Austin Mahone's California Love Story

Chapter 2: First Lesson

Austin

I grab my keys and take the red Range Rover. Dad bought me the Rover for my sixteenth birthday. I wasn't expecting it but I'm not complaining about it as long as I have transportation to come and go as I please. I park my car in the school parking lot and of course as I expected nearly everyone is looking at me. I'm not a big fan of getting attention but thanks to my car it happens everywhere I go. At my old school I was labeled as the rich boy on campus. It was a nickname I never planned on getting, but it stuck to me like glitter, no matter where I go I shine dollar signs in people's eyes. Brushing off the eyes glazing at me I head into the school and straight to the front office for my schedule.

The day seems to drag on as each class is the same in every school I go to. The teacher asks to introduce yourself, where you came from, and what you like to do as a hobby then other students start to ask you more questions especially in my case questions about my car. By lunch I'm looking for good place to sit and get away from all the attention that I don't need.

I feel a nudge against my shoulder, "You can sit with us if you want, dude." I look at a pretty thin built guy. He extends his hand to me, "I'm Jake,"

I take his hand, "I'm Austin,"

"So where'd you come from?" he asks as he combs his hand through his side swept brown hair.

"Texas," I lived there nearly my whole life and had the friends I needed even changing schools didn't stop that.

"You moved from Texas to California?" he scoffs, "Man that sucks. Why the sudden move?"

"My dad's a CEO and transferred here for the business." It's the same excuse my dad gives me for moving around.

Jake and I talk during lunch. He's an alright guy compared to the other dudes who just ask about my car and who my dad is, but he talked about everything other than all that.

"What class do you have next?" He asks while we walk into the hallway.

I take out my schedule and look at my last class of the day, "Spanish with Mrs. Nunez."

He chuckles, "You're lucky man. That's a pretty easy class. You won't really learn the language but you'll get an easy A for at least trying."

I walk into the class along with the rest of the students there. There are Spanish writing on the board and different picture of Hispanic countries. Mrs. Nunez looks like she's in her mid-thirties with light brown hair styled back into a ponytail. She sees me and realizes that I'm not one of her usual students.

"You must be our transfer student." She takes the paper from me, "You can take a seat anywhere." I take a seat in the front row against the wall. The bell rings and the last person to walk through the door catches my attention. "Buenos días clase, we have a new student joining us today." She points to me, "This is Austin," she then turns to the girl sitting at her desk, "This is Camila, and she is my student aid. If you need any help and I'm busy you can just ask her."

During class we watch a Spanish soap opera. Even with the subtitles on it I still don't understand the drama in it. Wouldn't it be easy to just tell the guy who's in love with you that you love him too? That would save us from a hundred episodes. Suddenly Camila sits in the empty desk next to me. She smiles through her full glossy lips, her dark brown hair nearly looks black in the dim light is curled at the ends passing her shoulders.

"Hey, so this is a journal everyone has. Every Friday you write in it answering the questions that Mrs. Nunez gives." She hands me a composition notebook. I notice a tattoo on her hand, it's a Rosario wrapped around her wrist with the cross giving the illusion its hanging on the back of her hand. She looks back at me, "Welcome to L.A."