The Life Of 'Bello (Intersex/Camila)

I Kinda Like Her?

I found out Leigh-Anne shared French class with me, which surprised me since I've never noticed her before. She sat a few rows behind me, so, guess that explains it.

None of my friends had this class, but Austin and his buddy Brandon does. Brandon is pretty quiet, but doesn't seem like it. He was taller than Austin and a bit on the heavy side.

He was also really nice... when Austin wasn't around.

In the corner of my eye, I see the two snickering and glancing my way. Our teacher, Mr. Dupont had put on Ratatouille and sat at his desk to grade papers since we finished our small amount of work for the day.

I began playing Temple Run on my iPod Touch when I suddenly decide to look behind me, Leigh-Anne being almost directly in my line of sight. She was still writing notes, a distressed look on her face.

The classroom was dark since Dupont switched the lights off before playing the movie on the rolling TV stand. I glance down at my finished notes, debating on making conversation.

Usually, I just talk to girls easily, but there was something about her that made me nervous. A type of feeling I had only with Lauren a while back.

Oh, God, I barely know the girl and I already like her. Damn, I catch feelings quick.

I pick up my notebook and held it out behind me. "Psst," I call out as quietly as I can as to not disturb anyone actually paying attention to a movie we've watched a million times in this class.

The girl looks up at me, her stressed look still in her eyebrows. "Here, I've finished," I whisper. She smiles beautifully, them metal rows meeting me.

"Thanks," she whispers back. I subconsciously smile and send a wink her way before going back to my iPod.

Class was over just before Linguini tells everyone that Remy has been helping him the whole time and I start to collect my things. While I was slipping on my backpack, someone taps me and I look to see it was Leigh-Anne.

"Thanks again," she says. I admit, I was surprised to hear her accent. It was cute, though. "You're British?" I asked. She nods, smiling a bit. "Yeah, I know. You never knew brown people lived there."

I shake my head, "Nah, that's not what I was gonna say at all." She furrows her eyebrows and I proceed, "I was gonna say I've never met anyone from there." She squints at me in a playful type way before giggling.

I chuckle, "Oh, I'm Carlos, by the way. Carlos Cabello." She hikes her big backpack on her shoulders, making the short sleeves of her uniform shirt bunch under the straps. "Leigh-Anne Pinnock," she holds her hand out and I shake it.

"Pleased to meet you," I joke, sending my signature smile, causing her to giggle again. "Mind if I walk you to your next class, Leigh-Anne?" She bites her lip before nodding. We then started out, walking into the crowded, loud hallways.

I move to her left side, her now being close to the lockers. "Why'd you move?" She asks curiously. "Wouldn't want you getting shoulder checked by someone in a rush. It can get pretty rowdy here."

I notice her cheeks flush like earlier and I can't help but smile at how cute she is. "Yeah, I've learned my first week."

"How long have you been here in the states?" I ask. "About a month now."