Jalonto (jaysantoxkiloni love story)

New student

{Kiloni’s POV}-Three months later

I was on my way to my last class for the day. The bell had released us from 7th period. Behind me it sounded like someone was running towards me people were shouting…”MOVE OUT THE WAY, THE QUEEN IS COMING THOUGH!!” I did as was told as “the queen” of east high ran past me sobbing her eyes out. You know simmone Gregory, chres’s girlfriend? Yea she was crying tears of sadness and I was curious as to what was up. People were asking questions and wanted to know what was going on.

Teacher: ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. NOTHING TO SEE HERE FOLKS. WE STILL HAVE AN HOUR AND FOURTY-FIVE MINUTES LEFT OF SCHOOL SO MARCH TO CLASS PEOPLE. EVERYONE IN THE WORLD CRIES SO THERE’S NOTHING NEW.

Ugh. I hate when teachers say stuff like that. It urks my nerves. When ppl was rushing passed me to get to their classes I stopped by my locker to switch out my 7th period geography book with my 8th period Spanish book. I loved Spanish! Me encanta español!I closed my locker as I heard what happened with simmone.

Girl: So what happened with the queen?

Girl 2: She got her heartbroken.

Girl 3: *gasps* that poor angel. Who in their right mind would break her heart?

Girl 2: Guess.

Girl: Hmmm her parents?

Girl 2: WORSE.

Girl 3: who?

Girl 2: It was the king.

Girl 1 and 3: *gasps* NOOOOO. It couldn’t be the King.

Let me guess the king is—

Girl 2: *nods head* Yep.

Girl: That bastard. I should go up to him and punch him in the face.

You do that and I’ll beat the shit outta you. That’s my bestie you’re talkin about. Even if he’s broken the queen’s heart. *rolls eyes* She’s pretty it’s not like she’ll never find someone else. She’s pretty. What boy will turn down a honey cream Barbie? If I was “the king” shoot I wouldn’t. They kept talking and I didn’t care anymore so I moved on. My Spanish class was on the second floor so I walked down the hall trying to get there on time. I wonder if he broke up with simmone? Oh man that would be sweet! WAIT! No that would be terrible for bestie, but good for me. Sometimes you just have to move on. Maybe they weren’t meant to be. Anywho I hummed silently to myself when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. It started me as I turned around to see who it was. My first thought: “I hope it’s chresanto,” but alas it wasn’t. Instead it was this nerdy looking girl who was maybe 3 inches taller than me who wore glasses, her hair was tied up in a ponytail. She wore this white shirt with black peace signs over then olive green overalls, a black leather jacket, some black doc martens, a gold chain and a silver eagle necklace. I was confused on why she wanted to talk to me, but at the same time I never seen her before she must be new.

Nerdy girl: Hello, do you know where senor garcia’s clase is?

Me: Hi and sure. That’s the class I am heading to now. Just follow me and we’ll be there shortly.

Nerdy girl: *smiles* bueno y gracias.

Me: De nada.

We walked up the stairs to the second floor and entered into Senor Garcia’s class.

Senor Garcia: Ah welcome senorita lee and um who’s this?

Me: Hi Mr. Garcia. I mean Buenas tardes senor Lee. Um, I’m not sure who she is. She just asked me where your class was and I told her to follow me.