Unforgettable

Chapter 4

Celine Pov

We luckily made it to Garcia's before the bell rang, saving me from making a bigger fool of myself. I walked up to the chubby man, noting that Noah had gone to his seat. I thought I could control myself better around him, and have my emotions in check, but apparently, that was impossible. He had this smooth, deep, silky voice that attacked every atom that made up my composure. I struggled to keep calm as he helped with my books and let me use his locker. It was futile as soon as he asked for my number; nothing I was saying made sense and all I wanted to do was slap myself silly.

"Hey, you must be Celine. I'm Mr. Garcia but you can call me whatever you please, the kids do anyway. This is Spanish 4, so I'm guessing you already know a bit," He had a slight accent as he spoke.

"Yeah, I also studied French," He seemed like a nice person, eager to teach.

"Did you learn that at your old school? Usually, you can only take one language at a time."

"Uh, kind of. I was homeschooled and my parents are both French. My mom wanted me to learn Spanish as well as French."

"Nothing like a mother's love; teaching kids isn't as easy as it seems," I winced, a gross feeling washing over me.

"Where do I sit?"

"I don't really have a seating chart but window seats are the best," Mr. Garcia then pointed at one of the many desks and I went to sit down.

Once I settled into the seat, Garcia began his lecture. He was going over some review materials before pausing and walking to Noah's desk. I hadn't even noticed that he was only a few seats away. He was hunched over his desk, face facing me with his eyes shut while lightly snoring. His long lashes fluttered open as Mr. G woke him up, revealing his dark brown eyes. He clenched his jaw, making the jawline sharper. He had thick, dark brows, furrowing as he looked up at Garcia. His hair toppled into his eyes and he pushed it back, the simple action throwing me into a frenzy. I'm such a fucking creep. Garcia restarted his lecture and it snapped me back to reality. I tried my best to jot down his main points, not really understanding the bulk of it. I felt myself become dizzy with stupidity, looking at how much I was writing in the "What is this man talking about" section of notes. What is going on right now?

Garcia finished up, giving us the rest of the class to try to study, but the idea was lost on me. I was so focused on my notes, attempting to teach myself all the missing vocabulary that I missed out on important details. I knew how to speak Spanish, granted my accent could use more work but the things that were apparently on the exam seemed inherently impossible. Who needs Spanish anyways? Right? Yeah, it's fine. I'll just die. I looked up from my scribbles, distracting myself from impending doom. There was a guy sitting across from me, near where Noah sat and I was going to ask for help, but instead noticed Noah's absence. Where did he go? When did he go? How did I not notice? I must've looked like I was being absolutely mindfucked because before I knew it, Mr. Garcia appeared before me.

"Do you need a bit of help? You can be excused for the test since you're new."

"No, no there's no need for that. I'm just a little confused over this, and this, and that too," I showed him my notes, and pointed at the words I plucked out from his lecture.

"Alight, let's start here then," He helped me out for about ten minutes, leaving me so I can finally study the material.

As class came to an end, my phone went off. Ding! I looked at it and saw a message from an unknown number.

"Hey, it's Noah, save my number," I looked over at him and found him smiling at his phone.

"Yeah, 'course. Do you understand any of this?"