A Table for Two?

The New Girl

Chapter 2:

Have you ever looked in the mirror and ask yourself,"Why do I look like this?" That's what I do all the time. I always thought that if you dress nice, you would look handsome. But after a while, it never really clung with me.

As I gasped for air on my last few steps to the bus stop, I noticed something peculiar. There are always five people at our bus stop. There's David, who is the starting quarter for our school. There's Christian, who is a straight A student. Becky and Mikayla are best friends and talk about guys all the time, specially about David. And then there's Juan, who is always reading a book, like me. But there was another figure that I had no idea who it was. When I got to the bus stop, Juan shot up real quick at me.

"Fernando!" He said,"there is someone I'd like for you to meet."

I couldn't believe it. It was a girl. She had dark brown hair and brown eyes, with a sparkle in them. She was very tall, as tall as me, and had a beautiful smile. She wore a red dress and high heels to go with it. It was a look I never saw girls at my school wear. It was ten times better than the looks of girls at school. She was ten times better.

"This is Valerie," Juan proceeded,"and she is new at our school."

"Yes," I shouted in my mind. But I tried to keep my cool in front of Juan and Valerie.

"Hello," I said kind of shyly.

"Hi," she said with such a lovely voice that I thought was given to her from god.

Juan could notice that I was getting very happy and shy at the same time, so he continued the conversation between the both of us. He was pretending not to notice how red my cheeks were getting.

"Where did you come from," Juan asked Valerie, trying to get to know her a little more.

"Well, I used to live in Florida, but I am originally from Puerto Rico," she implied.

Me and Juan literally stood there, baffled, that this pretty girl was from Puerto Rico. She said it with that cute Hispanic accent that I have never heard in person, but my mom said some girls have it.

"No way, me and Fernando are from Puerto Rico too," he almost blurted out,"right Fernando?"

I then nodded my head so very little, that he didn't see and asked again.

"Yes we are," I said.

She was shocked that we were Puerto Rican too, and I don't know if that's good or bad.

Right then, the bus came and stopped to pick us up. We always go last on the bus, just so we can see the available open spots left. We are the last stop, so we always never have any where to sit. But when Valerie went on the bus, all the guys open there mouths, dumbfounded, and tried to make room for her to sit at. One guy even whistled at her to tell her he was interested.

She denied all the boys, and asked me,"Can I sit here?"

I was totally out of question of why she would sit next to a guy like me. But I didn't want to give up the opportunity, so I quickly said yes. She sat next to me and some of the guys looked irritated. I then knew this was going to be a long ride to school.