Curly Headed Cutie (Original)

Chp. 17: "Say less!!"

The Next Day...

Tiffany's POV:

"I bet neither of you can catch this grape in your mouth!" I taunt, wiggling my eyebrows at Simon, Sebastian, and Daniel. They stare at the grape in my hand, intently.

"MOVE, SEBASTIAN!" Simon says, annoyed, pushing Sebastian. Sebastian shoots him a glare, and shoves him, "Don't fucking push me, Alvarez!"

"Y'all might as well back out now, ain't no way you're going to catch it acting like that," Daniel says, smirking. Sebastian and Simon both shift their glares over to him, and I giggle.

It's currently lunchtime, and we're outside, playing a good game of catch.

But with our mouths.

"Okay, ready?" I say, holding up the grape. They all begin fidgeting, as I toss it in their direction.

"I GOT IT!!!" Simon shouts, pushing Sebastian's face. Sebastian yelps, falling backward and off the bench, "YOU BITCH!!!" Suddenly, Daniel grabs Simon's shoulders and jerks him back, and off the bench.

Catching it in his mouth, Daniel also falls off the bench. I laugh hysterically, they all laying on the ground. Sebastian smacks Simon in the face, hard, as he sits up. Simon hisses, bringing his hands to his face, "OW!!"

"Asshole! Why'd you do that?!" Sebastian growls, as Simon sits up, still holding his face. Daniel lays on the ground, laughing, "I told you I'd catch it!"

"Yeah, by cheating," Simon says, bitterly, sitting back on the bench. Sebastian climbs back onto the bench too, glaring at Simon, "You cheated too, dumbass."

"What'd I miss?" Luka says, walking over, tray in hand. I look up at him, and shake my head, "Nothing, just a good game of catch..."

Luka chuckles, sitting next to me, "Sounds fun."

"Daniel cheated!" Simon complains as Daniel climbs back onto the bench. Luka chuckles again, "Sorry about that, Simon, but what did you expect he was going to do?"

"Not cheat.."

Luka rolls his eyes, "Anyway, Tiffany, you hear about an upcoming field trip for AP History courses? It's a trip to the museum."

"Oh! No, I didn't know anything about that. Sounds exciting!!! I love the museum and just history in general!" I reply, excitedly, and Luka chuckles a little.

Luka smiles softly, "I figured you would. Which is why I had asked if you knew about it. It's all based on a project we're doing, and we have to have a partner for it."

"Oooo! Sounds fun!"

"Yeah," Luka agrees, still smiling, "I hope I get you as a partner." I smile, and rub his black, short, curly hair, "Me too."

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All my classmates walk into the Auditorium and sit near the back seeing as there are other classes in here already. I stumble in the back, seeing as people keep pushing. I awkwardly keep walking forward, and end at the very back, with a whole row of empty seats to myself.

I pull at my hoodie and try to style my curly bangs a little better. I tap my foot rapidly on the floor, feeling uncomfortable.

Suddenly, I notice Luka walking in, his class not far behind him. He sits next to me, his friends filing in next to him. I smile, pushing up my glasses, "Hey Luka! You excited? I know I am!"

"I can tell," He laughs, his soft, blue eyes staring into mine, "I am too."

"Yo, Luk!"

We both look to Luka's right and find a guy with long, dirty blonde, wavy hair nudging Luka. He looks from him to me, his eyes dark blue, "Who's this?"