"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
Uh huh, that's right
Darling, you're the one I want, and
I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this"
[SEASON ONE-SIX]
eli moskowitz/hawk x fem!oc
demetri alexoplous x fem!oc x m...
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Martiza sat alone at a desk in the otherwise empty Spanish classroom. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights was the only sound as she flipped through her Spanish textbook, her brow furrowed in concentration. A pile of notebooks and crumpled papers lay scattered around her, evidence of her struggle with the exercises in front of her.
Miguel, sitting across from her, observed her quietly. Sunny, their usual partner for Spanish study, was missing due to a doctor's appointment, leaving Miguel and Martiza alone. He noticed her growing frustration as she flipped through the pages, her attempts to understand the Spanish phrases clearly not going well.
Finally, unable to ignore her struggle any longer, Miguel leaned over and asked gently, "You don't know Spanish?"
Martiza looked up, her face a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. She shook her head. "No, I don't. My mom doesn't know Spanish either. I'm Colombian, but I was never taught to speak it."
Miguel's eyes widened slightly with surprise. "Really? That's interesting. Well, I can help you out. I'm pretty good at Spanish, actually."
Martiza's eyes brightened a bit at his offer. "Oh, you can try. Sunny is amazing at Spanish. She's tried to teach me, but I get too distracted and never seem to catch on."
Miguel smiled, his expression warm and encouraging. "How about we make it a bit more focused? Why don't we have Sunny over tonight, and I can help you with your Spanish? It might be easier to get some one-on-one time."
Martiza thought it over, then nodded with a small smile. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea. I could really use the help."
As she glanced at Miguel again, her gaze fell on the bandage on his forehead and the dark bruise under his eye. Her concern deepened as she asked, "Hey, how are you doing? I heard you got beat up by Kyler and his friends."
Miguel's face darkened briefly, and he looked away for a moment before forcing a small, reassuring smile. "I'm fine. My mom just doesn't want me doing karate anymore."
Martiza's expression softened with empathy, and she reached out, placing a hand on his desk. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. It must be really tough for you."
Miguel's gaze met hers, and he could see the genuine concern in her eyes. It was a rare glimpse of vulnerability in Martiza, a side he hadn't seen before. "Yeah, it's been rough. But I'll manage. Thanks for asking."
