The Shy Girl's Bad Boy (Interracial) ✅

Ch. 2 The Shy Girl's Partner

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Mel's pov

"Diane!" I quickly help her up and hug her tight. "Don't look around- just remember I'm here." I say to her. "Just calm down and everything will be alright!" "I'm fine! I was just pushed over-" "By who?!" I look around. No body messes with my best friend. If someone don't know I'll give them a special lesson. "I don't know! Some crazy person!" 

"Diane you just saying that or what?"

 "Mel can we just go to class?" D asks face palming her self coincidentally as the first bell rung. Everyone started to flood in the school building. 

We had about 3 classes together: Social Studies first period, ELA fourth period, and ninth period Gym. 

(Here's a schedule so you won't be so confused)

We went into the building and walked to S.S that was all the way in the back of the building. "What was that all about?" Diane starts, "That fine thang is Travis Sanchez! Dr. Sanchez's son." I answer back almost daydreaming, "What about the brother and sister?" she asks. "They're still at the other high school. I heard Travis got into a fight there and he was moved here. ANYWAY! Travis is a rising Instagram star! He's got like 500K!" "More of like an Instagram Player sounds like...I thought I saw him the other day at Starbucks anyway..." Diane crosses her arms.  "Lucky." we walk into class, first ones there. Must be everyone else trying to get an autograph.

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Diane pov

For 2nd and 3rd period I had speech class. It's required to graduate so why not take it out already? I heard you gotta do a lot of presentations  in college so I guess it'll help me. Speech is upstairs and at the front so I have a bit of a way to go, "Diane! I saw that fall earlier, you okay?"  someone calls for me-a class mate. "Yeah, I'm fine." we passed each other, I went up the stairs and climbed them to the second floor, by the time I made it I was dying for oxygen. Pantin' like a dog on a hot summer day.

 Man sometimes being a short girl is not fun.  Every year for class pictures in elementary, I was in the front row, same for middle school. Not complaining or anything. I haven't grown that much through the years. The girls in my family are short anyway, and my dad was on the shorter side- so double the cheese for me. My mom and him were about the same height, he was just a smidge taller than her. I thought about what we're doing in speech class the whole way, I hope it's not another speech practice. 

I made it to class and walked in the 'empty' classroom only to find Mr. Keith, the speech teacher and Instagram guy talking and having a conversation. Mr. Keith was in his mid-twenties, tall but not as tall as Travis. Just your basic teacher, white, blonde, and blue eyes. He just got married about a year ago, Mr. Keith is a bit enthusiastic to us to 'encourage us to not be so nervous'. 

 "I never knew the family was from Mexi- Oh hey Diane!! You probably know who this guy here is, Travis! Travis this is Diane, she's somewhat the quiet one-when she wants to be" he winks at me. Great, now he knows my name, "I heard you fell this morning for me" 

"I'd rather do a face plant, thanks"  

"See, told 'cha." Mr. Keith whispers. "Anyway today is project day, and Diane gave me an idea!" I raise an eyebrow. "Both of you stand at the front." he points.  More classmates walk in, and was told by Mr. Keith to go to the front. "Oh my gosh Travis I'm such a big fan of you!!" a girl whispers to Travis, he gives her a wink and she turns around quietly fan girling and squealing. I roll my eyes, oh give me a break (gimme a piece of that kit-kat bar)when will this be over? 

The bell rung as one last person came in and the door was closed. "Alright!" Mr. Keith  claps in hands, walking to us in a loose fashion. "Today we're doing a project and this time its going to be a presentation. Let go with...something different, we did social behaviors before, how about science?" I heard a few groans from a few people, "How about Astronomy?" I almost jumped hearing that. I was ready to pounce the project down. "What's astronomy?" someone asks getting a few laughs.

 "Marcus. Not now. So, listen carefully since I'm saying this once..." we all listened, "....Choose a planet from the Solar System or the Sun. Choose only one! I expect thorough research. I'll pass out the paper on what you need to research on. But!! This a partner project" why?! Why out of all things must I work with someone on this?! It felt like a ton of bricks just hit me.

"Alright when I call your names move with your partner, and we'll work on this today, tomorrow  and Monday." then he started calling names. Some were excited to work with their friends or people they knew, but some were angry or disappointed. "Diane and....how bout newbie over here?" everyone looked at me. I looked at the floor. I went to my seat and Travis sat beside me since there was an empty desk beside mine, "Why did she get him?" I hear someone comment, I ignored, and sat down.

"Now that I called all names, we will be going to the library and do some research there, but I'm sending 3 pairs at a time, share a computer there. I'm not gettin' fired. I hope you listened carefully because from last to first you'll go. Diane and Travis, you two go first, then Laina and Riley, and Tee and Miranda. If I haven't said your names you'll begin tomorrow. Go now, come back 5 before the bell." I sigh and grabbed my book bag. 

I saw Travis tall-self stand up and we both went out of the class room  first and began walking, soon the others following behind us, at a distance. By the time I just walked out, Travis was almost half-way up the hall way. Oh boy, "Um....Travis!" it felt weird saying his name. He stopped and turned to me, I quickly ran up to him, hearing the class room door open again. "You'll have to slow down a bit?" 

"Heh. Sorry, I'm told that often" he makes a small laugh, he has an accent. Oh boy this is going to be awkward.

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9/28/20 Fun fact: Travis was originally going to be Dominican.