca whispered to me. "Yes." I responded but my eyes were still on the boys at the front. "Your staring way too hard, love. If you stare any harder, you will end up killing one of them. Blink." My cheeks turned red. My dad always told me I had a bad staring problem. I've been trying to fix it, but you can't blame for staring at them. Not trying to simp or anything, but they are gorgeous.

"Alright. Now go take your seats. Let's resume with the introductions with the left side of the class, yes?" Said Mrs. Robinson. Everyone introduced themselves. Some were bland and boring others were stupid and corny. All of it was unbearable to watch. Sadly, our generation is filled with anti social teens, with social anxiety. Yay! GenZ.

"Alright, Rebecca your up. Tell us about yourself." Said Ms. Robinson. Rebecca stood with a cute smirk on her face. Confidence was literally oozing out of her. I couldnt help but smile with her. "Hello all, I am Rebecca. You can call me Becks. I am now 17 and a Senior in high school. I-"

"Aren't you a dude?"I turned my head to see who the voice came from. It was some blonde haired blue eyed white guy. He looked and sounded like a stereotype of a school jack ass jock.

"Thomas! That is wildly inappropriate. And also none of your concern." said Ms. Robinson.

"It's just for educational purposes. I have one more question, and then I'm done. Do you still have it or did you chop it off?" He said with ugly ass smirk. His voice sarcastic and rude. Some of the class was giggling to themselves, while the rest was dead silent.

"Thomas!"Mrs. Robinson yelled. I was irritated to the core. Though I haven't known Rebecca for long, I'm not going to let some transphobic asshole talk to her like that.

"Your such a dic-" before I could finish what i said, Becks put out her hand to stop me. I looked over to her and she looked so unbothered. She took a breath and slowly put a smile on her face and walked over to the guy. "It's fine, Senora. Si . I was a boy. But as soon as i transitioned you were one of the first ones in my DMs.....bitch. Now, unless you want me to expose you more. I suggest you keep your ignorant comments to yourself. Okay?" She walks gracefully back to her seat and leaves Thomas speechless. Honestly, I was speechless too. She made him look like a bitch.

She finally made it back to her seat but before she sits she turns back to him. "And no. I no longer have it. But that's one thing we have in common. Ain't it Thomas?" She said with a smile.

If there was anything that deserved a mic drop, dear god it was that.

"Mrs. Robinson!?Your not gonna say anything!?" Thomas screamed. His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

She shook her head no. "You should've minded your business. Let this be lesson class. Treat people the way you want to be treated, or get bit in the ass." He rolled his eyes and murmured something under his breath, bus besides that he was quiet for the remainder of the class. However, so was Rebecca. You could tell that she was upset, no matter how hard she tried to cover it. Her chipper fun attitude was completely gone, and she seemed lost in thought.

I reach over and tap her shoulder, snapping her out of her trance. She look over to me and forces a smile on her. "You ok?" I asked. She just nodded and then shrugged her shoulders. "Like I said, mi amor, my hell whole."

Picture above is Victoria Volkova and Rebecca