Amiga...

Part 1- Field Trip

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Amiga...

Part 1

 

I sat in the second to last seat on the bus, running my hand through my hair to pass the time since it felt like an eternity before we departed from school. The night before I had a long lecture from my friend Kim on how I Had to go with them to the Google field trip. I don’t even want to be an engineer I told myself, but agreed in order to not hear her nagging rumbling in my ears the following monday.

 

I didn't really want to go on this trip but my spanish teacher peer pressured me into doing so since she knew that I needed a push to want to apply to Universities. (I had no desire what-so-ever in going to college.)

 

“I’m gonna sit with Jorge! Hey Violet come sit with Izzy, he’s nice!”

 

At first I thought what the fuck dude! Kim had told me the night before that we were going to sit together and she goes and pulls a fast one on me to sit with her crush/hubby Jorge.

 

“Hi, is anyone sitting here?”

At first, my initial thought was Do you see anyone sitting here? but then I looked up and there she was. Big caramel colored eyes, almost immediately trapping my attention. (I was like daaaaamn) Long blonde hair extended to her shoulders as she sat down, I was able to catch a whiff of it. I caught myself staring.

 

“Oh, Nope!” I said as I removed my hand from my hair and shoved it into my pockets

 

“Hehe, you’re funny.” she giggled, as she placed her bags on the shelf.

 

Throughout most of the trip I really couldn’t get myself to talk to her. I tried to come up with questions like Where are you from? or Do you like sports? Nope...Thats terrible! I tried to look at the sky or fiddle with my phone. She seemed to be entertained with what she was hearing because I kept hearing her mutter things and got kinda confused thinking she was talking to me. Right when I had closed my eyes and had given up on talking to her, she said something.

 

“Its hot on this bus, huh?” At first I thought she was talking to Jorge and Karla, but then I felt her bright eyes on me.

 

“Oh, yea I guess its because we're next to the heater.” In my head I couldn’t hold myself from signing Its gettin hot in here, so take off all you clothes. Oh god please do it... NO Be civilized! My conscience chastised.

 

“So where are you from? Ismael isn’t it?” How does she know my name? I thought.

 

“Yup, and well I was raised here in San Jose, I’m a sophomore I guess?" I said as tried not to smile like a creep.

 

She laughed and continued asking me questions. It seemed like an interview or more like a questionnaire where I wrote down all the information about my life. What’s your favorite subject? What's your favorite banda? ect.

 

It felt like only a few seconds had gone by, maybe because I enjoyed it, or maybe because I’d never met anyone so interested in me, but soon, I heard her say, “Hey we are here! I made up my mind Ismael, lets hang out!"

 

I swear I wanted to squeal like a baby pig, but I kept my composure. Keep it cool dude. Don't be a creep. “Yeah! sure!” I said as I hopped off the bus.

 

“Well, you two seem to be getting along well.” Jorge stated sarcastically as he fixed his hair.

 

“We are Mr.Grayson, we are.” We always called him grayson because the guy looked like an exact replica of robin but with a Mexican accent and smaller complexion.

 

“Fuck up, At least I don’t have my pubes on my head!”

 

“I’d beg to differ.”

 

Violet and Kim came back from getting our name tags. Google had required us to wear them in case we got lost. An official would be easily able to find us and bring us back. Karla tossed Jorge’s tag over his head and he made a crazy 180 degree fail on to the floor face first.

 

“You alright? That’s why you didn't make the team skippy.” I gloated as I helped him up. Violet came and placed my name tag on my chest, and flattened it with a hard slap. It hurt, but was enjoyable at the same time. Next we ventured off into the Google tour.

 

We had fun in our small group of 4, but we literally almost died laughing when we had lunch because we were the only group that got the pleasure to sit on the floor. The buildings seemed like mazes, but were comfortable. The field trip was fun as we got to talk to professionals and visit their offices that we about 3 times bigger than my apartment. It seemed like we spent more than a day in the city, but eventually we got to take our group picture.

 

“Ismael, come on, why are you you far way from the picture!” She yelled as she grabbed me by the forearm and put my arm around her waist. Well this was unexpected...OMG SHE WANTS A PICTURE WITH ME!

 

After that I didn’t want to think that the day would end. I’d wish that It would last a little longer, I don’t think I’d ever had such a great time on a field trip. To think that I was even contemplating coming.

 

We came back to San Jose and took another group photo but as the students of James Lick (my high school), but after we got off the bus I couldn’t find her. Well that sucks Isma you didnt even ask her for her number or anything.

 

I had a long walk home and smiled the entire way, at least that’s what my neighbor said since I completely ignored her yells as she screamed from her car asking me if I wanted a ride. I guess I was just really into the music I was hearing or the trying to remember the formulas for the homework Kim and Jorge had told me before I left campus. I got home, turned on my laptop to check my homework assignments on school loop and I saw that I had gotten a notification on facebook. I logged in and wondered maybe Jorge and Kim snapped a picture of me doing a derp face. Then I saw...

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“Best day ever.”

I whispered as I leaned back on my bed wondering how this day could get any better.

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