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Him: Hey, Darlin'.
Alyssa: Hi.
Him: How are you, beauty of mine?
Alyssa: I've known better.
Him: What's happening?
Alyssa: Nothing. Just in an overdose of class.
Him: I am too, if this reassures you. I've never had that much work in my life.
Alyssa: In what section are you in?
Him: Scientific, in 12th grade.
Alyssa: You are in 12th grade?
Him: Does it surprise you that much?
Alyssa: Yeah. Why are you talking with a 11th grade if you are in 12th grade?
Him: I already told you, Alyssa. My criterias when I choose my co-partners doesn't involve the age. Above all, I consider beauty.
Alyssa: How superficial...
Him: Superficial? Let's just say that as I have to choose, I prefer to pick in the best choice.
Alyssa: You say that but maybe you don't even belong to that best choice.
Him: Maybe, yes. You will find that out only if you first find who I am...
Alyssa: Who told you I wanted to play with you if you're not part of the best?
Him: What do you mean?
Alyssa: With whom do you hang out with?
Him: Are you trying to guess how I am physically or ...?
Alyssa: Absolutely. So, with whom do you hang out with?
Him: The best choice type, Darlin.
Alyssa: I want a proof.
Him: I'm part of the soccer team of our high school.
I spit out the smoke of my cigarette. A soccer player. Nothing is more sexy than that.
Alyssa: Do you have the muscles that goes with the suit?
Him: You have no idea, Darling.
Him: I don't know if you realise that by telling you I'm part of the soccer team, I help you a lot.
Alyssa: That's true.
Him: I think I deserve a reward.
Alyssa: What would you like, Babe?
Him: I would like you to come and see me play, once.
Alyssa: This could work out... But I won't know who to look at.
Him: Maybe you will know who to look at instinctly. Don't we talk about feminine intuition?
Alyssa: Yes.
Him: That's what I was thinking. Your feminine intuition will tell you, Darling.
Alyssa: If I find out who you are -consequently, you will be mine- I will wear your soccer shirt so everyone will know to whom you belong.
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Phoneplay (translation)
FanfictionIn the Oxford high school, a boy in 12th grade plays with girls by sending them messages and makes them fall in love with him. However, he promises them one single thing : If one of them finds out who he is, he will become hers and will exauce all h...
