As Sunny walked into class, she noticed someone was in her seat. Already angry from people bumping into her walking to class, she was ready to pop off.

"Excuse me," she said to the person.

They lifted their dark brown hair and she looked into matching eyes. She couldn't help but blush as she realized how similar they looked. They had the same mole under the same eye.

"Yes?" he drawled out.

The bell was about to ring and her teacher had a stupid rule. Everyone had to be in their assigned seats or else they were marked absent. She needed her seat.

"That's my seat."

"It's mine now," he smirked.

She softly groaned and sat down in the chair beside him. She clenched her jaw, which hurt because she just got her braces tightened, and faced forward. From the corner of her right eye, she saw the guy face toward her.

"So, what grade are you in?" he asked a boy, Tim, at her table.

"We are both freshmen." Tim motioned between him and Philip.

"Oh, I'm a junior."

"Huh? You look like a senior." Philip laughed.

Sunny didn't partake in the conversation. She was being petty and didn't allow him any information about her. It wasn't until class officially started did she start talking.

"Hola clase, como estan hoy?" their teacher asked.

"Bien." everyone said at the same time.

Sunny zoned out as buenas noticias was being done. She never talked during it out of fear that she'd mess up. She sat in the background and listened to everyone else talk. She had already taken the class, she had to retake it, so she didn't need to practice much.

"Hoy vamos aprender palabras para presente preterito y presente perfecto."

Senora Lewis started to pass out papers by table. As the teacher got to their table, she noticed the new face. She had been busy with the attendance issues.

"Y quien eres tu?"

"Soy Christopher Vasquez. Mi consejero me puso en esta clase, hoy es mi primer día," he explained with no hesitation in his voice.

Sunny, as well as everyone else, was shocked. No one knew Spanish that well in their class. She was intimidated and realized she was no longer the smartest at their table.

"Bienvenidos Christopher." Senora Lewis nodded before walking to the next table.

"You know Spanish?" Philip asked.

"Yeah, I am Mexican," Christopher laughed, "but I speak it at home too."

"She knows Spanish too." Tim pointed to Sunny.

"You do?" Christopher smirked at Sunny.

She nodded and passed the paper to each of them. She didn't want to answer. She knew just the right amount of Spanish but she wasn't on his level. She didn't like it. She thought she was going to be ahead of everyone in the class.

"I already took this class," she confessed.

"Same," he said excitedly.

"Why are you here?"

"I skipped most of the class." he shrugged.

"I just didn't do the work." she gave him a weird look.

She didn't know how someone could skip class. She was raised to not skip and go to each class. She had her rarities of being late but that was all. She never missed a class.

Hell, she rarely missed a day unless she had an appointment.

"I was bad last year, I smoked the entire time." he laughed.

"Like cigarette?" Philip asked in a hushed voice.

The four of them leaned in. For Spanish III students, they weren't allowed to speak English. It was a way for them to get a complete grasp of it and learn quicker. Everyone spoke both languages nonetheless.

"No, weed."

"Really? As a sophomore?" Tim's eyes were wide.

"Yeah, I started smoking when I was thirteen. Did any of you come from Saints?"

The three of them nodded. So he was an eighth-grader when she was in seventh. He was just a year older. Maybe even less. She wondered about him as he was a new person in her life.

Well, school life.

"I started smoking there in the field where no one looked. The spot behind the baseball field," he said as he grabbed a pencil for the notes.

They didn't talk much for the remainder of the day. Sunny found herself looking over at Kaiden. He had been her crush since the middle of their eighth-grade year. His blue eyes looked up at that second and they stared at each other.

Sunny blushed as she looked down. He knew she liked him, he had known since last year. He hasn't supposed to know but her ex-friends spilled the beans. She hid behind a column as they told him to which he replied:

Nice.

She was crushed and embarrassed. He wouldn't talk to her anymore. Not like they did much talking before but he had spoken to her a few times. He had started getting over it at the end of the year and she was glad as she felt awkward.

She found herself drawn back to the boy sitting next to her. She didn't know much about him but she figured he was nice. He was a good enough person, despite his ways, but you can't judge someone by that.

So, she gave herself a few days to figure him out.