“You know what I think?” Sage asks as she looks over at the table where the oh-so-popular kids sit at.
“What?” I ask, not really wanting to know what she thinks.
“I think that Madeline and Mason have formed a cult.” She narrows her eyes at them, “I want to infiltrate it.”
“We’ve been over this already, I am not going to help you become friends with them.”
“Why not?” Sage whines, over-dramatically throwing her hands in the air.
“I don’t want to hang out with people who think they’re better than everyone else.”
“Like Adrian?” She practically swoons over the name, I look around and see he’s not even in the lunch room.
“Sure, like Adrian,” I say, picking up my tray. Sage follows me to the trash can, I dump everything in and set the tray on the rack.
“Why do you sound so unsure?”
“What do you mean?” We walk out of the cafeteria and into the hallway.
“You sounded like you were just agreeing with me, not agreeing with me,” She lightly bumps my arm with hers, “What’s wrong Bo?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” I say as we approach my Math class.
“Alright, I’ll see you later then,” Sage says, smiling like an idiot before leaving.
I walk into my final class of the day and sit down on the far left. I begin to take out my things before I’m interrupted by someone.
“Is anyone sitting here?” I look up and my voice gets caught in my throat. I don’t say anything, instead, I stare like an idiot.
Lukas stands next to me, his brown eyes stare at me nicely, waiting for an answer.
“I’ll take that as a no.” He chuckles, pulling the seat out and sitting down.
I stay quiet and continue to take my things out.
“I’ve never seen you in this class before, are you new?” He asks, looking over at me with the slightest smile.
I shake my head and say, “I’ve been here since freshman year.”
“Oh, sorry. Guess there are people I don’t know.” Lukas shrugs and opens his notebook just as our Spanish teacher closes the classroom door.
“Okay class, so today we’re doing scenarios. You and your partner will sit in front of the class, right here,” She pulls up two chairs in front of her desk, “And you’ll speak to each other in Spanish.”
“Sounds simple enough,” I mumble, writing down the assignment details.
“So, choose your partners wisely.” She finishes.
“Do you wanna be my partner?” Lukas asks, but before I respond, everyone gets up and scurries over to our table.
“Lukas, can I be your partner?” A blonde girl asks, twirling her hair around her finger.
“No! I wanna be Lukas’s partner!” Another girl pushes her way through.
I look at him wide-eyed and he looks over at me.
“He’s actually my partner!” I speak up and everyone goes silent.
“I am?” Lukas confirms and I nod.
“You know, I don’t think she’s all that good at Spanish. I’m passing with an A.” The same blonde girl from before physically hops up on the table just to get into his view.
I feel like I’m sitting next to a fucking celebrity.
“You guys! Choose someone else, Lukas and Bo are partners!” My teacher finally intervenes.
The crowd groans and they all pick other people.
“So your name is Bo?” He raises an eyebrow and then puts his pencil down.
“Yeah,” I say sheepishly. My name coming out of his mouth makes it seem like the most retarded thing ever. Why can’t it be like Layla or something?
“I like it, suits you really well.”
Mrs. Deborah claps her hands to get everyone’s attention.
“Okay, I’m passing around a clipboard. Please write your’s and your partner’s name.” She walks over to our table, “Just to make sure people don’t try to pull a fast one,” she winks and slides the clipboard over to me.
I take my pen and write my and Lukas’s name. He takes the clipboard and passes it to the next table.
“Your writing is nice, Bo.” Lukas says, looking down at his own notes, “I can’t write for the life of me.” I take a look at his notebook and his writing is perfect. His T’s are crossed and his I’s are dotted insanely good.
“Your writing is amazing,” I say, looking up at him.
“You’re only saying that to be nice,” He blushes slightly and I hear someone across the room scoff.
“I can’t believe she has the nerve to even talk to him. It’s so obvious he doesn’t like her.”
I look down at my hands and then back up once the teacher starts talking.
“Alright class, the first couple up is Bo and Lukas. Come choose your scenario out of the hat.” I stand up and the both of us walk to the front. Lukas grabs the piece of paper from the hat and smiles as he reads it.
“We have the scenario of a married couple expressing their love for each other.” He sits down and I follow suit.
“You may start, now.” She says, sitting down at her desk.
Lukas starts by saying, “Mi mujer, que son el alimento de mi vida.” (My wife, you are the food of my life.)
I try to contain a laugh. Instead of saying love, he said food, “Usted es la manzana de mi árbol.” (You are the apple to my tree.)
“Es muy cursi.” Lukas’s joke makes the class and I laugh. (This is cheesy.)
“I think that’s enough,” Mrs. Deborah says, writing down our score, “Your Spanish is good but sticking with your scenario was terrible.”
A girl speaks up from the back, “To be fair, this isn’t drama class.”
“You’re right, but why not make it fun?” She asks, raising a sassy eyebrow. I take this time to go back to my seat. I close my notebook and put it back in my backpack.
Lukas comes after me and sits down, “I thought we did pretty well, except for the part where I messed up and changed our conversation from love to food.”
“At least we know where our priorities lie.” He smiles cutely and then turns to watch as the next pair of students sit down in the front.