"Benny."
"What is it this time?"
"I learned a new word in Spanish, do you want do hear it?"
"Sure, i guess."
"Pendejo, you're a pendejo."
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in which the new girl falls in love with a certain hispanic.
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- | M E R C E D E ' S P O V | -
"DON'T MAKE ME GIVE YOU GUYS DETENTION." Mr. Wilson's voice boomed from across the classroom. Wendy and I shared a glance trying not to laugh.
It's only my first day and I've already gotten in trouble like 3 times.
"Sorry, Mr. Wilson." I spoke, 'sincerely'. He shook his head at me and turned his head back to the board writing down random equations.
I paid attention for the rest of the class, occasionally looking at Wendy and making weird faces causing her to giggle. Once Mr. Wilson turned around and asked what was funny I decided to act innocent.
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"Come on! You need to see this." Wendy yanked me through loads of people to a bench, she quickly sat down pulling me down with her.
To say I was confused would be an understatement, I looked around at all of the people from our school.
It made me anxious, they're were all different types of groups. The popular kids, the band kids, you name it.
"Pickle!!!" A kid yelled, jumping up from the bench he was sitting on. A few other boys also jumped up and they started running closer to the field to get a better look.
I saw a tall boy with tanned skin running back and fourth trying to get to the next base. I watched in amazement.
"Cool, right?" Wendy nudged me, I responded with a nod as he finally got out of the pickle and finishes running the bases.
His friends I'm guessing was cheering for him, I found myself clapping for this complete stranger.
"He's good." I spoke, with a little smile on my face.
I don't even know who this boy is but he was pretty cute.
Wendy laughed and pulled me away, "come on, it's time to go home." I pouted wanting to see the mystery boy for a little bit longer.
Little did I know that a certain pair of eyes were on me.
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I stared at the girl as Wendy Peffercorn walked away with her, their arms interlocked. They were in deep conversation about something.
"Benny man is swooning." Kenny exclaimed, nudging my shoulder with his elbow. I shoved him slightly making him burst into laughter.
The boys were laughing because my cheeks held a pink tint. "I don't even know her, how could I be swooning." I rolled my eyes.
"I don't know, but I'm going after my girl." Squints smirked, running after them. I shook my head at him.
"I'm surprised Wendy hasn't killed him yet." Bertram spoke, watching Squint's attempt wrap his arm around Wendy's shoulder which he failed miserably at because he was a whole foot shorter than her.
We all walked away. I was silent while the boys held a conversation about Babe Ruth. I was too focused on the mystery girl.
"What's her name?" I asked Kenny, he gave me a confused look. "Huh?"
"The girl, what's her name?" I asked again. He came to a realization of what I was talking about and made a slight O shape with his mouth.
"Her name is Mercedes Bishop, she just moved here like a week ago." He stated. I nodded my head.
Mercedes... a pretty name for a pretty girl.
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A shortish boy ran up to us and attempted to wrap his arm around Wendy's shoulder. She rolled her eyes at him.
"Knock it off." She shoved him away from her slightly. He pouted a tiny bit while I laughed at their interaction.
"Is this your boyfriend?" I wiggled my eyebrows at Wendy and she glared at me playfully.
"Ugh, as if."
"C'mon baby, don't be like that." The boy said flirtatiously, I giggled as Wendy rolled her eyes once again.
"I'm Squint's, her soon to be husband." He went up beside me.
"Mercedes Bishop."
"Oh, I've heard all about you. You're the talk of the school." He smirked, nudging my arm.
"Really, why?!"
"Because you're so 'pretty.'" He laughed, looking behind him for some reason. Wendy nodded her head at that.
"They aren't wrong." My cheeks turned a slight pink. I wasn't used to being called pretty and all of this stuff. At my old school I would get made fun of for no reason.
I had long brown hair with blueish green eyes. I wasn't very tall, I was atleast 5'1 maybe. I had a few curves here and there. The fact that people thought I was pretty made me blush.
"Miss Mercedes over here has a little thing for Benjamin." Wendy smirked, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. I rolled my eyes.
"Speaking of Benny, there he is right there." Squints looked behind him again, I also looked. I cursed myself for looking back so quick because he had his eyes set on me. I looked back ahead.
His looks made my knees weak, he had thickish eyebrows but they were nonetheless perfect, he had the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen.
- | B E N N Y ' S P O V | -
I got a good look of the girl that was standing a few feet in front of me. She was beautiful and I caught myself in a trance staring at her.
She had the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. They were a bright blueish green. They could hypnotize you if you stared into them for too long.
She stared back at me but looked back ahead quickly.
