When The World Was At Our Feet

Chapter 2

I giggled as Karla Alvarez put a random circle on my sketchbook. Josselyn Lagos laughed from her table as she already knew what was going on. "Boing." I said quietly as I drew two circles randomly on it. "Is that a cookie?" Ms. Foster asked. We giggled as we both answered no in unison. "What is it?" She asked, eating her salad. "So me and Karla play this game where one of us draws a circle and have to make the craziest drawing out of it." I answered. "Yeah- my drawings are always better than Sunny's." She teased me. "Shut up." I added a random line as she had added a "u" shape around one of the smaller circles. "What is it going to be?" Foster asked. "We're not sure yet." I said.

"We'll figure it out." Karla smiled, drawing a small pine tree. "We can make it into a lake!" I said as the lightbulb inside my head turned on. "Well after lunch -which you all have five minutes until-, I want you guys working. This AP portfolio isn't going to make itself. "Ms. Foster yelled as she walked away "I want to create everything except the art for my sustained investigation." I frowned. "Take AP art they said, it would be fun they said." Karla teased as we both had now stopped from drawing. Third Block, AP Art. The only class who's workload didn't fill me with anxiety and one-half of my favorite classes. The giant room was plastered with artworks from various talented students, as well as various art supplies adorned with proof of years and days of hard student's work, while we were able to work on black studio tables, our school didn't necessarily have funding to get us paint isles, nor new supplies, so often the room was filled with strangers who wanted to buy ramen noodles that Ms. Foster sold to fund the art program herself. "So any new tea on Fredo?" Karla asked. Karla was the only person I actually told any problems in my relationship to. "He just keeps making comments about Adam." I shrugged. "You don't even talk to him!" She furrowed her brows. "I know right." I shook my head speaking in a low and quiet voice. "I doubt he thinks I'm staying away from Adam." I rolled my eyes. "He's acting as if you and Adam have had a thing. You guys have never talked, and if it weren't for him sitting next to you that one day in the morning you would have never even known he moved here." She scoffed. "But what am I gonna do about it?" I turned to look at her. "I mean you could leave-" She blurted out. My eyes darted at her before I turned my head completely to look at her. "Like -as in- break up with him?" I sat up straight. "I mean- Look, don't you think that if there is no trust, then you guys have nothing?" She asked. "There's love." I blinked. "Is it really love if he doesn't trust you, and do you think you actually want to love someone, who doesn't trust you?" She said blatantly. I thought about that for a second; in a sense Karla Alvarez was correct, I had noticed Fredi distancing himself slowly. Throughout the whole month of January, It felt like he wasn't even there like we were friends instead of dating. He stopped coming to my classroom during his lunch period and started staying in his. He stopped walking me to my classes and sometimes he didn't even hold my hand in the hallways. Which personally I don't mind, but Fredi is super cuddly and touchy and has been that way for the whole three years that we have been dating; seeing him all of a sudden stop at the same time as all these problems started between us, just seems kind of off. 

The bell-ringing interrupted my thoughts. "Coming with?" Karla asked as she stood up, holding a dollar bill in her hand. We both hated going into the cafeteria right when everyone else did, so we both went to the construction room where the teacher there sold chips to help fund for FBLA since he was one of the advisors for the organization. "You know- forget Fredo! Ever since he stopped coming to you for lunch you and I have time to go to the cafeteria and chill with our friends!" She smiled. "Yeah" I giggled thinking about everything all over again. 

"So what do you say?" She said as we walked down the empty and silent hallway making our way to the chatter filled room. "I'm so sorry! Excuse me!" Ms. Foster said as she nearly bumped into us. We both looked at the young middle eastern woman in question as she rushed down the hallway before looking at each other. "What do you think happened now?" I asked. "I don't know but, School mom things I assume." She chuckled as Ms. Foster had that type of connection with students and a lot of us sought her for comfort and advice in our hectic disorganized teenage lives. "Who knows baby girl!" I smiled at her.