Senioritis

Chapter 4

  Somehow, I'd managed to make it all the way to block 5 without getting lost on this massive campus. Woodland was a shoe closet compared to this place. When I walked into my final class, all eyes were on me. A short woman with long, blonde hair made her way to the front of the class. Her bright, yellow dress flowing with every step she took. Judging by the large stack of papers in her grasp, I assumed she was the teacher.

"Oh, so I see we have a new student!" she gave me a wide, toothy smile, " My name is Ms. Stafford, and yours is?"

I couldn't help but notice how her presence and bubbly attitude lit up the room. She was definitely going to be my favorite.

"Yasmeen Rivera," I smiled back.

"That's such a beautiful name! Tell the class a little about yourself, Yasmeen."

Great.

"Uh, my name is Yasmeen, but everyone calls me Yas. I just moved here from New York yesterday, so I'm still getting used to this whole Cali thing and I love grilled cheese sandwiches," I laughed.

Ms. Stafford let out a small giggle, "Wonderful introduction Yasmeen. Feel free to find any open seat."

I nodded and began scanning the classroom for any open chairs. The only available seat was in the back of the class. I sat down and began searching through my bag for a pencil.

"Aye! Aye!"

I looked up, trying to figure out who was trying to get my attention.

"You don't hear me calling you, shawty?" said the tall, tanned boy in the corner. His curly, brown hair slightly covering his bright green eyes. I was right. Boys from the bay are hot.

"I have a name," I said sternly.

"Oh, right. Pretty girl with the pretty name. Yasmeen, right?" he asked as he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. My attention immediately shifted to his extremely toned bicep.

"Do you need something?" I grinned.

"I need you to come sit next to me," he said as he flashed me his perfect smile. Dios mio.

"Now why would I do that?" I laughed. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing so I wasn't planning on making it easy for him.

"Because if you don't come over here I'll be forced to move over there, and you don't want to make me go through all that trouble, would you?" he pouted. I lifted my school bag from the chair next to me and patted the seat.

"I kept it nice and warm, just for you," I winked.

"Bet."

He gathered all of his belongings and sat in the seat next to me.

"Do you always pick the coldest part of the class?"

"What can I say, I'm a true New Yorker."

Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of Ms. Stafford clearing her throat.

"Mr. Velasquez, while I am happy to see that you are making friend with our newest student, I must ask you to move back to your desk," she laughed.

"My bad Ms. S," he grinned as he made his way back to his seat.

About an hour had gone by before I noticed that my phone had disappeared. I began to search frantically through my things, but I had no luck. Just as I was about to give up, I heard someone laughing uncontrollably. I turned to face the boy that I spoke to at the beginning of class.

"0000? You really need a better password," he laughed and handed it back.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my phone from his hand. I began scrolling through my notifications and came upon a text from 'Your Future Husband'

"Real subtle," I laughed as I walked out of the class.

"Aye! Where you going?" he yelled after me.

"Home!"