The Boy From My Spanish Class

Chapter 2

Reader's point of view...

I pressed on the snooze button when my alaram went off.
This was the third time I had pressed the snooze button.
I tossed and turned in bed, trying to get back to sleep, but the sunlight entering my room from the spaces between the blinds made it almost impossible.
With messy imperfect hair, drool on the corners of my mouth, and dark circles under my eyes, I slowly got up from my queen sized bed and opened the window.
What shocked me, was that the school bus had just passed my house.
I threw on a band T-shirt, blue denim shorts with black leggings underneath, and dark gray converse.
I had no time to brush my hair or apply concelear to my dark circles, so I put on a white beanie and sunglasses.
"Mom, I'm leaving already!"
I didn't wait for a response, I was in a rush.
As I was running to school, I saw that Craig boy from my Spanish class looking left and right, as if he was lost.
"You know," I started talking as I approached him, "there's a thing called 'Google maps' "
He rolled his eyes and walked faster, but to the wrong direction.
"Hey! Hey you! School's that way!" I yelled and pointed to my right.
Craig stopped and replied, "Who said I was going to school?"
"Well..uh..nobody.. but school starts in 14 minutes and-"
"You," he extended his hand, "come with me."
"If you don't fuck with them, they won't fuck with you," I mumbled as I started walking to school.
"There's free cake..."
"Only this time, Tucker!"
I grasped his hand and waited for him to run to where ever the hell he was going.
"Well what are you waiting for, I don't have all day!"
With his free hand, he flipped me off.
He starting counting down from 10, and when he reached to 1, he dashed through many streets.
"Here we are!" Craig let go of my hand and stood directly in front of a log cabin.
I tried my best no to sound rude, "Woaah, how nice?"
Craig walked into the doorless cabin and brushed off a spider web resting on the ceiling.
It was a really small cabin, so small that I couldn't even jump.
The only decent thing in the cabin was a black coffee table and a laptop on too of it.
"It's not supposed to be nice," he picked up the laptop, "this cabin has been here since 1980 some."
He continued talking about the cabin, and how many people have died there, and how he found it when he arrived at South Park.
"Back on track, I brought you here because I need to ask you something... Do you know how to hack?"
"I once hacked my mom's Facebook, does that count?"
"Okay good. You see, I want to hack into our Spanish teacher's bank account, and make it look like all his money is gone. It'll be a great April Fool's prank!"
My shocked expression soon formed it self into a sly smile, "How are we still not friends?"
He, with a expressionless face, flipped me off.
I don't know if I should take that as a good or bad sign.