Interracial Magcon Imagines (BWWM)

Matthew Espinosa Imagine- Black where it counts

"Yah so that's basically how I got my foot stuck in the mailbox." I said, telling the crazy story to my best friend Vanessa.
"I really worry for you sometimes Y/N. I really do." She replied shaking her head.
"Whaaaaaattt it's an easy mistake. It could have happened to anyone." I defended.

*BRINGGGGGGG*

The bell rung before she even had the chance to say anything.
"Alright class that's enough chit chatting. Return to your seats and let's get started." Ms. Pearson said.

Vanessa stood up from the seat she pulled up beside mine to go to her seat up front. I looked over beside me and mentally cheered when I saw that he wasn't here today. I grabbed Vanessa's wrist and pulled her down in the empty desk.

"What are you doing??!?!?" She whisper yelled.
"I want you to sit beside me. Plus he's not here." I whispered back.
"No she'll notice." She whispered back.

Vanessa was the type of girl that's not afraid of anything or anybody so I am very shocked that she was scared of Ms.Pearson.

Ms. Pearson is a very beautiful tall black woman with long black flowy hair that was usually very loosely curled. She dressed very nicely everyday, as if she were the head of a law firm or something. She had a no bullshit tolerance and would always know what was going on. She also was a master at the look. You know the one, that every black mama does and you automatically cut your games. Yup that look.

"Fine!" Vanessa snapped sitting down beside me.

Ms. Pearson took out the attendance folder and zipped through not even looking up once.

"Vanessa, would you like to return your seat now before I look up or, wait till I tell you to?" She asked finishing up the attendance.
Vanessa popped up and was in her seat so fast. Not even a second later Ms.Pearson looked up and smiled at the class standing up.

"Good afternoon class. It's nice to see that everyone made it to their seats with no problems." She said winking at Vanessa .
"Because, I ALWAYS notice." She said looking at me.
"Anyways so today we will be starting ACT2, using R.A.D. Where we will read it, analyze it, and discuss it." She explained the whole class groaned.(A/N: I totally just made R.A.D up but, it sounds very teachery. Am i right?)

"You shouldn't be groaning until you see your essays that I will be handing back." She said going into her filing drawer. She pulled them out and held the big stack in her hands.
"Overall these were well done. We just all need to work on little grammatical errors here and the-" she started.

The classroom door flew open and in walked him. I groaned because I really thought he wasn't going to show up today.

"Matthew Espinosa? Why are you late for my class? What is this like the third time this week?!" Mrs Pearson scolded.

"Good question, an even better question would be why do you care? Or why do you feel the need to ask me why I'm late every time as if that will magically make me on time?" He sassed.

(A/N: I actually said this to a teacher before.)

"Yesss those are good questions but an even BETTER one would be why are you failing my class? And why are you a twelfth grader that seems to only be able to read at a third grade level?" She sassed back.

The whole classed "ooohhhhh" and erupted in laughter. Ms. Pearson don't play!!! Matt was at a loss of words and just stood there.

"Please take a seat so, we can begin." She said and he started walking to his seat.

I groaned on the inside as he sat in his seat beside me. I looked over for a split second because of the obnoxious noises he was making to settle into his seat. He saw me and smirked then sent one of his infamous winks. I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes then payed attention to Ms. Pearson.