baby i love you - [justin huang]

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there are millions of words in the english language. millions of words you can put together in sentences. millions of sentences you can put in one paragraph. millions of paragraphs you can put in a masterpiece. i've always been a literary enthusiast. a person who loves to write about just anything! but what do i love the most? news. not news you see in the tv. news that are exciting, eye catching, and spicy news with so much twists and turns. in my school, they call me the news master. i can write a whole article on our middle school newspaper that can capture the attention of an entire middle school of 1, 579 students. from the latest gossips, to the secrets of school lunches, i got pine mill middle school covered.

a few months ago, i passed down my title to the next generation, it sucks that this reputation that took me 3 years to receive is now passed to someone and next year i'll have to start on a clean slate at abraham lincoln school for arts and technology...aka lincoln arts. i was able to pass the audition for their literary arts program. it's a program that only 5 people can be accepted each year and there is only a total of 20 kids— no, a total of 20 literary geeks like me.

today is the first day of freshman year. today is the first day of adventure. entering through the clean glass doors of lincoln high i walked straight to the office, looking for my new schedule. nobody else from pine mill got in for literary but a few got in for other programs.

"good morning young lady, what's your program and your last name?" the secretary asked as it was my turn in line.

i smiled and with pride, "my program is literary arts and my last name is carrasco" i answered.

she handed me my schedule and a junior showed me the literary arts room. "here you go, have fun, this program is looked up upon by the rest of the programs, don't fail them!" he teased. i laughed and went ahead inside.

there were 3 kids inside the room, sitting down in a circle on bean bags. the room is dark with a beam of light towards a corner. it kind of reminds me of those investigation rooms in detective movies. the three kids ran towards me, smiling. they don't look like geeks, more like jocks that looked misplaced but for some reason, they look fit for this program. "heyyy cutie, you a literary?" one of the guys said, smirking as he lays an arm on my shoulder. the other two guys smiled more innocently than the guy.

"um...yeah. are you guys all freshmans of literary arts?"

"yep, aka the fresh literaries." the boy with the round glasses said. "i'm dean." he held out his hand and smiled as i shook it.

"i'm kristian" the taller guy waves as he winks at me.

"and i am jackson. the most handsome out of all of us." the guy hugging me says.

i scoffed while giggling, "i'm inés, nice to meet you all"

"oh by the way inés, there's another guy coming, he's ivan. he's a bit of a solo player. if he doesn't notice you, don't feel offended or disrespected in anyway." dean explains.

"oh okay, does that mean that i'm the only girl?"

"i guess so." jackson says as he hugging me tighter.

"um why are you still clinging to me?"

"because. you smell nice." he smells my hair and smiles like a ball of sunshine.

dean shakes his head, "sorry, jackson's just overwhelmed since you're the first girl that didn't kick him after hugging you." he flicks jackson's head and jackson screams, glaring at dean and sits down.

as the boys play around, i sat down in a seat to carefully observe everything. the chalk board had been cleaned well. book covers were plastered everywhere and the books ranged from sci-fi, historical fiction, non fiction, to romance novels. diagonally across from the bean bags and carpet was the teacher's desk. the teacher had a big frame with a copy of the school's newspaper.

soon enough another boy comes into the room, i assume he's the ivan dean was talking about. he has dirty blonde hair that isn't his natural color, i infer due to his asian-like features. he had large round black glasses. his fashion sense? on point af. he looks like a pretty boy you would find on google if you search up 'ulzzang'. "hey iveeee! been a while!" jackson exclaimed, running up to the male, making him uncomfortable. he looks at jackson with despise and shrugs his arm off of him. jackson, being the sensitive guy he seems to be, looked so hurt. he slowly walked back to the bean bags and sat there rethinking about life. on the other hand, the ivan guy finds a seat next to me and gets out his laptop to write.

'def the biggest literary geek i've ever seen.' i thought to myself as i stared at the figure for quite some time. he was so focused on his work that he didn't notice me stealing glances at him.

"stop looking at me." he says. his voice was deep, but not so deep, just right for his age.

startled, i looked away, embarrassed, "oh uh yeah, sorry, you just look um fascinating i guess?" i said awkwardly. my heart was beating fast, the dude makes me feel so intimidated in 10 seconds.

"you're a literary and you don't even know how you use words properly." he says bluntly, still focusing on his work.

well ouch. dean comes up to me and pats my back, "it's okay inés, he's always like that." my face was frozen. my mouth wide open and my eyes lit up as if satan was right before my eyes. oh right he is, because mr. rude is making me so upset, i might throw his laptop across the room and smash it.

"oh it's not okay dean, a boy like that shouldn't be disrespecting anyone anytime sooner and for acting like he's superior." i said. my face stared to heat up as i got up to sit with jackson on the bean bags, thoughts filled my head. what kind of thoughts you may ask? well, thoughts about what articles i am planning to write about mr. rude so that he can learn his lesson on how to not mess with inés carrasco.