((I Know it's probably late to post, but I really wan to.))
Alex knew when there was conflict, even the smallest of conflict. And he wanted to be a part of it. As he walked through the snow filled grounds, a snowball flew past his face, Alex put his hand up, as it broke in his glove. It would've hit him, if it wasn't for the fact that Alex had lived around the world, and learned things. In Alex's mind, he was probably a God. He had dodged the snowball, from his reflexes coming from learning Kung Fu in China. Then he put his hand up, catching the snowball, from being a Goalkeeper as a kid. He saw a group of people, especially a cute redheaded girl. And where there were cute girls, there was a Alex. He realized it was the American girl. Right off the bat, that girl and Alex had something in common. His dad was American, and Alex had dual nationalities. Spanish, and American.
He picked up a ball, snow was a big part of the year over in Madrid, and that's why every year, the first day there was snow, every kid in his neighborhood walked out and started a snow ball fight. Parents and kids alike played. It was like war, one part of the street was one army, and the other was another. Alex was always a sniper. He picked up a ball, throwing the projectile straight at the American girls shoulder, because he didn't want to hurt her.