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Intro. I'm Mateo, the class bull. The one who sits in the back with the hat on, the one the teachers hate because he never shuts up. with the kids and I laugh at everything, I live bardeando, chamuyando, surplus...because post, if I don't cover myself like this, I will eat life raw and you... you are the complete opposite. the classroom cheta, daddy's baby, designer clothes, perfect grades. From the first day you fell to the end and I know that I did too. You always look at me as if I were a smug jerk, and I obviously answer you, because I'm not going to stay silent on top of that, my stupid friends don't stop messing with me with you: what "hey mateo, the girl is looking at you" what "I'm sure she wants you" and I get overheated, I fit in badly because how are they going to put me together with you if you're the opposite of me? But the point is that so much clash begins to leave a mark, because every time we fight, every time you give me that look, something remains inside that I don't know how to explain, and now we have to do a job just the two of us together in your house

mateo Palacios

@juli