As the teacher droned on talking about, Viola's mischievous grin caught my attention. She leaned over and whispered, "Gloria, did you see that? Dean totally just checked you out." I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Viola had an uncanny talent for turning the mundane into a soap opera.
"Viola, not this again," I replied in a hushed tone, my eyes fixed on the notes in front of me. "Dean and I are like oil and water."
Viola smirked, undeterred. "Oil and water mix sometimes, you know. I'm telling you, he was looking."
I scoffed, dismissing her claims. "Nah, he was probably daydreaming about beating up someone or planning his next suspension."
Viola leaned in, her voice more insistent. "No, seriously. I saw it. The classic Dean smirk."
I couldn't help but respond sarcastically. "Ah, yes, the legendary smirk. I'm sure it was directed at my beautiful note-taking skills."
Teasingly, Viola suggested, "Or maybe he's just captivated by the literary genius of your doodles."
A chuckle escaped me. "Well, you can't blame him for having good taste in art."
Viola rolled her eyes, undeterred, whispered, "Seriously, though. He was definitely looking your way."
Glancing at the window behind me, I quipped, "Vi, there's a high chance he was just staring into the void outside. The real action is out there, not in me."
Viola chuckled in response. "You never know, Gloria."
Smirking, I said, "If you say so, Sherlock."
Viola grinned, echoing my sentiment, "Oh, the excitement never ends in this classroom."
Our laughter subsided as we returned to noting down the lectures, but little did we know that Viola's matchmaking escapades were far from over, destined to weave their way into the ongoing drama of our high school days.
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A week later :
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The hum of classroom chatter faded into an curious hush as our class teacher - Mr. Alistair walked in, an air of excitement trailing behind him. He announced the need for a Student Activity Wing (S.A.W) leader for the semester, a position that not only needed less work and responsibility but also a chance to rake in some extra cash. Despite knowing the potential benefits, a sudden shyness enveloped me, and my confidence wavered.
Viola, ever perceptive, caught onto my internal struggle. She nudged me, whispering, "Gloria, stand up! You've got this." I brushed off her encouragement, my hesitation evident. However, my friends, Gimmi, Anaya, and Phoebe, noticed my inner conflict. In a synchronized effort, they called out to Mr. Alistair, "Sir, Gloria's ready!"
Mr. Alistair, always encouraging, smiled, "Great, Gloria! No one else volunteering?" A pause filled the room. Just as relief washed over me, a familiar figure in the class, decided to make an unexpected entrance. He stood up, smirking, and casually raised a brow at me before addressing Mr. Alistair with a casual, "Sir."
Mr. Alistair, seemingly amused, declared, "Ah, we have two contestants. We shall have a poll then. Shall we? Mr. Dean and Miss Gloria?" I gulped. The room buzzed with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, and I found myself thrust into a competition I hadn't anticipated for.
Suddenly, my heart raced. The realization hit me like a truck. I gulped again and questioningly looked at Viola and whispered "Girl, what have you gotten me into now?". Dean, the popular 'bad-boy' figure, had thrown his hat into the ring, and now, a new challenge loomed ahead. How could I back out now?
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To be continued
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A Love that was never
Novela Juvenil"They said we were enemies. But in truth, I was in love with you. And I think secretly, you were in love with me too." "You need two hands for that?" "It's too big" He smirks at me. "Not againn. I need two hands to fill water in my bottle from the f...
