No boundaries

Chapter 4.

Chapter 4.

I knew that life wasn't perfect, yeah there were great moments when people thought that nothing could go wrong. There's people who are oblivious what's going on around them while trying to make their life's seem better than others. But, simple reality, like I said right before this, life isn't perfect. Here in Ravenswood high school was no different from that, there was a division in between the students.

The rich which were the popular ones, the intermedian class which were people like Sam and I, and the Hispanics, which happened to be Alex's type of people.

I looked across the cafeteria room from my table and landed my eyes on Jennifer's table, her small popular cheerleader slash jocks table. They laughed and joked around, mostly flirting with each other. They were the type of people who could ruin somebody's high school reputation and not give a crap. On the other side was Alex's table the, quote, Gang Members, quote, table. All of them were "associated" with drug dealers and what not. Although the truth was unclear.

Then I looked at mine, Wren and Sam were talking about something not so exciting to grab my full attention on the matter. I couldn't remember the exact moment when Wren, the guy who belonged on Jennifer's table, started being my friend. He was good looking, he had the charms, and he definitely looked hot while wearing his football jersey, like right now.

"You know, why don't you just quit the team and kill your self?" Sam asked him, that did grab my attention. She threw a fry at him and raised both of her eyebrows "I mean you basically hate the team, your ex cheerleader girlfriend and her squealing pomp pomps squad too"

"You are correct" Wren agreed "but, I'm good at it, and it can get me into a good college, plus, look at my god damn grades, they are better than Hazel's"

"No grades are better than Hazel's" Sam snorted "she's like a, nerd goddess"

"Okay calm down, I'm not that of a nerd" I retorted, and with a pout I said "I have an A-"

"Oh. My. God" Sam dramatically stood up and looked around nervously "everyone, Hazel Walenski has an A-, the world is about to end"

"Shut up" I scoffed, Wren laughed and took a bite from one of his fries. Sam kept talking about how dramatic I was about getting an A-, yet she was the one making a big deal about me being sad about my A-. Wren looked away from Sam and looked at me instead, he smirked and then looked down at his fries. Then the bell rang for fifth period, with a groan I stood up and threw my lunch away. The last classes went by like an eternity, they were the longest ones from the entire day. The longest one from the three was seventh period, something about Alex Rodriguez being in there made it even longer. The couple of days that we had been together I had learned just a few things, he didn't like to work as a team, he didn't like to talk to any of the class members, and he fell asleep every five minutes.

We had talked maybe just five times, some of them were rude comments. I didn't really care much, but something about it bothered me a little. It didn't kill anyone to be nice, for maybe what, just a second? Suddenly my mind went blank as I stepped inside the class and noticed that Alex was there early. Another fact about him, he was never early to class, in fact, he was always late. Everything about him called, reckless. I took in a deep breath and walked to my sit, he didn't even glance up at me.

"The bell will ring in a minute everyone to your sit" the teacher said, he looked up at our table and smiled "Alex, you're here early"

Alex only nodded and looked at me, it was mostly a glare. I felt shivers in my arms and back, I wasn't used to those type of looks.

"Okay, I have something for you guys" the teacher began once the late bell rang "we are going to do a project with your table partner, hold questions or requests until the end, it's going to be something simple really, but there's going to be a reward, that I'll explain later, you guys are going to paint something together and get a grade for it"

The teacher kept talking about the upcoming project, and all I could think of was my partner. I was doomed, I was beyond doomed, I was exiled from the world of perfect A's on my report card. Maybe if I just played along and got onto his good side I could convince him to participate. Just maybe, but that was a long shot.

"Mujer are you gonna go or what?" Alex asked, I snapped out of my panic moment and raised both eyebrows. He rolled his eyes and motioned towards a table were a bunch of students were looking down at something.

"What's that?" I asked, once again, probably looking like someone stupid to him.

"The themes for our project" he said, sounding as if he was bored out of his mind "one of us has to go, I don't want to pick something that you'll hate me for"

"Oh, thanks" I jumped off the stool and went over to the themes, which being the last one I didn't have any option but to get fear. Then the teacher explained what each meant we were supposed to do. We were going to paint something that represented our biggest fear. That would be kind of tough, Alex barely even spoke a single word to me. Okay maybe he had spoken twenty-nine words today that were directed to me. What was his biggest fear? I decided to stereotype him, maybe his fear was being killed. Perhaps it could be not turning the drug to the other person on time and being punished, if that was a thing.

"So what's your biggest fear?" Thirty-four words, I looked up at him and tried to look for a coherent answer. Alex raised an eyebrow and sighed "do I look stupid or something?"

"What?" I asked, stricken by surprise, he rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair.

"Every time I talk to you, your face makes this weird expression like if trying to explain something to someone stupid" he said "by the way, I'm not some retarded Mexican"

I chuckled and covered my mouth right away. There was definitely a misunderstanding here. Alex looked at me and something like anger flashed his face, and then as I straightened up and tried to look serious his expression softened.

"I'm sorry" I muttered "I do not think you are retarded or stupid in any way"

I just don't want you to think that I'm some stupid blonde chick. But I didn't add that, because Alex would not care what I wanted him to think about me. He smirked and shook his head lightly, I bit my bottom lip and tried to not notice the awkward tension in between us, or maybe it was just one sided. As the class went on and the teacher gathered our attention again I couldn't help but go over our little conversation. Not that it was something important, or out of the ordinary, but I just did. When the bell finally rang Sam was waiting for me outside my classroom.

"Okay, so guess what?" She started talking right away, without even greeting me. I wrinkled my nose as if thinking and gave up, so before I could even say anything she began talking again "Wren just decided that a welcome back party at his house would be totally cool"

"Wait, today?" I asked "aren't his parents home during the week?"

"Hazel, obviously not during a school night, it will be tomorrow" Sam rolled her eyes and dismissed it over her excitement "any ways, the thing is, he invited Carlos Gonzales, and the entire football team went crazy, and then Wren defended Carlos, and I guess that they won't go right but still, it was so funny how the football team-"

"Okay, got it Sam" I interrupted her and chuckled, she could get carried on easily "so that means that we are going?"

"No, I'm just telling you this because YES WE ARE GOING!" She said while grabbing both of my shoulders "your first party Hazel Walewski"

"It better be great Samantha Hart" I said, she smirked and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me with her as she walked down the hallway towards the parking lot.

"It sure as hell is" she said in between a smile. And it sure as hell was.