Love, Heartbreak, and Crazy Bitches

Hard Not To Fall

Chapter 5
"Today I'm going to assign a partner project," Señora Martinez announced in Spanish class the next day.

"Hola, Señora Martinez," Daniel said, sauntering into the classroom and handing the teacher his pass.

She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, Daniel turned to face the class and scanned the room. When he caught my eye, he said, "Hola, Victoria," giving me a heart-stopping grin.

I could feel the stares of pretty much all the girls in that very classroom as I looked down at my hands in embarrassment.

While I picked at the chipped nail polish on my nail, I decided to suck it up and at least say something back. I mean, it wouldn't kill me.

I thought I was feeling bold, but boy was I wrong. I ended up just giving him a lame wave. I could hear him chuckle as he took a seat, leaning back in the chair in an i-couldn't-care-less-about-the-shit-coming-out-of-the-teacher's-mouth-kinda-way. It was pretty hot.

I couldn't help but think back to how unbelievably cute his dimples looked when he'd smiled at me.

Wait. No. What am I saying? I can't possibly like this guy. I mean he's a player. And I'm not gonna end up like one of those Wattpad cliché stories where the player falls in love with the nerd. No fucking way. I would never want a cliché relationship.

I mean this isn't a novel, it's real life!

Noticing that I'd spaced out Señora Martinez asked me to pay attention. What is up with teachers and their stupid projects and shitty rules? Fuck the guy who even invented school.

As Señora Martinez called out the partners I heard her pair me and Daniel together. Hell yes. After hearing my name being called, I went back to not caring about the rest of the blabber coming out of Señora Martinez's mouth.

Still completely spaced out, I suddenly felt something hit the back of my neck. Turning around in confusion, I spotted one of Natalie's stupid posse friends rolling up a piece of paper, ready to throw it at the back of my head. I narrowed my eyes at the bitch I recognized as Sadie and almost laughed out loud at how her face looked when she realized I'd known she was the one throwing paper at me.

What the hell is this? We're not in fifth grade anymore. Have I not had enough for a week? Geez.

I turned back in my seat, completely annoyed by Natalie's shenanigans. She's really pushing it this week.

Looking back to the front of the class, Señora Martinez continued to explain the details of the project. I couldn't get my mind off Natalie. Speaking of the bitch, I hadn't seen her lately. Before she mysteriously disappeared, she always just seemed to appear in the hallways ready than ever to torture my miserable ass.

Enough about her. I really needed to stop worrying about a bitch that didn't even think twice before she decided to make my life miserable.

***
A few days later in Health, Mrs. Davis checked in with us about how our pen pal projects were going. We'd only have to continue talking to our pals for a few more weeks then we'd have to make a one page reflection on how our experience was and blah blah blah.

Great. I groaned inwardly because of how hard Isaac was making this project for me.

"I know this project may seem a little strange, but the Health department really thinks it will aid students' skills in communication, which some of you are lacking," Señora Martinez announced, gesturing to the projector that displayed even more details about the project.