let me love you | B.E.

two

Francesca's pov:

The tardy bell rings and everyone rushes to their seat, a girl sitting down in the empty one beside me. She seems unfocused and out of breath as she attempts to straighten out her ruffled, white lace button-down broiderie blouse that she paired perfectly with some low-rise grey cargo jeans. Yes, I am a complete and total fashion geek.

She soon caught attention of me staring at her and introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Nova. Are you new?"

I shyly nod my head, feeling a bit defeated by her outgoing energy. I'm not typically a shy person, but I get gay panic around girls who actually know how to dress.

"Speak no English, outsider?" she teasingly asks, a playful grin spread across her face.

I roll my eyes but can't control my smile, "I do. I just moved down here from the Bay Area."

"Oh, what for?" she pries.

"Nothing interesting, my dad had to move for his work," I shortly explain while putting my supplies on the desk.

She says nothing in response—just simply hums and leaves the conversation at that. Our Spanish teacher finally starts the class and I burn holes into the clock as I wait for the time to pass any quicker.

"Ms. Mendoza, since you are so interested in the clock on the wall, why don't you translate the time to the class?" Ms. Lopez snaps at me.

"Son las nueve y cuarto," I speak fluently. (A/N: translation: it's 9:15)

"Muy buena, Francesca," she says overly impressed for something so short and easy.

This bitch– she was just yelling at me a second ago???

Ms. Lopez goes back to teaching the lesson and I rest my head on the desk, hoping to get at least a couple minutes of sleep in before my next class.

"Psst!" Nova taps my shoulder.

"What?" I mumble into my arm I'm laying on, not lifting my head up.

"Do you like– speak full-on Spanish?" she asks dumbfounded.

"I'm not fluent, if that's what you're asking. I used to speak it when I was a kid."

"Cool," she says before going back to taking notes.

"Alright class, there's five minutes left until the bell rings. You can use this time to pack up," Ms. Lopez says while sitting down in her spinning desk chair.

"Yo. Before we leave, show me your schedule. I wanna see if I have any other classes with you," Nova says all smiley.

I pull out my schedule from the front pocket of my backpack and hand her the folded piece of paper.

"Okay," she says to herself while her eyes scan over my list of classes,"we have Spanish, film, and biology together."

"Okay, I'll see you in fourth then," I tell her, grabbing my schedule back from her before slinging my bag over my left shoulder and walking out.

Billie's pov:

First period of hell is finally over, but passing period only gives me five minutes to get from the south wing of the school to the east wing. I start running down the halls in attempt to get there faster until I remember that I need to put my biology textbook in my locker first so I don't have to carry it around. If it was just a normal sized textbook, I would not care so much, but this shit is like four inches thick so it's heavy as fuck.

I finally get to the end of the south hall and make a left turn instead of a right to get to my locker. Did I mention my locker is in the west wing? Yeah, I'm fucked.