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TODAY WAS THURSDAY. Almost Friday. Which meant it was almost the end of the week. And the day was almost over.
I sat in the study room, desperately searching through Lu's social media, trying to find pictures of her for the project. I had almost finished half of the project, and I dread to wonder what she'd written about me in mine. Despite my strong dislike for her, I think I made sure her profile was quite nice and not biased. However, she and I are different and knowing how much she seems to hate me, I wasn't looking forward to seeing what she had written about me. At the same time, I had a feeling it wouldn't be too bad considering she wanted to win that weird-looking trophy. To win, she had to work hard all year, and that included class projects, as well as extracurriculars and exams. And our teacher, Martin, seems like he would fail her if she sat there and called me a bitch on my profile. I could be wrong, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.
As I continued to search through Lu's Instagram, and other social media, Carla sat down in front of me, smiling sweetly, but looking slightly worried. "Has visto a Christian? Has hablado con él hoy?" She asks in a hushed voice, and I stare at her confused. "No, no lo he hecho. Problemas en el paraíso? Tu novio averiguó sobre ustedes dos?" She stares at me wide-eyed, shushing me and pulling me towards her. "How do you know about that? Did Christian tell you?" I shake my head, "No. But you two weren't exactly discreet, you guys were all over each other in the corridor and at Marina's. And then, of course, you started ignoring Polo, and he was worried he'd done something wrong."
"Well, he has now." She said quickly, just as Polo walked in, and she stormed right past him, leaving him to call after her quietly, before sitting on his own, clearly upset. I didn't know what to do, what I could say, or what had even happened. Carla had said that he had done something wrong, but she was the one cheating on him. It made no sense. Life here really was confusing and messy.
I put my earphones in as I resumed my project, really wanting to get this done as soon as possible, so I didn't have to be trying to finish it over the weekend. The deadline was Monday, but I was almost done, and since I had a free period I figured I may as well finish it now so I can relax on the weekend. I opened up my phone, changed the song and dropped Christian a quick text to see if he was okay. Within seconds my phone began ringing, and I answered, grabbing my stuff and wandering into an empty class so we could talk.
"Estas malditas personas ricas. Los odio todos." He hissed down the phone, and I heard the sound of him inhaling, and immediately knew he was smoking. "Woah. Calmarse. Qué ha pasado?" He inhaled again, I could hear his breathing through the phone, and he sighed loudly. Silence filled the phone call briefly before he spoke again.
"Él lo sabía. Él lo sabía. Nos miraba, nos miraba. Lo disfrutó. Bicho raro. Él la dejó hacerlo!" He rushed out, annoyance, upset and confusion all evident in his voice. I was confused too, what on earth is up with these rich people? He watched another guy fuck his girlfriend. Why would you want that? That's your girl? Christian was right, he is weird. "Estaba con Carla, nos besábamos y todo estaba bien. Entonces Polo vino y me contó todo. Me fui y les dije que se jodan. Está loco." He said, voice raising towards the end and I shook my head at the thought of the pair of them playing games with Christian. They could have at least told him sooner. He's a person, not a plaything.
"Tengo que irme, tengo clase de gimnasia. Hablaré contigo más tarde." He said, and I hummed in agreement before he hung up the phone. I quickly finished the final few pieces of the project and decided that it was good enough, before sending it to Martin's email. I hoped that it would meet his standards, I wasn't quite sure what he expected from his students, but I guess I'd find out soon enough since we had class next, and if everyone had completed their project, he would go through them in class rather than waiting for Monday.
The bell rang, signalling the last class of the day, and I got up, heading just two classes down to where Martin sat, typing away on his computer. The class was filling up quickly, and Christian walked in, avoiding both Carla and Polo, before glancing over at me. I nodded slightly to him, just as he sat down and Martin began talking.
"Chicos, he recibido todos vuestros trabajos en el mail y queria daros las gracias, estoy muy satisfecho. Habreis comprobado que este ha sido un trabajo muy importante para conocernos mejor a nosotros mismos y para saber qué es lo que queremos que los demás conozcan de nosotros. Cuál es la imagen que queremos proyectar. Qué es lo que ocultamos a los demás? Somos realmente lo que los demás creen ue somos o solo ven nuestro mejor perfil?"
Glances were exchanged around the classroom as Martin spoke, and untold secrets and tension filled the air as we were all waiting for the day to end so that there was only one day left before we could escape Las Encinas for the weekend.
