After It All

Chapter 4- Sasha

Sasha POV:  *The translations will be below*

 

“Salut maman!” I yell, as I walk towards the front door. *Good bye mom*

“Bonne journée” says my maman, as I get to the door. *Have a good day.*

 

I look back at all the opened cardboard boxes, and blindly hope that I will like it here. I walk to my grey Mercedes car, get in, and type in the address for the high and middle school my maman enrolled my sister and I in. I wait for sluggish Iris, my sister, to get to the car. She’s a 7th grader, so she’ll be across the bus loop in the middle school while I’ll be in the high school. She finally gets into the car when I was ready to leave her.       

 

“It’s about time. We may be late.” I reprimand her.

“It’s school, Sasha, not a Katy Perry concert. Chill,” Iris says.

 

I drive in silence as I drop off whining Iris at the middle school, and I head to the high school parking lot. I walk down the hallway, and I see many questioning faces, but only one catches my eye, who is leaning against a locker. She has long, jet black hair that slides down her back, clear caramel skin that seems unreal, maybe a few inches shorter than me, stunning hazel eyes, a petite nose, and gorgeous, full, pink lips. She doesn’t notice me as she is speaking to two guys: a peach-colored and chocolate-colored man. I smile. They look like a couple, and they’re definitely adorable. Then she’s shoved by this other girl, but at this angle I can’t see her face. A strange anger falls over me and I want to defend her, but I’m a complete stranger to her. I will find out her name and make her mine.

 

I continue my walk to the guidance office after I ask directions from a nearby teacher. I stand in front of a wooden door and knock.

 

“Come in!” I hear from the other side of the door.

 

I walk in, seeing a middle aged man with a bald head, a brown haired gotee covering most of his chin, and pasty pale skin.

 

“Hello. I’m Mr. Roberts and I am the guidance counselor in this high school. Here we have students show around the new students and you are lucky enough to have--”

 

He’s interrupted by a light knock on the wooden door, his eyes light up as he says,“Come in.” I don’t look behind me at first, but then Mr. Roberts chirps,“Sasha, this is our junior school president, Scarlett. She will be showing you around and making sure you get to your classes.”

 

I look back at the aforementioned, and I’m taken aback when she’s the same beautiful girl I saw in the hallway. Her shimmering hazel eyes are lovelier up close, her slightly parted lips are sexy as hell, and her flawless skin seems so delicate. I quickly say,“Hello Scarlett, it’s nice to meet you.”

 

She even seems to be more intrigued by my accent, and it makes me glow inside. She doesn’t respond for a second, completely indulged in her thoughts, as we gaze into each other’s eyes. She snaps out of her gaze, realizes she hasn’t said anything, and utters,“Oh, I’m sorry. You just have very alluring eyes, Ms. De Luca.” she pauses and seems completely taken aback by what she had just stated, that she quickly adds, “Let’s get you to your 1st class.”

 

She has no clue how hard I blush by her comment because she briskly walks out of the room. I look back at Mr. Roberts and ask,“What’s her last name?”

 

“Valentine.”

 

“Thank you.” with that, I follow Scarlett’s trail, doing the notorious awkward jog since I was in heels, and I will not let myself fall in front of her. As I’m still awkwardly jogging, she peers back at me and stops for me to catch up. Scarlett smirks at me and I slightly blush as I come up next to her. Her face is contorted in deep thought, as we stand there in a moment of silence, until I hear myself say,“You can call me Sasha, and I’m guessing you will need to know my classes.”

 

I hand her my paper, brushing my hand against her soft caramel skin purposely. I feel this warm sensation when our hands meet, and I know she does too, because I see her jerk ever-so-slightly.

 

As she looks down at my classes, I can’t help but love all the little things she’s doing. The way she is leaning against one foot; the way she seems to be trying to memorize my paper. It’s adorable. She gazes at me, giving me a smirk that makes me feel like I'm dissolving. I conceal my feelings, and return a grin. She speaks up, granting me the sweet pleasure of hearing her delightful American accent.

 

“Okay, so you have Mrs. Adams first period. My few tips for her is to just do the homework, and stay quiet. And, by the way, I’ll be outside your classroom when you get out, so you don't need to find someone else to take you around the school unless, of course, you want to.”

 

She flashes me a friendly smile, but everything but friendly is going through my mind. I see her dimples, not as deep as mine, but they are there, making a beautiful appearance on her face. She’s more attractive to me by the second, but she seems nervous, and I can’t figure out why. I give her my signature, sexy, devilish grin and, to my own bewilderment, place my hand on her soft cheek. Her face turns bright red. I then say as I still have my hand on her cheek,“I would like you to show me around.”

 

She quickly recovers and strides away from my hand. She’s so gay. And I absolutely love this. I watch her walk and I can’t help but notice her hips swaying and her legs elegantly moving one after the other. She glances back at me and our eyes lock for a few moments until I cut the contact so I can catch up. When I get back to her side, she talks about some of the other teachers on my list, trying her hardest to push what just happened out of the air, but I know we both feel it. The longing; the wanting.     

 

We approach another wooden door and Scarlett stops. this must be Mrs. Adams room. We both stare at each other, and her face turns into a worried one. My mind is going crazy trying to decide whether or not I should make a move. Her angelic voice cuts my train of thought.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

At that moment my decision was made. I’m going to make my move. I take a step towards her; cutting all space in between us.

 

I lean in and seductively whisper in her ear,“Thank you, Scarlett Valentine.”

 

I peck both of her cherry cheeks, and enter Mrs. Adams’ room.

 

“Hello, you must be Sasha.” the woman turns from me to her class; my as-of-now classmates. “Class, make her feel welcomed.”

I smile.

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Heyyy! It's me, Lianny again. Just so you guys know I'll be wrtting Scarlett's and Sasha's Povs and Fatima will be doing Fatima and Demi's POVs. And also comment your thoughts, vote, and all the other stuff!! 

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