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One Month Later
**********************Alexandra's POV
It had already been a month and I absolutely despised school.
First of all Mr. Gilbert had been lowering my grades for "not doing my work". It was ridicules and unfair. He had chosen his favorite students. Sadly I wasn't one of them. *sigh*
Another thing that pissed me off were the Bimbos they seemed to be everywhere. Literally, they went around humping everything that had a pulse. Blah. It was disgusting.
I walked into my first period classroom and sat down in my assigned seat. I looked around bored as ever. My eyes landed on Austin as he came in. He sat down and immediately took out his book and put on his glasses. So cute.
As he turned the page to his book I noticed a bruise on his hand. What the hell. What happened to him?
He noticed me staring and pulled down his sweater over the injury.
"Wha..." I was about to ask him about the injury but was interrupted, by my oh so sweet teacher.
"Buenos días! Hoy les voy a dar sus examines para tras.!" Mrs White said as she grabbed the stack of papers and began handing them out. Ugh I don't understand what she just said. Its getting difficult to keep up.(A/N I know some of you don't speak Spanish so I will do the honors and translate what she just said.
"Good Morning! I'm going to be giving you back your tests"
Your welcome. Onward with the story)As I received my paper I saw a D+ on top. Yay. Just kidding I absolutely failed. I looked over at Austin and saw an A+. He didn't even care. I was jealous of him. He glanced my way and saw my paper. So embarrassing. He was probably judging me. Ugh just what I needed. Stop judging me gosh. What have I done to deserve this.
Mrs. White took out some worksheets and made us work with our neighbor. Great.
I began to work on it but was confused with the wording on the paper. I probably stayed on the first question for about 5 minutes. I looked at Austin and saw that he had already finished.
"Show off," I muttered hoping that he wouldn't hear me. But of course the world hates me so he was able to hear what I had said.
"Uh, would you like some help?" He seemed distant like if he was hiding something. I couldn't tell what it was.
"Yes please." I showed him my paper.
"You've only gotten to question 2? Wow." He slightly laughed.
"What's so funny?" I said as I looked back at my paper.
"You got question 1 wrong. You forgot the accent marks. You wrote 'Mi papa tiene 47 anos' Which translates to 'My potato has 47 assholes" He began laughing. I couldn't help but laugh to. His laughter was just so contagious.
"Do you think you could tutor me?" Austin seemed surprised that I would ask him for help.
"I don't know..."
"Please I really need this. if I fail this class it will go on my record, and that will affect my future. Please, oh please, help meh!" He seemed to think about it for a moment.
"Umm ok I guess." He passed his hand threw his hair. When he did that, the bruise showed itself.
"How come you have a bruise on your hand?" he quickly covered it up with his sweater.
"Oh...I umm... fell." He shifted slightly on his chair.
I didn't want to make him feel more uncomfortable so I changed the subject.
"Ok then lets exchange numbers." I got out a piece of paper and wrote down my number as he did the same. The bell rang and we all left towards our 2nd period class.
I couldn't stop thinking about Austin. Hopefully we can become friends but I'm not sure if that would be possible, because it seems Austin is going threw a lot of problems. Although I'll try my best to get Austin to open up. Especially with my potato that has 47 asssholes(≧∇≦)**********************
It's so dark outside. Its already midnight but I wanted to update because I know I've kept you waiting. I apologize. Im so tired I can't think about anything else to say other than have an amazing day or night.^_−☆ SHOOT FOR THE MOON AND EVEN IF YOU MISS YOU'LL LAND AMONG THE STARS (^з^)-☆
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