Guns & Roses (WATTYS 2017)

four - english & spanish

| so crazy to see that we're already ranked in the romance section! |

You have got to be kidding me.

I freeze for a moment. Maybe if I don't move he won't be able to see me. 

I close my eyes and will myself to become invisible. Hey, it works on tv. 

But, unfortunately, my life sucks and I am not stuck in a flat screen. So, I slowly turn to look at him. And he is freaking glaring at me. The alarming hatred in his eyes takes me aback, and I wide my eyes at him. Seriously, is he on acid or something?

"Are you mute?" He barks quietly and I shake my head from my thoughts. 

"Huh?" I blurt out. What is he-

"I asked you a question?" He says through gritted and white teeth. Damn he has some pearly whites. 

"And that question was...?" I ask, squinting at him. My fear is subsiding quickly, I am back into my defensive and sarcastic-bitch phase. 

Which he certainly does not approve of. 

"Don't push me, gringa." He threatens, moving in closer to me. I look around, looking to see if anyone notices the Tasmanian devil closing in on me. I am surrounded by a cloud of him, sharp and masculine, the cologne addictive. 

Focus, Katya. Churro is being a little bitch. 

I look up at him with steel in my own eyes but he just glances down at me with a cocky expression, his pierced eyebrow raising slightly. He must pluck them for them to be that clean...

"I asked..." His mouth goes near my ear, and I hold my breath. Holy fuck what is going on? "What the fuck are you doing in my school?"

His words break me from whatever spell I was in and I shove him away from me, my hands coming into contact with a hard chest, but I don't dwell on the easily outlined grooves. Okay, maybe I dwell a teeny tiny bit. Don't judge me I'm a teen girl.

"Well, Luka, if you even had a smidgen of a brain, you would realize that we both live in the same school district, seeing as we live in the same condominium complex." I snap, placing a hand firmly on my hip. 

His silver eyes flash suddenly but with something greater than anger: suspicion. His expression grows murderous as he stalks towards me again. 

"How the hell do you know my name?" He hisses, his voice deadly and full of possible violence. 

I back up into my locker, scanning through the corner of my eyes for some sort of weapon I could use: crowbar, stapler, coconut, seriously anything that I could use to knock this creeper out. Great, I'm going to die against a locker. Classic.

Oh wait, wasn't churro asking me something?

I turn back to face him and his eyes are still filled with rage, but something inside of me twinges, saying "don't let him know that he scares you." 

And so I don't. 

I step forward, causing him to step backwards in surprise. I smirk, emulating the same look he held moments before. 

"Guess you'll have to wait and find out, Churro." I wink at him, and turn to open my locker. By the time I turn around, my hands filled with books, he has disappeared. 

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First period, English 12A. Second period Spanish 5A. Great, two language classes in a row. Ugh, there's going to be so much reading.