Why Opposites Attract

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7:28 PM, Monday, July 17, 2017

Hey guys. Sorry, I had to go to dance class. I really should be starting my homework. Oh, whale. I didn't want to leave you hanging. :)

Okay, so, science is when it really started to get interesting. Harry and I sat next to each other in the second row as usual. Just before the bell rang, a skinny woman walked in. She was really pretty, but I could sense that she had a quirky attitude. She wore a yellow dress with a light pink cardigan and she was carefully trying to balance boxes and bags. For some weird reason, I immediately liked her.

Harry stood up to help her. "Sit down boy," she said. He sat.

"Whipped," I coughed. 

He glared at me. "That doesn't make any sense." I shrugged.

"Welcome, class." She waved her hand around the room. Her fingers were decorated with rings. I realized who she reminded me of. Phoebe Buffay from Friends, you know, the show? Except she had short red hair and lots of freckles. "I hope you have all had a good day so far. My name is Ms. Rivers, but you can call me Clara, or Ms. R, or whatever. I really couldn't care less." She sighed and sat down, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "Let's get this over with." She pulled out her attendance sheet.

"Amos, Henry." "Present." "Aalen, Mark." "Here." "Benon, Amy." "Here." It went on and on. I soon got bored and pulled out my book.

"King, Asher." As if on cue, the door slammed open and someone walked in. My head snapped up. In the front of the class was a very attractive, to put it mildly, guy (?) with muscles clearly shown through his tight shirt, light brown hair, and beautiful eyes. Jeez, it was like he walked out of one of those pictures that girls put as the characters into their cliché romantic stories ({not} sorry).

"Thank you, squire," he boomed. "I can take it from here."

Ms. Rivers leaned one hand on her desk and put the other on her hip, raising her eyebrows. "Oh, Your Majesty?" He smiled. "You know, in current England, all the head monarch does is appoint the Prime Minister and provide stories for the American media."

His smile widened. "Even better."

Ms. Rivers smiled back. "I am the Prime Minister. Sit down, Mr. King."

He did, his cohorts cheering him on and slapping him on the back all the while. He sat down next to Ashlee Fliers. Smiling, she leaned into his ear and whispered something, fingering his chest. He smiled and wrapped one arm around her.

I rolled my eyes and returned to my book. Stupid boys.

When she got to me, I sighed, preparing for the "Navayro, Kaiara" or the "Naveero, Keera."

"Navarro, Kiara." I started. I am loving this lady more and more.

"Present," I responded, smiling.

After doing a quick "get to know you" exercise, which I hated, she took her time in starting the class. I loved it. I had a feeling I was gonna like science this year.

After science, I split up with Harry and headed to the gym. I actually really like dance. The first thing we did was assign lockers. I shoved my clothes into my locker and sighed, looking around.

"Um, excuse me?" I turned around. A tall, tan skinned girl smiled at me nervously. Her hair was pulled into an extremely messy ponytail and she wore a wrinkled plaid shirt over a black tank top. She leaned her head against the locker.

"Um, could you help me with my locker?" she asked. "I can't seem to get it open."

I smiled back at her. "Oh, sure. What's your combination?" I opened her locker easily and she blushed furiously while I showed her how to do it. 

"Oh, I'm such an idiot," she said. "I'm new here and I'm not really sure how everything works."

"That's okay," I said as she put her clothes in her locker. "I've been here for two years and I still don't know how anything works."

She laughed. "I'm Isabella Wayne, but most people call me Isa."

"Wayne?"

"Oh yeah. Wayne. Weird right?" I could hear the slight annoyance in her voice. What? "Why would a Mexican looking girl have a last name like Wayne? Hmm. First of all, I'm Puerto Rican so learn your shtuff. Second, anyone can have a name like Wayne. I have a half white dad, okay? I don't have to look white to have a white last name."

"Oh, um, I was just saying Wayne, like, um, Bruce Wayne?"

"Oh," she stopped. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Again, such an idiot."

"No, it's fine. I guess I would be sensitive about that too if it happened to me."

"Oh, God. Please, just forget about it. Enough about me. What's your name?" Her face had turned beet red and I felt terrible. Great. Just ruined my chances with a possible friend. I should be a professional relationship ruiner or something. I mentally facepalmed.

"I'm Kiara Navarro," I said, extending my hand. She took it firmly. "So, where did you used to go to school?"

"Southwestern. I transferred because, well, you probably know." She gave me a mischievous look and I nodded.

Last year, at Southwestern High, this teacher had accidentally projected self-made porn during one of his classes. Since then, Raystone had been getting a lot of transfers. Just more people to make friends with, right? Wrong.

"So," she tried again, "Bruce Wayne? You like Batman?"

"Oh yeah," I responded enthusiastically. "I like the Christopher Bale one better though. Ben Affleck kinda sucks."

"Agreed. But I'm more of a Marvel fan."

"Same!"

The first few days of dance were always just walking around the solar panels and watching documentaries because schedules change and Ms. Tayler only wanted to do everything once. Today, we got to walk. It was hot as heck. Isabella and I talked during the entire period. I liked her, and I was glad that I could have someone to be with already instead of being alone.

When the bell rang, I drove back home and started writing this.

Welp, I'm really bad at ending things. And this chapter was really short. Sorry. But that's what happened today. It's not like I can make stuff up to make chapters longer. I'll get better, I promise.

Until next time,

Kiara Navarro