Foreign Exchange Program

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Mal's view of point view
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"What are you doing Martinus?!" I asked as I felt something take off my blind fold. When it was gone, I could see Martinus there with his blindfold on.
"Help me out a bit here Mal," Martinus said I turned and took off his blindfold with my mouth. "Thank you, very much."
"No problem," I said with a sheepish smile. That's when I saw something shine in my eyes. I don't know if it was light reflecting off of glass or Tinus' smile.
"Mal, do you see that?" I turned to see what Martinus was referring to. I tilted my head and saw a phone.
"We can text someone with that. But, whose phone is it?" I asked. We were able to scoot our feet over to where the phone laid. Using his soccer skills Martinus was able to gently kick the ball up to my hands.
Behind my back I turned the phone on. "That is a picture of Mac and Desiya! I have my thumbprint on her phone! Here pass it to me!" Martinus said excitedly. I passed the phone to him and watched him as he was able to navigate through her phone to the texts.
"We can't text Miyah directly. But she had Alexis' phone number text her!" I said with joy. We were finally going to get out of here.
"Mal. I want to ask you something. If we weren't interrupted at the park. Do you think we could have been something?" Tinus asked. I looked into his brown eyes.
"I don't know Martinus. And I also don't want you to wait until I do know," I took a deep breath. "One thing that I do know is that..." I trailed off. Did I love Martinus or did I love Marcus. Only one way to find out.
"Are you okay Mal?"he asked. I shook my head.
"Yeah I just need to figure something out," I said this and then closed my eyes. Moments later, Tinus and I were in a mysterious basement, kissing. His soft lips against mine. He didn't want it to stop. But I knew this didn't feel right.
I pulled away. "What is wrong Mal?"
"The kiss didn't feel right. Can you just text Alexis so we can get out of here already?"
"Yeah ok." He sent a simple message. S.O.S O.M.G. ~MG