➸Room 43

-Chapter 15-

   "What question?", I said with a confused voice, but then I remembered,"oh wait the one about college?". I looked up at him through my eyelashes.

   "Yea, I wanted to know what college you go to or want to got to...", he looked down as he said this, he looked maybe embarrassed.

   "Ohh well I just finished college actually. I went to USC, my best friend Carol- Anthony's ex girlfriend- went to UCLA. We still went out together on the weekends tho.", I smiled when I said this. I remember all the stupid things Carol and I did.

"Oh cool, isn't USC a really good school in California?", he looked genuine when he said that.

Maybe he's interested??

"Yeah, but people make it out to be a huge school with rich snotty people but they are very wrong.", I rolled my eyes as I said that because it's true. I met really nice people there and made wonderful friends.

I wonder what college he went to? Did he even go to college? How old is he?! He can't be that old he looks like early twenties.

"Oh really, why is that? Why are they wrong?", his Australian accent was thick and he was smirking.

What a nice combination...

"Well I'm Hispanic and there were also a lot of Korean, Chinese, and Japanese.", I smiled when I said all that. Saying I was Hispanic reminded me of home. I remember going to Guatemala in the summers and seeing my Abuela*. I can actually speak really good Spanish.

"You're really hispanic? From were? Can you speak spanish?", he picked his head up to look at me and his eyes were bright. They were a light brown color, lighter than the usual coffee brown I always saw.

"Mis padres son de Guatemala y si yo puedo avlar espaniol.", I smiled and laughed slightly because I don't think he's ever met someone who speaks Spanish by the look on his face.

"No me degas que le estas ablando em espaniol ya?", we didn't even notice but apparently Anthony decided to join the conversation.

"Oh please, shut up. He asked if I could and I said-", I was in the middle of a statement when my phone went off. I looked down and excused myself, I walked out and answered the phone.

"Hey Isabella, what would you think if I said I was here to visit?", a very familiar voice said and I recognized it as Carolinas.

I squealed, "OMG, please tell me you're here and this isn't a sick joke.". I felt so happy I haven't seen her in person in a long time now.

"I'm here, but you have to pick me up at the airport.", she sounded excited but also scared.

I am a little scared too. We are both in a country we know nothing about.

"Oh my god, this is gonna be so fun. I've missed you so much. I'll tell the boys and we'll go get you okay. What airport are you at?", I started to make my way inside before I even finished talking.

"Boys? What boys? You never said anything about boys?! And at Sicily Inter National.", she sounded annoyed at the beginning but then calmed down.

"Oh shush, I don't have time to explain. We'll be there in 30 minutes.", I clicked before she got to complain.

"Come on boys, Carolina is back!"
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Abuela= grandma
"Mis padres son de Guatemala y si yo puedo avlar espaniol." = my parents are from Guatemala and yes I can speak Spanish
"No me degas que ya le estas ablando en espaniol." = don't tell me your already talking to him in Spanish
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616 // dedicated to my dad.