Million Dollar Girl

Chapter 4- Mr . England Next Door

'' Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition''- Alexander Smith

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Ella's POV

 Gym was just gym. We played volleyball and thankfully, I wasn't picked. Raine and I were currently on our way to our last period of the day, Home Economics. When we got there, the other students were just filing in and so was the teacher.

'' Okay class I have a surprise!,'' she exclaimed. The class collectively groaned. Judging by the class' reaction, I'm guessing her idea of surprises weren't great.

So what's the surprise? 

'' You guys are going to be doing the baby project,'' she beamed.

Bruh.

'' Don't worry, this assignment will teach you a great life lesson. It's also worth fifty percent of your final grade. I will also be placing you in pairs''

I wonder who I'll get paired with.

I hope I don't get a leech for partner and have to do all the work. I hate people like that. I was pulled out of my reverie when the teacher started to call out names.

Kelly Carter and Ryan Jennings

Mike Mitchell and Dana Hernandez

Matt O'Connor and Mona Danver

Raine Reynolds and Jeff Reese

Beside me, I heard Raine breathe out a sigh of relief. She was probably worried about who she would get paired with too.

David Nelson and Kara Pratt

Isabella Bianco and Jole Santos

Isabella and who? Who the hell is Jole?

'' Okay class, get into your pairs so I can hand you your babies,'' the teacher said once she was finished calling names.

She mumbled a quick goodbye to me as she left to find her partner. Just as I was about to move, a bag plopped down on the desk next to mine. I looked up to lock gazes with the guy who was supposedly my partner.

Jole Santos.

'' Are you Isabella?,'' he asked in an accented voice.

Hmm, Mexican.

Now I'm hungry.

'' Yes,'' I answered. Man he's good looking...wait what?. Behave yourself Ella.

He sat down.'' You have weird eyes,'' he stated. The second time I heard that today.

'' Thank you?,'' I said but it came out as more of a question.

'' You're welcome,'' he smirked.

'' Isabell and Jole,'' the teacher said standing at our desk. '' You are now the proud parents of a bouncing baby. Feel free to name the little cutie what ever you like and I expect both of you to participate in this project. Especially you. Mr . Santos''

'' Of course, Mrs . Jones,'' he said, smiling at her. Mrs . Jones handed me the baby doll wrapped a blanket.

I've always liked babies. Fake or real.

'' Look I-,'' he started but I cut him off.

'' No,'' I interrupted. '' You can and will commit one hundred percent to this project. I will not fail this class because of your laziness''

'' I prefer the term ' selective participation','' he smirked. '' And I like my girls a little feisty''

He trailed his index finger down the side of my face and I smacked it away. He chuckled.