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"Wait, so you're telling me that not only is Daniel in your class but he is also your table mate and your partner?" Ariel questions. As soon as I got to lunch, I told Ariel everything that happened in history class. She was just as shocked and distressed as I was when I found out that I was stuck with Daniel for the rest of the year.
Luckily for me, we weren't allowed to talk for the rest of history class because we were going over her syllabus. Every so often, he would 'accidentally' poke me with his pencil or hit me with his elbow; but thank God I didn't have to hear his voice.
What makes his voice more annoying is how sexy it is. It's unbelievably easy to be entranced by his voice and that fact that the sexiness that is him got trapped with that horrible personality just angers me in a whole other level. Just looking at his lunch table, girls are crowded around him and his two friends; twirling their hair and undoubtedly flirting with them. Ugh! If only they knew what those guy will do to them, have sex with them and then break their heart, they wouldn't waste their time. I definitely won't waste any more time than I need to talking to the popular boys. I could go the rest of the year without talking to any of them unless I was forced, and I would be perfectly alright.
Ariel takes a bite of her sandwich while she's in deep thought about my situation with dickhead.
"I honestly don't know how I'll get through the entire year sitting next to him without wanting to rip my head off." I sigh while throwing away my lunch and sitting back down. Ariel just shakes her head.
"Only talk to him when you need to, then ignore him like it's your job." She advises. I groan again.
"Why me though?!" I whine, putting my face in my hands. "I go to church every Sunday; I have had all A's since I was in the sixth grade; I'm a great sister and a good help at home. What did I do so wrong to deserve this?"
Ariel chuckles at my misfortune and the bell rings shortly after. Snatching her schedule, I learn we both have art class next. Thank God for this tiny miracle in the shit storm that I have endured all day. I may seem like I'm overreacting, like I'm going nuts over a small thing, but I have had my fair share of guys like him and I definitely won't let myself get hurt again. No thanks.
Ariel and I walk the very short distance together to the art room and the vibes that the room sends is overpowering. It's very chill, like overly chill. There are tables for two set up in two rows of 10. All over the walls are pieces of art, some by students and some by other people, and there is an abundance of unorganized art supplies on the counters. In the front of the room is a chalkboard and the teachers desk, which is so messy! No surprise, but there is no teacher there.
Ariel grabs my arm and drags me toward a table in the middle of the room then sits on the right side. Other students come in and sit in the remaining seats, all of them filled except for one seat in the table next to me. A guy, blonde hair and brown eyes and cute, sits there playing on his phone like he's waiting for someone.
Should I say hi? I think to myself. It's always good to have more than one friend. Turning my body towards him when the bell rings, I open my mouth to say hi but the door slamming open stops me. I assume it's just the teacher walking in but as I look over my shoulder, my face drops.
It's him. It's fucking him. Daniel goddamn Tyson. Here I was thinking that the lord would only bless me with only one class with him, but no. He just has to be in my art class. I look at Ariel, who's looking back at me with a look that I can't describe. I turn my head back a Daniel, who is now walking down the aisle and sits in the last seat. Next to me.
He and cute blonde boy dap and I finally recognize him; he was the one sitting next to Daniel at lunch. So much for new friends.
"No puedo creer esto. (I can't believe this.)" I mutter towards Ariel, who scoffs and pulls a sketchbook out of her bag.
"Yo tampoco. ¿Alguien te ha maldecido o algo? (Me neither. Did someone put a curse on you or something?" She replies. I shake my head at her and roll my eyes.
"I sure as hell hope not." The teacher runs in the room, yes runs, and smiles at the class.
He introduces himself as Mr. Metro, the best art teacher in the world. Mr. Metro doesn't have a syllabus, but instead tells us our first assignment. Draw something that has something to do with your past.
"I know, it is a very deep project but it'll help me get to know you in a creative way. It doesn't have to be sad or anything, just something from your past that makes you you." He explains. "It's due in 2 weeks so forget started. Don't get too loud youngsters."
"What are you gonna draw?" I ask Ariel, who beams.
"A broken guitar. To symbolize my love for music and how it's gotten me through so much even when I felt broken." She says. I envy her ability to come up with that 2 minutes after he gave us the assignment. Me on the other hand, I have no idea what I'm going to draw.
Maybe I should draw something from my childhood. It made me who I was. I could draw a police badge, or a door that is far away, or a mix between the two. I have two weeks to figure it out, so stressing isn't going to get me anywhere. Ariel has already started her sketch, and I'm over here clueless. I twirl my pencil between my two fingers and just go deep into thought.
"Looky looky here." A deep voice behind me says. I close my eyes, praying that I'm just imagining the voice or having a flashback from earlier today. "I know you hear me baby doll."
I twist my whole body around and glare at Daniel and his friend, both having an amused look on their faces. Oh, how I want to punch the look right off of his face. He freaking beautiful face. Curse him for being so hot.
"May I help you?" I spit. He just laughs. "Juro si no-"
"English." Daniel orders and my eyebrows shoot up. I know he didn't just tell me what to do! I take a deep breath to control my anger and look at him.
"What do you want Daniel?" I ask calmly and he smirks. His stupid, sexy smirk. Ugh, I hate it! Why are some of the cutest guys the ones with the worst personalities? I know some girls like that too, a lot actually. Man, I wish people had the face to match their personalities.
"Mm, I think I want yo-" I hold up my hand and cut him off. He doesn't need to finish that sentence, I know what he's gonna say. Some stupid pick up line that probably worked on everything other girl he's said it to.
"Yeah, no." I retort and turn back around.
"I'll get you to talk to me sooner or later." He says. I can just picture his smug face.
"I'll talk to you when you learn Spanish." I reply. That's never going to happen, with the amount of times he told me that he doesn't speak Spanish just today, I know I'll never have to talk to him.
"Alright, deal."
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[A/N]
Hi loves!!!!! Chapter two is finally up, I would say sorry for taking so long with updating but it's only been a couple of days. Next chapter will definitely be longer and better. This one was just to get something up and I had a cliffhanger but it was a very little one. I'm writing the next chapter now and if you see changes in the next couple days with this chapter, it's because I'm having my friend edit the spanish tomorrow but I wanted to get this up asap. Love y'all :)
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