No boundaries

Chapter 6.

Chapter 6.

"Have you ever wondered what juice with milk would taste like?" Sam asked while playing with her food during lunch "I mean I've tried vodka and milk, trust me that didn't taste good at all"

I played with my food as we sat there on the lunch table, it was boring tater tots with what was supposedly chicken tenders. Today the food wasn't very good, but at least my apple juice was. I looked around the cafeteria out of boredom, Jennifer was laughing and hugging a football player, the one that had started the fight at the party. I scowled and roamed my eyes somewhere else, they landed on Alex. He was sitting on the table while popping some sunflower seeds into his mouth, his friends were having an intense talk over something on one of their phones. I recognized Carlos, the one that seemed to be Wrens friend.

"Hey girls" Wren appeared with a carton box "I brought you guys a cupcake"

"Stop being nice all the time, I feel like your smothering us" Sam said, I chuckled and grabbed the cupcake Wren handed me, it was vanilla with strawberry frosting and a pink flower on top.

"Thank you Wren" I said, he winked and gave me a dazzling smile.

"I was buying some burritos and thought that you guys might've liked something sweet" Wren said, then we started talking about whatever came to our minds, it was like every other day. The bell rang for sixth period and we all scattered around to get to our classes. Then when the bell rang for seventh period I walked directly into art class and started working on the small tasks that the teacher would give us at the beginning of class. A minute before the bell rang Alex showed up, he placed his binder on the table and sat down on the stool. I wanted to glance at him so badly, I didn't even know why. Then the teacher came to my rescue, he began the class and waited for everyone to finish the exercise before letting us work on our project.

"Are you not going to talk to me?" Alex asked after a while of silence in between us, everyone else was chatting nonstop. I looked at him and raised both eyebrows.

"Are you going to insult me again?" I asked, he scratched the back of his neck and shifted on his sit.

"About that, sorry" he apologized "sometimes I can just be a rude Mexican gang member"

I tried to laugh, or at least chuckle but my mind lingered on the last three words of his apology. Was he really in a gang or was he saying it because I said it? I wanted to ask so badly, to ask the question that everyone in this exact school had been dying to ask but nobody seemed to have the courage to do so. I looked up from my hands and looked at his face, his expression seemed to change as I did.

"So any ways, when are you going to start this project of ours?" I asked him, he played with a pencil and shrugged "because art is something important to me and you have to put the effort"

"Y luego dices que no eres mandona" he chuckles, I give him a perplexed look and raise both of my eyebrows.

"What did you say?" I asked, a little unsure.

"Good thing you don't understand Spanish huh?" He laughed, I felt my face turning red from anger. I breathed in and out, he couldn't possibly have the power to play with my temper that easily. He gave me a smirk and handed me a pencil "look, I plan on graduating too so we better start this...thing"

He turned away from me and looked at the color pencils in front of our table. I sat there facing him for a while, I wondered then what classes he was taking. Was he even smart? Intelligent? Or was he a simple ordinary guy? I mean, there was nothing wrong if he were just an ordinary guy, everyone could be however they wanted to be. But everyone just thought of him as a hopeless case, even teachers, and school had barely even started not two weeks ago. Who could blame them though, he hanged out with cholos and smoked outside of school campus while all his friends gathered around a car with bandanas around their heads or tucked in on their jeans pocket. I looked down at his jeans, and then there it was, the red bandana.