in which the new girl from New York befriends the friendly cheerleader who happens to be hopelessly In love with one of the boys that she is shacked up with.
my life with the Walter boys
season one
issac garcia x fem!oc
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THE WORLD was too loud, traffic, streets lined with people and cars. Even in a small town, it all becomes too much - in an over stimulating way that crushes your soul and your patience causing a lot more stress that someone can handle.
The school hallways were all of that mixed into one massive problem and Rosita Alonzo couldn't handle it anymore, so the droning on of her chemistry teacher went unheard as she sat in the very back of the classroom, her head resting in the palm of her hand.
She could pretend to be listening but the chemistry teacher textbook that lay underneath her elbow was still shut.
Rosita sat up straight, her vision blurring with unshed tears as her heart to begun to ache in her chest. The cheerleader practically stumbled from her chair as she walked towards the classroom door, struggling to get any oxygen into her lungs.
The teacher called her for but went unheard.
Rosita left the room, gasping for air as she clawed at her chest, dots lined her vision as she stumbled down the hall and into the safety of the girls locker room, her handbag thudding against the floor.
Her hands grasped the edge of the sink, tears falling from her eyes. She gasped loudly, the world around her beginning to spin, her knees feeling weak giving her no choice but to lower herself to the ground pressing her back up against one of the wall.
She pulled her knees up to her chest wrapping her arms around them.
Rosita couldn't see anything anymore, tears and dots lining her sight as she felt herself on the edge of passing out.
Quick footsteps entered the locker room, Rosita could only make out the silhouette of an individual rushing towards her sliding on their knees, hands grasping her face.
"Breathe, Rosita." They said, panicked.
"I need you to breathe!" Issac got a bit louder as he grabbed her bag rustling through it. "Where is your inhaler?"
Rosita felt a raspy sob escape her body as fear coursed through her veins, Issac wiped away her tears as they fell, his heart thumping against his chest.
Issac was known for doing a lot of stupid stuff, he had messed up with Rosita before and he had promised that he wouldn't do it again. And he was about to do something really fucking stupid.
His hands grasped her face and pulled her in pressing his lips against hers, Rosita froze, her heart thumping even harder, she could practically hear it now.
After a moment, he pulled away. His eyes glancing her up and down.
