When The World Was At Our Feet

Chapter 1

There I was sitting with my hands in my face, questioning honestly to myself, where did I go wrong? I shouldn't even be sitting in this desk starring at the board as my professor asked over and over again if anyone knew the answer to the equation. I lifted my head off my hands and sat up, taking the opportunity to sit back. I raised my hands as my mind throbbed. "Can anyone except Ms. Arroyo answer for once?" He rolled his eyes, annoyed and with every right. "It's 45, 45" I blurted out. "Thank you, Ms. Arroyo," Mr. Ferro shook his head. "People, you can not depend on Ms. Arroyo for the whole semester, it's march and you guys can't get this right. Come on." He scoffed. "I'm going to the principle and telling him you're putting us down as students" A voice in the back complained. I raised both brows and I slumped in my chair, tapping my wooden pencil on my gridded notebook. "Right- after I write a referral for everyone in this class except for Ms. Arroyo, explaining how everyone is failing because they refuse to try in class-" He said as he grabbed a ruler and walked up to Martha Kendrick's desk, before slapping it on the table. "and PAY ATTENTION" Ferro shook his head. The class became embarrassingly quiet. "It's 3:08 you may go." He shook his head, as everyone got up and b-lined straight towards the door. "Excellent work today Ms. Arroyo." He called as I was one of the last out the door. "Well- It's not rocket science." I shrugged as I exited. The bell wouldn't ring for another five minutes, though Ferro always released us early since we were unfortunate enough to have our fourth block in trailers. It took five minutes to get out of the small four-roomed brick-shaped blocks and up the hill, -which took extremely longer when raining or recently after so- because the school refused to put any sidewalks for students, but, god forbid something would happen to the sidewalk by the gym were both coaches parked their 1996 mustang and 2017 Ferrari. 

"I can't believe, I'm stuck in that class" I scoffed as I entered my locker combination. "Well.." Fredi Tallis said as he shut my locker closed right as I opened it. "You're so lame." I rolled my eyes, opening it once more before putting away my Advanced Math Decision books and then taking my bookbag out. "I have no one in that class." I shut my locker. "Well- you could have had me, but you told me to switch it when I asked you." He smiled sheepishly. "Well- I mean, I spared you. You don't need that class. I wish I didn't." We started to walk towards the front of the school towards the bus lane. "Sucks to have failed Algebra, you would have been done with your credits last semester." He pressed his lips together forming a smile. "You suck." I rolled my eyes. "But you love me." He kissed my cheek. "Yeah- no." I teased. 

"So- prom is on the 11th of April!" Cara Roma rushed up to me. "Wow," I said a slight bit unamused. "We should totally go as a group!" Cara exclaimed as Fredi and I looked for our bus. "I thought me and Fredo were going as a date." I rubbed his curls. "My curly boy." I squished his face. "You're gross, don't touch me." He fanned my hand away. "Yeah- a boyfriend who loves you? Don't know em!" I playfully teased. "There's our bus Sunshine." He pointed to the gigantic flat-nosed automobile. "Bye Cara." We both said in Unison together. "Say hey to Lechuga for me." Cara waved. "He hates you," I shouted as I climbed up the stairs. "Does Lechuga really hate her?" Fredi asked with a snicker as we walked down the bus aisle. "Yep- He hates the voice she uses to talk to him and always hides behind his wheel when she does so," I explained as we sat down in an empty seat. "There's Adam, your crush." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes at Fredi. Adam Surri, grade 12, sat in the seat across from my usual spot as there were no empty ones in the front this one time during the morning route; Fredi came and asked if he had tried to talk to me, I simply said no. Fredi then proceeded to be pressed all day about it. "You need to let it go." I rolled my eyes. "Defending him now are we?" Fredi asked as the bus closed it's doors and it's engine started, the loud rumbling noise causing the window pains to vibrate vigorously. Just like your ex? I thought about saying it, but I've let it go, it doesn't make me mad, I just hate how Fredi uses things from the past that I have no control over against me. 

The bus ride was long and quiet, I wasn't in the mood to deal with Fredi's wet tea bag comments today. "You seemed awfully quiet." He mentioned as we almost got to his stop. "It's hard to spark a conversation when you always paint me as a cheater." I smiled as the bus made a stop by Brooklyn park, "I have to go." He furrowed his brows. "Bye." He kissed my cheek. "I'll text you." He walked off. Believe me, I liked Fredi, I had intense feelings for this boy, I loved him and all but lately, the guy makes throwing and hanging oneself over a cliff edge more apealing than being with him, but I'm pretty sure he has had his moments where he's felt the absolute same about my loud mouth self. It was five minutes in and two different bus stops where I got a message from him, I didn't feel like dealing with another argument, so I sat back and let the bus glide through the streets as the sun beamed through the glass panes of the half-empty bus and onto my face, as all I could think of at the moment was begging. Begging for the sun to stay and dry up that disgusting mud on the hill that leads to the trailers.