"Alright, here's the test." I took a deep breath as I wrote my name on the paper that the Spanish teacher has just passed out.
I looked over at Toni.
He chuckled, looking over it.
"Wow." He shook his head, writing down all the answers instantly.
I had a little more trouble. They shouldn't be allowed to give tests on the second week of school.
When he got up to pass it in, I wasn't even halfway done.
I looked at him.
He was wearing the school uniform t-shirt and some light tan shorts.
His muscles rippled slightly through his shirt.
I blinked, trying to pay attention to my paper.
Nosotros- what does that mean again?
I ran my hand through my long hair.
Why was Spanish even important?
It wasn't like I was going to need it.
I played with my pencil casually as he sat back down.
His scent drifted towards me.
He leaned back in the chair, picking at his fingernails.
He looked over at me occasionally, staring at my paper, and I just looked up at him and smiled. He would smile back and continue doing whatever he was doing.
"Hey," he whispered after a while, pointing to number 12 on my test. "The answer's Bueno, not Buena."
I looked up at him and nodded. "Thanks."
He nodded back and smiled.
"Excuse me."
I shut my eyes.
The voice belonged to the teacher.
"Zeroes on the test. For both of you." She grabbed my paper away.
I opened my eyes.
"What?! C'mon!" Toni stood up. "You can't do that!"
The teacher looked back at him. "Yeah, I can." She walked back to her desk.
"I didn't spend 2 years of my life trying to learn English for this." He dropped his hands to his sides. "C'mon." He sighed, and looked back at me for a second. He sat down, muttering something a little too loud. "Maldita puta gorda y fea con demasiado maquillaje." He rolled his eyes and then covered his mouth instantly. He forgot that he was in Spanish class.
I didn't know what that meant, but it was clearly bad.
The teacher turned around slowly.
"Conseguir su culo a la oficina del director EMPRESA." She said, yelling the last the word.
Toni turned around, walking out of the classroom.
The teacher looked over at me and pointed at the door. "You too." I got up fast and followed him out the door.
I saw him instantly in the hall. He was kicking the wall.
"Toni!" I yelled.
He turned around. He was clearly infuriated. "What?" He said through gritted teeth.
"Sorry." I looked into his dark green eyes.
He sighed. "No, it wasn't your fault. It was mine. I just wanted to help you. You were getting almost everything wrong." He laughed a tiny bit. "Sorry you got a zero."
"I would've gotten one anyways." I laughed a little too, to lighten the mood.
"So, what do you say we don't go to the principal's office?" He smiled a tiny bit.
That's what she said.
"What did you even say?" I asked. I wasn't in the mood to skip school. Or go to the principal's office.
He chuckled. Did he think this was funny? "Oh, I called her fat and some other words, and said she wears too much makeup." He shrugged. "Hey! I thought this was a free country!"
"Uh-huh.." I clicked my tongue. "Well, I'm gonna go to the principal's now.." I started to walk down the hall.
"Wait." He grabbed my shoulder.
The feeling sent tingles down my spine and my shoulder went numb.
I turned around.
"C'mon. Can't your rich parents just bribe the teacher?" He asked, grabbing my hand, moving towards the stairway door.
His hand made me feel weird. "I guess." I sighed.
He smiled, taking me out the exit door.
I breathed in the crisp fall air.
He let go of my hand. It immediately went cold where he was touching it.
"What do you want to do?" He asked, looking around at the orange-leaved trees.
"We can go get lunch, since we were supposed to have it next period, but in the meantime, we should probably run, since there are open windows."
He laughed. "Yeah. C'mon." He sprinted ahead of me.
Oh, it's on.
I caught up to him easily, and ran up to my car, taking the keys out of my pocket.
"Wow." He came up to my car, catching his breath. "You're fast."
I got into the drivers' seat. "Yeah. Get in."
He did. I started to drive.
"So," he looked over at me, and his dark green eyes darted back and forth awkwardly. "Tell me. Tell me who you are, exactly. I don't really know you that much, and I'm in your car, ditching school, so I mean.."
I laughed. "Well, you already know my name, so we're beyond that point,"
He sneezed.
"Bless you." I smiled.
That was one of the cutest sneezes I've heard.
"Thanks." He said softly.
And then his gaze locked on mine. For a while.
I looked back on the road.
"Anyways, my dad owns a big company and stuff, so we're filthy rich, and that's why I'm here, pretty much. I've had a pretty boring life so far."
He nodded his head. "Okay. Well, I'm sure that's not true. Someone as pretty as you can't be boring, can they?"
Warmth spread through my body.
Did he call me pretty?
"Oh, uh, turn here." He acted as if he never said that.
I did as he said. We were at a soccer field.
He smiled at me. "I'm gonna teach you how to play Football."
He got out, and I followed him, turning the car off.
He grabbed a colorful ball from the small shack near the parking lot, walking over to the field.
There was no one here besides us. I guessed that it was because they were in school still.
I heard the sound of a ball being kicked, and turned around to see that the ball was hurdling towards my head.
I held up my hands instinctively, catching it.
"Rule number 1;" Toni came over and took the ball from me. "No hands." He put his hands behind his back and started doing a bunch of trucks with the ball. He passed it to me.
I kicked it back, a little too hard. It came right for his stomach.
He remembered, and caught it just in time. "Rule number 2; don't kick it at your teammate's stomach. Please."
"Okay. I'll try. Not promising anything, though." I laughed, and he did too.
He rolled it to me and I kicked it back lightly.
"Good." He smiled. He waved his arm, motioning for me to come. "Come here."
I did as he wanted, and he grabbed my shoulders, putting me against his chest, right in front of him.
I looked up at his gorgeous face. Was this really happening?
He grabbed my hands. "Watch." He started to back away from the ball, along with me. He stopped, looking down at me. God, he was so hot...
He looked amused. "What?" He smirked.
"N-nothing." I looked down awkwardly.
He squeezed my hands tighter. "Okay, now we're going to run towards the ball, and kick it is hard as we can."
What?
"Well, technically you are." He smiled casually. "1... 2-"
"W-w-wait..." I pushed away, still staying close to him. "How am I supposed to do this with me clinging on to you?"
He laughed. "I just wanted to do that. You can kick it normally."
What did he mean?
"Well... Erhm... I-I'm gonna kick it now, really hard.." He coughed and looked down.
He didn't answer. When I looked up, his gaze was locked on mine. He was smiling. I stared back.
He took a step closer.
I did too.
He grabbed my hands.
He pulled me against his body, just like I was before. I felt his toned muscles underneath his shirt against my back.
He brought his head down, getting close to my ear. I shut my eyes. "Kick. The. Ball." He whispered.
I started to jog towards the soccer ball, him still touching me. I felt his breathing against my neck, the rise and fall of his stomach against my back.
I went faster, getting closer and closer, and brought my leg back, stopped, and using the momentum of running, I toed the ball right into the net. It kind of hurt.
I panted. He spun me around to face him. "Nice job." He smiled again. "Let's go to like," he paused. "That ice cream place. I forget the name."
I nodded. "Y-yeah, Pederson's? Yeah, let's go."