Talkative, Friendly and bubbly Sixteen year old Mariana Cabrera Meets New student;Quite, Cold and Anxious fifteen year old Levi Coleman by becoming his high school guide. Despite the two having complete different aesthetics and different ways of ex...
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Holding my paintbrushes I peak around the corner to where Levi and I's lockers were seeing him grab his kinetics textbook.
The second semester had started few weeks ago. Meaning new classes and stuff. Also meaning that me and Levi weren't blessed to have the same classes together like we did last semester.
I took art and psychology. Along with my mandatory english and Spanish.
He took boring man science stuff.
I pulled out an empty piece of paper and folded it in half before approaching him. "Hey look at this letter I got!" I said. his undivided attention goes straight to me with his textbook in hand.
"Dear, Mari," I began reading off of the imaginary letter. "you're shaped like a Victoria secret model. Your face resembles a thousand baby angels and your ass-"
"Who wrote that?" Levi clenches his jaw. I show him the blank valentines day card I found in my art class. "No one." I smiled. "You just got Mari!" I fist pumped the air.
I laughed at his face. He just stayed neutral. Thats the only font he has. "But just so you know, I have been getting a lot of valentines." I said. "People actually think a lousy card could take you away from me?" He mumbles.
I leaned against my locker. "You never know!" I teased. "Oh, shit. Better watch my back." He plays along. "Yes sir!"
He has been doing a lot better since the funeral. sometimes he goes into his modes where he's barely audible, sometimes he speaks just fine like now! he hasn't cried since that one time and I am not going to force him to speak to me about his emotions because it is obvious he does not know how to regulate them.
"Today, we're studying Picasso in art. he's a crazy person." I start knowing I butchered the word Picasso. I tossed the piece of paper and moved to open my locker next to his as he puts his backpack in his own.
As I swung the locker open I'm faced with a fat bouquet of white and baby pink tulips in a brown paper bag wrap with a pink ribbon. I gasped dramatically. "I got flowers?!" I exclaimed carefully removing the bouquet from the locker.
Levi stands tall like a proud puppy. "I wonder if this is Jack, he said he'd get me some flowers." I frowned at them. Levi's face drops. "Who the fuck is Jack?!" he asks. I turned to him with an evil smile.
I held the flowers in my arms like a baby. "I'm just kidding, Mi Vida." I said before gracing him with a kiss on the cheek. his skin tints a slight pink. "I've never gotten flowers before, this is exciting!" I exclaimed. "Well you deserve them." he stated.
