Finding the One

Chapter three

​The next week I happily wake up to find out that the smile is still stuck on my face. Last night I had a dream about hearing u-haul trucks moving Xavier's stuff into the house down the street that some old cat lady just moved out of. I literally pranced down stairs to the kitchen. As I'm going towards the kitchen, something orange in the window catches the corner of my eye. I back up and pull the smooth satin curtains away from the window and instantly my smile grows even wider than before. I throw the door open and run to the house next door forgetting that I'm still in my pajamas to find that the orange thing that I saw was just a "for sale" sign that the realtor had put up yesterday.

olccI dragged myself back to my house with the face of disappointment.

​"What's wrong sis?" My annoying little brother Antonio asked with total sarcasm "Expecting to see your boyfriend?"

"Shut up, Toenail!" I screamed at him.

​"Calm down, Marissa. What got you so excited to go outside still in your pajamas?" My mom asked grinning as she put a plate of pancakes down on the table.

"Nothing, I just thought I saw something that I saw in my dream." I murmured

"Why are you so stupid?" Antonio said

"Why are you such a -" I started to say something back but mom stopped me by giving me a look that meant "don't you dare". So I just shut up, ate my pancakes and went up stairs to get dressed.

When I got off the bus that took me to school every day, I saw Xavier looking at his schedule trying to figure out what classes were where. He saw me coming and opened his strong tanned arms for a hug and I couldn't help but to smile and do the same. This time, his arms were the motivation I needed after the disappointment I had had earlier this morning. His hug lasted longer than the last but I let go knowing we were going to be really tardy to homeroom. We walked up the two flights of stairs to get to homeroom. I could tell that Xavier was the type that liked to go play sports and workout because he chose the steps over the elevator.

We got to homeroom on time today and sat down in the back corner of the classroom. About 10 minutes after homeroom started, a guy a little taller than Xavier, went to Mr.Edwars desk and gave him a note just like Xavier's.

"Class, we have a student that just came from Puerto Rico last week and will be staying in California with us for a while. Please make David feel welcomed."Mr.Edwars announced.

He started to walk towards the back of the room where the only empty seat was and that was the desk to the right of me. He gently set his dark purple backpack down on the floor.

"Hi, I'm David Ayala." He said looking at me with his dark blue eyes.

His skin was about as tanned as Xavier's but maybe a little darker. His eyes were the prettiest dark blue I had ever seen. His hair was in a side slanted Mohawk and he had a streak of light green in it. The voice he had would make any girl fall in love with him as soon as they heard it. He looked amazing.

"Hey. I'm Marissa Rodriguez." I said still mesmerized in his eyes.

By the look on Xavier's face, I could tell he didn't like this guy because of the way I looked at him or he looked at me. Xavier is really jealous of David but I don't think he wants to admit it.

"You ok?" I asked already knowing he wasn't

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just don't know about this guy "David". He doesn't look like your type." He said with a hint of jealousy.

"How would you know what my type is?! You just got here last week."

"Your actions and personality speak for you. You want that type of guy that will sweep you off your feet and ride off into the sunset with you. Trust me; I've seen the type of books that you read every day." He said raising his voice

After he said that, my big brown eyes filled with tears and I could see in his eyes that he was sorry but I didn't care. The dismissal bell rang and I ran straight to the girls bathroom to wash my face and pull myself together. I left the bathroom to see that David was waiting outside for me. My eyes were still red from crying and I hated crying in front of other people, especially at school.