Friday, September 13.
I'm out with Carson for lunch again. Nothing eventful really happened this morning. Just a few quizzes and all.
"So Lij, care to explain to me why you were staring at me all last period?" He asks.
"Huh? What do- uh I don't- I- I wasn't." I stammer.
"No, I think you were." He laughs.
I feel my face burn.
"Are you hungry?" He asks.
"Not really." I say, shaking my head.
"Pues what do you want to do?" He asks.
"Teach me spanish." I say.
"No way." He says, "I'm not a teacher type of guy."
"Please." I say.
"No." He chuckles, "Not happening. Not ever."
"Please." I stress.
He sighs and smirks at me.
"Fine. You know you're very very very annoying sometimes." He says, "You wanna learn bad words or what?"
"Teach me whatever." I say.
"Alright. Pendejo means stupid. Hijo de puta means son of a bitch. Uh, mierda means shit." He says.
"I'm gonna butcher the pronunciation if I even try to say all that." I say, "What does lindo mean?"
"Why?"
"Because I hear you say that a lot." I say.
"I don't say it that much." He says, "It means cute, you dumbass. Eres muy lindo."
I look at him with a confused expression.
"Nothing." He says.
"Did you call me cute?" I ask.
"You're catching on huh?" He asks, "But that's all I'm ever going to teach you. For now."
"You're an asshole." I say.
"Ya ya, no mames, amor." He says.
"What does that mean?" I ask.
"I told you I wasn't gonna teach you anymore." He says.
I sigh and cross my arms.
"You're so fucking stubborn." He laughs.
"Shut up." I smile.
"You're cute." He says, ruffling my hair.
"Stop it!" I say, fixing my hair back how it was.
"Stop it." He mocks.
We've been driving around town for the past ten minutes, trying to pass the thirty minutes lunch lasts.
"Hey uh, after school do you wanna come with me to the park? I mean, not right after school like, at ten? There's gonna be a meteor shower and there's gonna be a bunch of people." He says.
"You didn't wanna go alone or what?" I ask.
"No, I just wanted to see if you wanna go. You don't have to if you don't wanna." He says.
"Yeah I'll go." I say.
I won't be able to see anything but at least I'll spend time with him. Even if I do see some, it won't be that visible to me.
"Wait really?" He asks.
"Yeah?" I say.
"Okay." He says with a smile.
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sightless
Teen FictionElijah just moved to a new school and doesnt have any friends. He hopes he'll fit in and find at least one friend in this highly populated school. All he has is his mother trying her best to help him. He just wants to do normal teenager things but i...
