Catts POV
I love listening to cold play. The strum of the guitar makes me want to move. Something about the chord progressions.. Makes me feel like you'd listen to them on a long road trip. Reminiscing on your decisions of your life and trying to reach the goal of living life to it's fullest.. Yeah something like that. I know it's a random stranger thought, sorry digital media tends to let my mind carry off to distant nonsense. Staring blankly at my screen I don't comprehend any of the instructions. fuck. Looking to the girl next to me for some sort of advice she too has both earbuds nodding her head in a deep jam. Well shit.. I try again reviewing the video and the instructions and it kind of makes sense. Whatever coach Casey I guess this is teaching?! Teaching me how to use computer software with videos. Thanks. I sneak a glance behind me.. There she is.. Her bun tied tighty in the back, her grey pullover loose, but doesn't hide her perfectly proportioned hourglass figure beneath.. Her eyebrows perfection without he any sign of a pencil. She stares at her phone. Who's she talking to?.. NOT YOU CATT HAHAHA... Yeah I know Catt damn.. Turning around feeling slightly like a stalker I hear a rolling chair scoot back in an instant.
"You really wanna start shit with me nigga??!" Says a tattoo encased, Versace glasses, hispanic named Jaime.
The other guy laughs. "Don't be talking straight shit Jaime you can't handle any of this." My god these guys sound so fucking stupid I could laugh at how uneducated they sound. Whatever happened to school system, we focus on learning the material for the test and not the long run. Or if you're these guys, you cheated your whole way through high school with laughs and thug glances...
Speaking of glances, I turn my head slightly to the left to see her standing too, her camera out laughing silently to herself. Oh my goodness haha. Then it smacks me in the face! I might've missed the best parts of the argument because of cold play! Obviously she saw all of it! Oh my god I love you cold play.
Slipping out my phone and looking back at the scene. One guy was dismissed from class and the teacher took the other outside for a chat, she's sitting in her chair. Pulling up facebook I look up her beautiful name. Serena Alexis Bermea. Messages. Taking a deep breath I type "what did I miss??" and I wait. A moment later the bubble pops up that she's responding. Oh my God, oh my God , oh my God!!!!!
"Nothing really, Jesse-the other guy I'm assuming- just wouldn't shut up about some girl and Jaime just got defensive and they did ready to box but nothing happened Cuzzzzz of coach Casey" she's actually talking to me!!!!!!!!!!!
"Well I'm glad nothing happened Jaime might've gotten his ass beat" .. And the conversation continues. She goes on about the disagreement between the guys then it shifts into her saying jussssss like a snake and it confuses me and we laugh at my gullibility that's she wants to talk like a snake. She makes no sense but its cute. I want to understand her more. When the Bel rings she leaves in a flash not saying a word to my face, its okay. Maybe I can continue to talk to you through today, would that be okay?
