Problems (EDITING)

Alma - #1. Notes, Crushes, And OC's

I walk into my seventh period class, excited to see my crush. He's one of the cutest guys in school, and he's super popular. I've been crushing on him from afar, since I am, well, pretty much the exact opposite of popular. I have approximately one friend, and she doesn't even go to this school. I sit down in the back of the class, like I always do. Since I don't exactly have any friends, I tend sit at the very back of the class by myself. Teachers tend to love me, although students? Not so much. Jimmy Hernandez, A.K.A, the man of my dreams, walks into the class. He flips his ear-length black hair out of his eyes, which are a beautiful forest green. He's laughing with his friends, and I take the time to admire him again as he leans against the blue door frame of the classroom.

He has a thicker build, being captain of the both the soccer and the football team. he has a large, slightly crooked nose, thin lips, and a darker complexion, being half Mexican. His friend looks over in my direction, sees me, and nudges Jimmy. I can hear his whisper from here.

"Hey Jimboy, that girl over there is staring at you." I advert my eyes quickly as he looks over, that heart-melting half-smirk turned in my direction. I see the amused gleam in his eyes before I have turned away, and I can feel the blush creeping its way up the back of my neck and into my cheeks. I see him move from his spot on the door frame out of the corner of my eye, starting to walk over to me. Luckily for me, the late bell rings, and he adjusts his path towards the front of the class after having given me a once-over.

Oh my god he noticed me! I think, panicked. Oh my god what am I gonna do?!?! Ohmygodohmygodohm-

"Good afternoon class!" Says Mr. Erickson, cutting off the nervous rambling in my head. "Today is going to be SO much fun." Half the class groans, because we know how much of a bulls**t lie that is. "Well,thanks for being so excited you guys, but regardless, we will be learning about how acids and bases react to each other."  The entirety of the class groans again,  but we pull out our notebooks anyways. Well, most of the class does, anyways. I pull out my sketchbook and start drawing, seeing as I already know this. In fact, I should be in AP Chem, but I wouldn't let the counselor put me in that class seeing as Jimmy was in this one. Don't bother asking how I found out.

As Mr. Erickson starts droning on, and I start drawing my new OC, who's name is Moshe. He's a half cat, half human hybrid, but let's just say that he's such a fox, if you know what I mean. I draw out the shape of his head, neck and shoulders, And move back to his head, sketching out the shape and length of his hair, and suddenly I hear a soft chuckle. I automatically cover Moshe as I look up. I see Jimmy sitting in front of me, his eyes fixated on my paper.

"Drawing me?" He asks, with the biggest smirk on his face.

"No, actually. His name is Moshe." I say, glaring. "He's my OC." I'm too annoyed right now to be freaking out over the fact that he's talking to me. I look at the blank look on his face and want to laugh. Not being able to resist, I let out a half-laugh. "It stands for Original Character. Pretty much, a character created by an artist or role player for the sake of fun." I look at him. He chuckles nervously, and I raise an eyebrow at him. He gives me his heart-melting grin, and I start to blush again.

"Mr. Hernandez! According to your grade in this class, you need to be up here taking notes and not back there harassing Ms. Landon." Jimmy smirks up at Mr. Erickson, but as soon as he sees his glare, Jimmy stands up and saunters slowly back to his seat, pausing to turn and give me a wink before sitting down. I blush even harder. Mr. Erickson goes back to lecturing the class, and I go back to Moshe, finishing sketching him and finalizing him in pen.

Eventually, in the last 15 minutes of class, he wraps up notes, moving onto listing out lab partners. I really hope that I get into a group with Jimmy but, knowing my luck, I wouldn't. He starts listing off groups, and I listen for either mine or Jimmy's name to be called.

Finally, in the second to last group, he calls off Jimmy's name. "Andrew, Jimmy, Andrea, and Janet." I internally die, both of happiness and of sadness. "Ruben, Alma, and Derek are in the last group. All groups will be listed in the back of the class in case you forget." The bell rings, and I stuff my backpack with my Items and rush out of the science lab and into the daylight. I rush to my locker, which is on the other, which also happens to be on the opposite side of the bus loading area. I grab my English, Spanish, and History books, and shove everything else in the locker, and, giving it a slam, rush over towards the bus. Someone runs smack-dab into me, then rushes off, making me even later to the bus than I already am. Jimmy rides the same bus as I do, but while I sit in the front, he sits in the back.

I climb onto the bus just before the driver closes the door, and see that every seat is taken, besides the one beside some random guy. I think he's in my Chemistry class. I walk down the isle towards him. "Excuse me?" I mumble, adverting my eyes.

"Yes?" He says, looking at me with a pair of jade green eyes.

"Um, may I sit here? I mean, every other seat is taken, or else I wouldn't be asking." He's looking at me like I'm crazy or something for asking.

"Okay?" He replies, the question evident in his voice. I sit down, but sit on the very edge of the seat, as not to bother him. He turns to me, amusement in those jade green eyes of his. "I don't bite you know." He says. "You don't have to sit all the way over there." I scootch a little bit closer. "Come here." He says as he wraps his arm around me to drag me closer. I'm guessing that he's a player. I stiffen as he touches me. He looks at me weirdly. "Anyway, what's your name?" He asks, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

I study him before answering. He has spiky black hair, chiseled cheekbones and strong jawline. The mystery player also had a large nose, full lips, and tan skin, like he was constantly out in the sun.  "I'm Alma Landon." I say, having to talk way to loud just to be heard on the stuffy, over-crowded bus.

"I'm Ruben Shaddox. Are you in seventh period Chem? I think you're my lab partner."

"Yeah." I say, furrowing my brow. "I think so."

We kinda sit there in silence as the bus gets more and more empty. After about five stops, the bus screeches to another halt and Ruben gets up.

"This is, uh, my stop. Bye!" He says, even though it had been like, two awkward minutes of talking and fifteen minutes of silence.

"Bye." I mumble, standing up to let him off. "See you tomorrow in Chem." I say, louder.

"'Kay." He smiles at me and does a little finger wave my way. I sit back down and get off a couple stops down, thinking about the two guys, sorta, in my life as I walk home.