We'll Be Fine (Princeton Love Story EDITING)

1. "Starstruck"

Jacob's Point Of View

I looked out the window. Ugh, could this teacher get any more boring. I just wanted to tell her to shut up and go find her baby daddy. Lol, I crack myself up. But, honestly I really despise Mrs.Firtz.

I'm sure she knows that we all know that her husband left her because their daughter isn't his. These past few months all she's been acting like is a bitch. Somebody needs to complain to the principal that she needs to go on a vacation or something.

"Jacob, what is the answer to number eight." Mrs.Firtz's voice asked to me. She knew I wasn't paying attention and loves to try to humiliate me.

"I could care less." I mumbled

"What was that Mr.Perez?"

"Nothing."

"Now, what is the answer to number eight."

I looked down at my geography book.

I'm lucky I'm smart.

"1819?" I said in a questioning manner.

She rolled her eyes and didn't say anything.

I knew I was right...sort of.

RING RING RING

"Aye, Jay! Wait up." Ray said while getting his stuff & getting up "Aye, it's a new girl wit a fat ass booty. Ima hit dat." He rubbed his hands together

"Well, don't hit it so hard you bust yo' own ass. Aahhh I crack myself up." I said laughing.

"Aahhh, shut the fuck up." He said walking away.

"Don't get mad, get glad!" I yelled after him.

"Fuck you Jacob." He started walking down the hall, flipping me off.

"YOLO NIGGAAAA!!" I yelled after him. As a teacher yelled out, "Watch your language."

I starting walking down the other way and made a mistake and bumped into someone.

"My bad." I looked at her then double looked.

She was gorgeous.

Big beautiful brown eyes, perfect black curls & she had perfect caramel skin.

"Oh your fine, it was my fault. Sorry." She said holding her schedule and her books.

She told me she had just transferred here and I asked for her schedule and she gave it to me. I scanned and seen we had most of our classes together.

"That's my next class, I'll take you to your locker then just follow me there. Looks like your locker is a few lockers down from mine. So just follow me." I started down the hallway and she trailed behind me. I showed her, her locker and went to mine.

I put my geography book back in my locker and grabbed my Spanish book.

I looked at her and got a full body glance of her. Her curly hair was shoulder length, and she was really beautiful.

I walked over to her, "You ready um..."

"Aaliyah, Aaliyah Moore."

"Pretty name. I'm Jacob Perez."

"Thanks, you have a nice name too."

I made a mistake and told her one of my corny jokes. Anybody else would probably straight face me but she laughed.

"I guess we should get going to class."

She laughed "Yes we should." Then she smirked.

I had a feeling. I know I was going to get her. But how?

We went into Spanish and everyone looked at us.

Her cheeks turned instant red and I could tell she was embarrassed.

There was a few 'oohs' mainly from Craig and Chres but I just gave them the evil eye. She was not the same as those basic hoes. Plus word was going to get back and cause drama.

"Welcome." Señorita Listle said to Aaliyah.

She didn't say anything back so I said "This is Aaliyah Moore. She just transferred here." I pushed her up a little bit.

"Well Ms.Moore, you may sit in that emty seat next to Jacob." I smiled. Thank you Listle.

She came and sat down then Listle said "Hola clase tenemos una nueva estudiante, por favor darle la bienvenida con gusto." She looked at me because she didn't understand what she had said. Then the whole class said "Hola Aaliyah." She blushed again then waved at the class. She was so adorable.

"Hey, are you Mexican?" She looked at me.

"Yes I am, mixed with black." I kissed my teeth.

"Cool. But yeah you just volunteered yourself to tutor me cause I don't know a thing about Spanish."

"Sí Sí cariño." I smirked

"What does that mean? All I understand is yes?" She looked lost.

"You'll figure it out soon enough cariño." I smirked again.

"Annoying." She said playfully.

"Whatever cariño, whatever."

She whipped her head in the other direction making her curls swing.

She was beautiful.