Remembering You

Will

(A/N: Sorry if this seems rushed –it was, so sorry. I might rewrite this chapter –probably will– but anyways enjoy)

--August 31st, 2026, Monday, Second Period--

"And this is your second period class." Willow says as we enter a classroom, and the first thing that catches my eye is a giant American flag on one wall.

"Well, that's... Interesting." I say, motioning to the flag. She turns her head to see what I'm talking about, and chuckles.

"We are a very proud country." She jokes, I nod. "Mrs. Laitinen should be here soon, but she's usually late."

"To her own class?" I ask, Willow nods.

"Most students take advantage of that, and come to class late." She says leaning on a desk. "Wouldn't suggest it, most of them get caught. The principal does stalk these halls." I nod and lean on the desk across from her.

"Noted, and shouldn't you head to your class?" I ask her, genuinely curious why she hadn't left yet. She scoffs.

"Wow, trying to get rid of me? Ouch." She says sarcastically. I snicker and shake my head.

"No, that's not what I meant, I-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know." She laughs. "My class is actually right down the hall, so I don't have to rush." I nod. "Plus I'd rather talk to someone than sit in an empty room."

"That's fair, but I'm not that interesting to talk to, so enjoy being bored." I say. Willow scoffs.

"I'm sure that's not true." She says smirking. "Tell me something about yourself, I'll decide if you're interesting then."

"What is this? An interview of some sort?" I ask her. She smiles and shakes her head.

"Nope, just small talk." She says innocently, but seeing how my last name ended up on the blog right after she heard it, I really doubted this was just 'small talk'.

"Mhm well, I guess something interesting about me is that I speak Spanish." I say. Willow lets out a whistle.

"Really? Can I hear some?" I shrug.

"What do you want me to say?" I ask her.

"Umm I don't know." She says, and starts tapping her fingers on the desk. "Introduce yourself in Spanish."

"Hola, soy Will." I say, and Willow seems completely unfazed.

"I could do that in third grade Spanish." She says, crossing her arms and smirking proudly. I scoff and cross my own arms. "Say a sentence about something, maybe then I'll be impressed." I roll my eyes at her suggestion but decide to do it anyways.

"Los almuerzos escolares apestan." I say, and Willow just blinks. "School lunches suck." I translate for her.

"Oh! Yeah, usually." She snickers. "Also dang, you're like completely fluent."

"Thanks, I've basically known how to speak it my entire life, so I hope I'm fluent." I say. Willow laughs and nods.

"That makes sense." She says, and looks towards the clock then back at me. "Do you have any siblings?" She asks me. I let out a groan.

"One, and he sucks." I say. Willow snickers and shakes her head.

"I'm sure that's not true, you're so nice!"

"Well, I guess he got all the bad genes because he's a total jerk." I say crossing my arms.

"Oh, really?" Willow laughs.

"Yes, really." I say, trying to recreate her voice. Which only makes her laugh harder.

"Umm excuse me?" We both turn to see a girl -probably Willow's age- smirking at us by the door. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" She asks us. Willow just chuckles, and I know for a fact my face has probably gone red at the question.