— • Spanish 3 & 4
12:03 pm:
The rest of school day goes by exhaustingly slow, and your conflicting feelings don't help. Your mind keeps wandering to Miles and his face. His distraught face.
God how did I manage to make things worse... you sigh and go to your next class.. it doesn't even enter your mind that Miles was in it. You just never realized because you two had never clashed before— not like today. Like ever.
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"Buenas tardes, y/n como estas?"
"Hola Senora Gomez, err.. un poco cansada y tu?"
(A little tired and you?")
"Bien bien." (Good, good.)
Mrs. Gomez gives you a warm smile. She's always loved you as her student despite your accent needing a little more work. Who can blame you though, Spanish 3 & 4 is pretty difficult.
You take a seat next to your classmate and take out your notebook, tapping on the desk with your nails as Mrs. Gomez writes her usual greeting on the smart board.
....
The bell rings and the rest of your classmates sneak in as you pretend not to see them.
"Hey y/n!"
"What's up y/n"
"Heya- Nothing much." You dap up your two classmates- it's been a pattern recently, people have been saying hello to you more. You would normally dismiss it because they probably want answers due to you doing well in that subject- or maybe they just want clout...but it hits you.
You don't even know their names.
You wince. Miles was right wasn't he?
"Ugh, has anyone seen Miles?" You hear your teacher ask all of you. Looking around, everyone shrugs.
"He's probably skipping or something. Right?"
"Probably.."
But one question catches your attention.
"Where the heck is he?"
What? Who could be asking about Miles?
//
\Gwen. Gwen Stacy./
You don't have much of an opinion on Gwen. Also because you've never officially met Gwen. You do know one thing though.
She has the biggest crush on Miles. And she never misses to make it obvious to him or anyone else for that matter. Which is one thing that you never understood. How could she like someone that gives her zero attention?
You cringe and think she can do way better than that. She has gorgeously long blonde hair, clear skin and wears a unique shade of zinc white, complimenting her skin perfectly. She deserves way more than chasing that rude boy.
//!!
"Y/n you okay?" Gwen had caught you staring.
That's embarrassing.. Instead you lean forward on your desk and reply:
"Yeah, sorry about that- you just look really pretty today." You flash her a smile and she blushes a little and returns your smile. She brushes her hair behind her ear before responding:
"Aww y/n thank you! You look gorgeous as always"
You laugh a little at the irony. "As always"
You develop a sense of style and people start noticing you your senior year. But I guess that's just how the world is.
"Thanks Gwen."
You end with that and look at the board. Your teacher sighs and continues writing on the smart board.
"What am I going to do with that boy..."
"Mrs. Gomez! He'll turn a new leaf soon don't worry" You hear Gwen tell her- but you're sure she's trying to persuade herself.
"Turn a new leaf?"
"Yeah, maybe just try something different with him?"
The teacher thinks to herself and was about to speak when Miles walks in. Right on cue.
"Mr. Morales. Why are you late?"
He stops himself from walking to the back of the classroom and stands in front of her. Either Mrs Gomez was really short or...he was really tall. Eh maybe both. He huffs and stuffs his hands in his pockets, already irritated with having to look so low at the teacher.
"Chill out, it's only been a couple times.. like five?"
"Actually six." Mrs. Gomez puts her hands on her hips and frowns.
"Hm... this'll be the last time then." He shrugs thinking it's resolved.
"Ay, idioto! You said that last time!"
"Oops?" He plasters a lazy smile while looking at her.
She pinches the bridge of her nose and pushes up her glasses. Shes about to snap. You just know it. As "nice" as she was she also happened to have a short temper.. let's play mediator then...
"Senora just leave it be, arguing with him is pointless."
Miles squints at you for a moment- raising an eyebrow but quickly his attention is on Mrs. Gomez when she inhales.. and...before speaking she mutters to herself you hear a faint: "try something new.."
"Miles... go to your seat."
The entire class gasps as he shrugs and moves to his seat in the back of the class.
"Everyone, we will be watching a movie... in full Spanish, thanks to Miles! And it'll be a partner assignment. I'll give you these worksheets to fill out and I'll assign you all with someone I believe you'll perform well with. Si?"
You nod at her and cross your legs, smoothening out your hair.
I'll probably work with Ganke, Peter, Alex or Gwen...
Mrs. Gomez assigns everyone while everyone shuffles to their partners and she reaches you.
She puts a pencil to her chin, before handing you the worksheet.
"Miles sientate aqui, al lado de Y/N"
Sorry, what?
MILES IS MY PARTNER?!
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