The Girl Who Was A Dream

Chapter 1: Didn't Your Dad Tell You?

Clocks are cool you know. Don't call me crazy but they're cool.

The way it ticks to a second, what's even crazier is that we created a second, actually we created time, so basically time doesn't exist.

So would someone please like to remind me when class finishes because I have no time for this.(did you see what I did there hahha, I know, I'm smart dumb)

"Por favor salga de sus libros de texto y gire a la página basada en la historia de España" What in the world is he talking about, all I got was that 'Espana' means 'Spanish' . I stare dumbfounded at my best friend Ashley as even she looks at me in disbelief, neither of us did this class due to interest, no, we needed more stupid credit because we want to get into an amazing UNI, and since Spanish is a small subject that only carries on for half the year we thought, 'why not?'.

"Ariana what the fuck do we do" Ashley looks at me with a concerned face while I hear a couple girls snicker in the back as she gives them a glare. As you can see Ashley is a very nice person. Around teachers. Then the girl in front of me turns behind to face me with a flick of her auburn hair.

"It means get out your textbook and turn to the page based on Spain's history" Her voice was actually more nicer than I expected, no bitterness, no annoyed sound, no anything. But then she turns around and let's out a single laugh which confused me but whatever because I'm not gonna start anything. What in the world did we get ourselves into?.

I open my textbook and see a whole page covered in writing that I don't understand, I go over what to do in my head and I come up with the idea that I have to translate every word in this book to english and just at least pass the test. 5 months, I can do that. As this is going on in my head I don't seem to notice that my face is scrunched up looking like I am trying very hard but not succeeding, well indeed I actually was but our teacher Mr. Martinet seemed to notice.

He walked up to my desk without trying to cause any students to look at us but a few lifted their heads. "Hi Missssss?"

"My name is Ariana but if you would like to know my last name it's Novad" As I said this I flashed a toothy grin and just smiled at him weakly.

"Well, Miss Novad, you seem to be having some trouble with understanding Spanish" I drop my head in shame and stare at the words on the book as they don't mean anything to me. I hate feeling ashamed and lesser th-

"Hola a mis amigos compañeros ¿qué personas sexy han estado haciendo? (Hello my fellow friends, what have you sexy people been up to?) 

All at once you could hear the sound of swooning and love struck teens fighting the urge to fall in love with this boy leaning against the doorway.

 Jake Martinez. 

The one and only. It was a regular thing to look at him believe me, I've had my fair share of staring but after a while it kinda got boring. His dirty blondish brown hair (ugh, amazing english *high fives myself*) , Green eyes, He's muscular body which is also lean and tall, the way his lips are plump but not too big, his Jaw and cheekbones are sucked in and his sense of style is well.... Honestly believe me when I say, He puts fashion companies to shame with his clothing. He can sing and play instruments. But to top it all off he is the school's number one bad boy, and one of the most popular kids but he doesn't hang out with them. Honestly you would have to be blind not to find him attractive but I know something that I don't think anyone else does but it's not my secret to tell. AND HIS SMILE, HE'S GODDAMN SMILE, whenever he shows those pearly whites , everyone (including guys) melt because of how he can change from bad to cute so fast.

"Well hello Mr. Martinez, glad you could make it once in a rare moon" Arggg, he needs to work on his comebacks, that was goddamn awful, I would went with 'Nice to know your presence has finally dawned upon us, too bad it's a lovely day because right at this moment your presence is in no need of'. Okay that wasn't my best but to my defence I tried to sound very formal and teacher-like.