You Keep Me Centered

Chapter 7

We all took our assigned seats, except for Rocky who didn't have one. There were three empty seats left: One to my right, one next to Bryan, and a lone desk in the corner of the room for if he had to separate anyone.

"What was your name again?" Mr. Ramirez asked, his Spanish accent slightly thick. His eyes remained on the computer as he pulled up the attendance, then he took a small glance at the new student.

"Rocky," she simply replied. crossing her arms and looking around at the class. "Where do I sit?"

"Just take the seat next to Jessica," the teacher replied, beginning to go through all the names. Rocky grinned over st me, sitting in the seat and nudging me in a playful manner. I didn't know whether to be relieved or worried that she was assigned next to me, but I forced myself to smile back.

"This doesn't seem so bad," she quietly pointed out, earning a scoff from me.

"Just wait until he assigns us work. You're not fluent in Spanish right?"

"No, why?" A look of confusion from Rocky.

"He assigns more work to those who are fluent," my face twisting into a grimace. It wasn't surprising that Rocky did the same at the sound of that.

"That's bullshit,"

"Just wait until he gives you a detention for sneezing,"

Though, the talk stopped when he stood up, introducing himself to Rocky and explaining out plans for the day. Writing and translating vocabulary, changing verbs to fit subjects, studying for our exam in two weeks, stuff like that.

"What type of fuckery is this?" Rocky asked, raising an eyebrow. I shrugged quietly.

"I've been asking the same question for 120 days," I replied, handing her a couple sheets of paper to do all of this since she didn't have supplies.
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23 vocabulary words, 10 verbs, and 25 pages studied later, we were left with 30 minutes of class remaining. Some were talking since they were done, some were working, and the rest were spaced out while staring at their notebook. I was already done, watching Rocky scribble through her work in pen. My head rested on my arms as I watched, correcting her every so often.

"I think he's looking at you," Rocky randomly stated as she worked, getting me to raise my head and arch an eyebrow.

"Who?"

"Him," she pointed over at Alan, smirking and glancing at me from the corner of her eye.

"Don't be ridiculous," I sighed, laying my head back down.

"Bitch, I'm not!" Rocky exclaimed, throwing her pen at me and watching it fall to the floor. "Can you get that for me?" She slightly laughed out.

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, grabbing her pen from under the table. I ended up hitting my head on the way back up, wincing and rubbing my head. My face flushed red again when people laughed, my gaze remaining on the floor.

"You good?" Rocky asked, taking her pen. I hid my face in my arms, sighing as I felt everything getting worse.

"Fan-fucking-tastic..." I replied, not bringing my face back up as I still heard laughter