Short stories and Other Whatnots

Samantha & Veronica

The blaring noise of the school bells clouded Samantha Yvonne's mind. Taken aback by how unusually vivid the ringing noise was that moment, she stopped on her tracks and had forced herself against the sea of people, turning her back against the cool metal of the lockers. Samantha waited until the coast was clear and her ears free from the pollution of noise.

When the bell had stopped ringing its demonic sound, another noise had struck Samantha. The sound of heels ominously clicking towards her direction, Samantha's ears perked up as she heard the familiar sounds. Her eyes scanned the hallway and sure enough, there she was.

Veronica Montanez wearing her trademark Louboutin shoes, walking to her direction. Samantha knew her from 7th grade, back then Veronica only wore the most expensive sneakers. She remembered this because with Veronica's every step, golden sparks of light shimmered brightly from the soles of her shoes. It was only during sophomore year that she had upgraded her footwear to Louboutin and Prada.

She stood tall and proud in front of Samantha, her chin raised high and her eyes looking down at her; Veronica, Samantha had noticed, always had a powerful stance whenever she stood or walked. She would always be bursting with confidence and grace no matter how ridiculously high-end her outfits were for a place like their bland uneventful high school.

"So, are you going to move or what?" Veronica asked Samantha in a brusque voice, looking at her from head to toe. Samantha, surprised by the sudden interaction, raised an eyebrow at her. "Excuse me?"

She scoffed, a smirk appearing on her face, "You're blocking my way, Yvonne. Go and stare at a wall somewhere else. Jeez." Veronica said. Samantha looked behind her and realized she was indeed blocking Veronica's way to her locker. She swiftly moved out of her way and started walking to her next class by the end of the hall.

Samantha felt her entire body go into a blood rush, what is it about her? She asked herself, sneaking a look over her shoulder to see if Veronica was still there. A cold sensation ran all over her body when she saw that she was already looking at her. Samantha's neck snapped back so fast she almost thought she broke a bone. She quickened her pace and practically ran for the hills, silently praying that Veronica didn't notice that she was staring at her.

It was all Samantha could think about during class. She wasn't even aware of what class she was in, her mind was far beyond any help all because of Veronica Montanez. Strangely enough, Samantha started noticing things about her that she hadn't seen noticed before. There she was sitting two rows away from Samantha, casually blurting out translated Shakespeare lines from English to Spanish, her native tongue, for their linguistics teacher.

She noticed how snug Veronica's leather jacket was. She admired how the material hugged every curve present in her body. Samantha also noticed how Veronica's jeans looked good on her, almost too good. Her eyes wandered around her legs, seeing how the denim material hugged her thighs –

"Miss Yvonne?" The teacher called out, looking at Samantha curiously, "Would you care to translate the last few lines of Shakespeare in your own language?" Her eyes darted from the teacher to Veronica to the teacher, and then finally maintaining eye contact with Veronica.

Samantha started to translate the verses from English to French, enjoying the attention Veronica was giving her. She took note how her eyes looked from under the harsh overhead lighting, Veronica's hazel eyes giving off a piercing look good enough to kill. But Samantha, however, saw that it was far more different when she looked at her.

It was almost as if she was genuinely interested in what she had to say, even if it was just a few translations of Shakespeare's Hamlet. Samantha grew more curious by the second Veronica devoured her every word.