Dancing The Deja Vu Away

And The Thought

8:45 am

Rachel and I get our notebooks out for Spanish class. It sorta sucks that we have it for 1st period, but it has its perks.

"Buenos días, muchachos," Mr. Mendoza says. We grunt in response.

"Today we are going to learn about the Christmas traditions in Mexico. Take notes; it is possible you may have a quiz on this the day you return from break," he says. We all groan and roll our eyes.

"He should take notes on how we feel about his class," Rachel whispers in my ear.

I chuckle and nod. Mr. Mendoza puts on a video. It talks about posadas, celebrating Christ, the food, the presents, the fireworks, etc.

"Mexico has many wonderful traditions that bring family close. Celebrate them today!" The video ends and scattered applause is heard in the class.

Mr. Mendoza smiles. "I appreciate those who clapped. Mexico is a wonderful country, and I hope you respect and embrace the culture."

"Mr. Mendoza," says a girl in braids named Jessica.

"Yes?"

"You know that Dylan Hames is going to Mexico in the summer?

"Gay!," shouts one of the boys. All the boys laugh.

"Bryce. Be respectful of everyone. Do not use that word in a negative manner. Or else I will give you a week of detention. Understood?"

"Yes sir," Bryce mutters. His friends smirk and laugh.

"In reference to your question, Ms. Jessica," Mr. Mendoza says. "No, I did not know that Dylan Names is going to Mexico this summer. Although I am sure he will not regret it. It is a beautiful country."

"He's really popular there. Close to 3 million fans," I comment.

"Wonderful. But we must move on; now take out your notes from yesterday and the worksheet you picked up today. It is due by the end of class."

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3:45 pm
After school

"So my phone just notified me that a certain Dylan Hames is close to us," teases Rachel.

We are at Central Park, sitting on a bench, 12 blocks away from home. Rachel had bought snacks for us to eat. The sun is out, and the snow's turning to slush.

"That's great."

" 'That's great?' That's all I get?" She asks.

"What? You really want to go meet him?" I ask her.

"Duh! He's the next Justin Bieber! Of course I want to meet him! And you are one of his biggest fans!," she exclaims.

"I don't know; I highly doubt he will want fans attacking him," I say. "And plus, Kevin and I have plans at 5:45 today. We probably won't get back home in time."

"Kevin is a douchebag who needs to let you have fun," she comments as she tosses Skittles in her mouth.

"Hey now-" I start. But she raises a finger to my lips, shutting me up.

"He is. All he does is control you. When was the last time you and I got to hang out?"

"Last week," I say. "When we went to the movies."

"Yes, but where was Kevin?" I stay silent. "Right next to you. He wouldn't let me tell you all the cute guys I saw, and he almost punched the cashier when he smiled 2 seconds longer than usual. He's a possessive freak!" She yells. A woman and her dog playing fetch turn around to stare at us. Rachel doesn't even notice.