Outlawed | Chris Evans

Chapter Three | Mixed Signals

I was done with my paper, I counted and I only had written 436 words. This is going nowhere. I mean, I included everything I could. I went to his desk, and stood there until he looked at me.

"I'm guessing that you're done." He said glancing at me with empty eyes. I could swim in those gorgeous blue eyes.

"Actually I am but I don't think you'll accept it. I couldn't write 700 words." I said handing him the papers.

"You may be excused, have the completed work on my desk by tomorrow. " He  said standing up and handing the paper back at me. Well somebody is grumpy.

I stopped by at Tom's place to get my notebook. I knocked and after a few seconds he opened.

"Ola mi amor." He said leaning over the door. I laughed.

"Can I have my notebook please?"

"Si, un momento." He said and rushed upstairs. It took him 5 minutes. He came back, gave me my notebook and tried to catch his breath. I laughed at how stupid he looked.

"What's up with you trying to speak Spanish?" I asked. He stepped outside and closed the door.

"Kat, I'm failing Spanish and my parents have no idea, so I'm trying to fix it." He said whispering. My mouth motioned into an 'o'. It makes sense.

"Well, I don't understand how 'trying' to speak Spanish is going to help you." I said sarcastically, he laughed.

"See you tomorrow." I said, he put his hand on my shoulder. He was kinda invading my personal space.

"See ya." He said with a cowboy accent. I laughed and waved him goodbye.

The next morning I woke up 3 minutes early. Progress. I still had to rush because I had Ms. Johansson for first period, she does not accept late participation. And she kinda directly sends you to the principal. She has no mercy. I walked into the class calmly, I was a minute early. I sat next to Tom. He takes literature too. Ms. Johansson came just in time, she also is never late.

"Good morning." She said putting down the essays she collected last week.

"I graded your essays, today you'll see your mistakes and we'll talk through them. " She said handing us our papers back. When she came to Tom's desk. She stopped and glanced at him. This is not a good sign.

"Mr. Cabrera, do you remember how many words I assigned you to write?" She said looking at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, 500 words." He said stuttering.

"And how many words did you write?" She said with the same tone.

"Um, I don't know."

"I do." She said slamming Tom's essay on his desk.

"463." She said looking at his paper. I tried not to laugh, Tom's face was priceless.

"Did you really count how many words I wrote?" He said in shock. I might've giggled a bit.

"Yes, indeed." She said and walked back at her desk.

"Give me your finished work after lunch." She glanced at Tom and gave us new homework. After class Tom was still in shock. I laughed at him.

I waited next to Phoebes locker.

"Do you know what I just realized." She said putting her books in to her locker.

"What?"

"Cheese is chewable milk." She said seriously. I rolled my eyes to her, we walked to the cafeteria.