I hop out of my car and reach over the passenger's seat to grab my bag.
"So, why the change of heart?" Esme asks, climbing out of the car, too. She lives the street across from me so I sometimes give her and her younger sister, Alyssa, a ride to school. I told her about me giving Zamari an invitation to the study sessions.
"I don't really know. Last week we kind of just talked and realized we have a couple of things in common. We usually bark at each other but there was a sudden change," I say, as we walk down the parking lot.
"I mean I guess, but you're gonna have to try to convince the rest of the group, because as of right now they think he's a rebel kid that has no motivation," she responds. Her hair tumbles down her shoulders and over her white tank top. She has some old ripped jeans that fit her perfect shape and a pair of Adidas. I, on the other hand, come to school with some comfy leggings, a grey v-neck, and Nike shoes. We can tell who tries to look nice.
"I'll talk to them. You just have to get to know him. But I do need help teaching him cuz how I'm doing it is apparently not the right way," I say and she laughs.
"We'll plunge things to his brain. Maybe Freddie will get to him," she jokes and I laugh.
We walk into the main building and make our way to our normal spot in the morning. We enter and exit the office building and go around the Math building until we see the giant oak tree. Freddie and Naomi are sitting on the benches and I catch Naomi yelling at Freddie.
"In what world is that okay?" Naomi yells.
"It's legal in some places! Indians can have multiple wives. I don't see the problem!" He argues.
"You're the problem!" Naomi hisses. She looks up and her face is full of relief when she sees us.
"Is there any way you can be certified to give someone a vasectomy in a short period of time?" She asks pulling her hair back.
"You can always do it wrong and he'd still shut up," I joke and Freddie rolls his eyes.
"Haha, very funny," he says and I give him a sweet smile.
"I'm a certified comedian, thank you,"
"Did you get your degree in clown school?" He asks and pouts.
"Yeah, and I also saw your mom there and she made this extremely funny joke. Do you remember what it was called, Esme?" I ask her and she shrugs but is interested in my response. "Frederik Alfonso Chapman III." I pause in between each name. Naomi and Esme burst out laughing and Freddie pretends to cry.
"You know I'm kidding, Fred!" I say and move towards him and hug him from behind.
"No, I'm calling child services now."
We can hear Dante and Noah walking from the distance, their laugh is recognizable. Noah is in a maroon v-neck that brings out his hazel eyes pop. His light skin has sprinkles of freckles around his face and his tiny curls form a shadow over his head. Dante has a red polo shirt and some white vans to tie the look. His skin is darker than Noah's, and his hair is high and edged up with a low fade. His diamond studs shine with the sun hitting them. I catch Esme staring at him and I smile. Just ask him out, I thought.
"Hey, babe!" Noah calls out at Naomi.
"Noah!" She screeches and goes to her boyfriend and jumps on him.
"Freddie being himself again?" He asks, motioning to Freddie pretending to wipe some tears.
"Like always," she responds and they laugh.
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Salted Wound
Teen FictionAnastacia Flores doesn't live a perfect life, but she pushes herself into her education to have a bright future and become a teacher. She is loved and supported by her family, her boyfriend, Luis, and her best friends. Zamari Sabian is a deviant wh...
