Third Person
"-uising, you might gain the whole world but is it worth the girl that you loosing be careful wih me", Yasmine sang. She was on a call with her best friend, Eliza.
"Nah cause the way that song had a chokehold on me, right? My lord", Eliza said focused on the computer screen in front of her.
"You seriously gonna finish that assignment?", Yasmine asked.
"I'm not you." Eliza said.
Yasmine rolled her eyes. She didn't really put in the effort when it came to school. She didn't think of it as a priority. If an assignment was easy enough she would do it. If it caused her stress or just "seemed too hard", she would skip out on it. After all she thought if all went wrong she would be a stripper. Eliza thought that was bullshit. Eliza wasn't a nerd but she knew putting in the effort could get you somewhere without having to put your body on display.
"Aight bye, ima leave the you alone now."
**Time Skip**
Yasmine POV
I walk into this lame ass school all over again. I see Eliza leaning on my locker waiting for me.
"Awwe, you waited for me?", I say jogging up to her and giving her a smile.
"Of course! But you won't believe what happened. I asked my mo...", as I'm half listening to my best friend talked about something, I see a tall boy trying to get through the hallway. He was tall and and skinny, but you could tell he still had some muscles. His hair look fluffy and freshly cut. He was fine. as. fuck. I see his head start to turn in my direction. Even though I want to look away before he sees me staring, I can't. Me and him make eye contact and I swear just about fell in love and as his dark brown eyes and-
"Are you listening to me?", Eliza asked, shoving me a bit.
"Yeah yeah, of course"
"What did I say?"
"Uhhh..." Luckily the bell saved me.
"Bye Elizaaaa", I said wrapping my arms around her. She wiggled out of my grip and walked away. "I LOVE YOUU", I shouted at her.
I make my way to my first period class, American History. Honestly it was my favorite. Not only is the teacher chill and doesn't give lots of homework, learning about the past is just cool as fuck to me. I take my seat in the very back next to this kid Jeremiah. I often do. He is usually quiet and reserved, but he's nice. I had worked on a project with him before and he's pretty smart too.
"What's up, Jeremiah", I asked him taking out my hand so he can dap me up.
"I'm aight.", he says returning the jester. I nod my head turning toward the front of the room.
"Good morning, class. For todays plan, we are going to continue going over that we started on Friday, and then i'll be introducing a new project.", Ms. Turner announces. I lay my head on the desk. I'm honestly really tired, considering I went to bed at 2 A.M last night. The lesson gets interrupted by the door opening. I look up to see who it is, only to realize that it's the boy from the hallway.
"Hello sir, you're like 15 minutes late."
"Sorry miss", he says giving her an apologetic look. "I couldn't find my class."
"Alright... take a seat next to Yasmine.", Miss Turner points at me, and a smile creeps on my face as I lower my head a bit.
He starts walking towards me and I can feel his eyes on me. He takes a seat and I turn towards him.
"Hi, i'm Yasmine", I take my hand out for him to dab me up. He returns the gesture.
"Was up, ma?", Oh is like tha? I smile at him.
"What's your name?"
"Mateo."
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A/N: Hey this is my first ever book i promise it will get better as the chapters go on.
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