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"It is only at the first encounter that a face makes its full impression on us"~ ◇Arthur Schopenhauer◇
Anna's POV
Friday
Chapter 1: Meetings and Cursings📖
"You've got to be kidding me!" the green-eyed guy scoffs turning away from me. I watch his broad shoulders rise and fall with every harsh breath he intakes. He turns back around with a tightly clenched jaw and looking slightly less pissed off. Slightly.
His eyes watch me with fire dancing in them, his slightly freckled nose flares as the time goes by. We're sort of having a stare down or more like him trying to intimidate me, but I stand my ground. Realizing that I don't intend to back down he finally turns his piercing green eyes on the teacher. He's like a ticking time bomb. He flicks his tongue out and glides it over the metal ring in his bottom lip and rolls it between his teeth as he bites at his pale pink plump bottom lip.
"I can assure you that I'm not kidding you Mr. Santiago and please lower your tone." Ms. Grentine comments pushing her glasses further up her nose.
I know we all despise group works. Like people on a whole are very unreliable. But he seems to despise me, more than the thought of working with me.
"If you're worried about doing all the work alone, don't worry I'm not the lackadaisical type," I assure him staring back at him with the same hatred in my light brown eyes.
"I'm pretty sure I didn't ask you anything Ms. Eager Beaver," he laughs glancing at me from head to toe.
My hand automatically goes up to my hair, that's still in one at the top from my last class- English.
I also look down at my uniform, dark blue academy jacket and baby blue blazer over my white long-sleeved blouse. Dark blue plaid pleated skirt that stops above my knees, knee high black socks and my favorite black wedge heeled shoe since I'm quite short.
The gold chain that rests on my red tie suddenly feels heavy, and I narrow my eyes at him for being so goddamn rude. Who pissed in his cup of tea eh?
"So what? You've never heard of, I don't know- freedom of speech Mr. Grouchy?"
His scoffs as he glares at me intensely, then turns to the closed classroom door running his hand through his curly brown hair. His uniform shirt sleeves are bunched up at his elbow and a smart silver watch on his right wrist is shown. As the bottom of his white long sleeve uniform shirt rises, the top of his grey Calvin Klein boxers is shown, with a little trail of hair leading down.
Eyes up there Anna, I mentally scold myself. Don't get any weird ideas. He's a silent jerk.
"Bickering like kids, aren't you?" Ms. Grentine laughs looking between us and for a second I forgot she was here with us.
Yeah, he pissed me off within 3 mins. I'd like to think that's a habit of his, was what I wanted to say, but I didn't.
"I just don't think I need to be working on this with a partner. You know I'm perfectly capable of doing this myself," he all but grumbles.
What's this? He's throwing a fit because of a pair work. If every student did that then this school would be flooding with delinquents. So, who is he exactly, to be acting like this? I'm sure he's not a runaway prince from a Disney movie.
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Novela Juvenil"It's not the pain that ruins us. It's the things we do to avoid that pain, you just need to face it." I tell him running my fingers through his wet hair. A fire ignites in his eyes and he pushes me off of him, my hand falling to my side. His jaw ha...
