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Becky's POV:
It's now second period of the school day and I am in Spanish. Amanda is on the other side of the room again and crouched over her notebook scribbling something in it. Just then, a middle-aged lady with enormous sweat stains on her shirt walks in.
"Bueno dias! I'm Mrs. Torres, and I'm from Venezuela!"
God! How many times do we have to play this game?
"Today we will learn the Spanish alphabet," she says and turns on the projector.
"Mrs. Torres! Mrs. Torres!" a guy with a black sweatshirt with B.A.M.F. written all over it screeched.
"Yes senor Andres?"
"Why are there two N's?"
"No, no, no! They are very different in Spanish. We will learn this later."
"But—but—"
"I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THESE KINDS OF QUESTIONS!" Mrs. Torres yelled. Then smoothing her shirt she put on a smile and began explaining what we will cover this year.
Can someone say 'bipolar'?
Finally! The last period of the day: Social Studies.
The teacher introduced himself as Mr. Lincoln. He actually seems like a decent guy.
"To start off the year, we will do a project involving pumpkins!" Mr. Lincoln continued, "You and a partner will make a pumpkin globe not any bigger than a basketball. Here are the partners. Tim and Andres, Paul and Patrick, Becky and Amanda, …"
Cool! At least I'm not stuck with Paul or someone. I feel eyes burning holes through my head. Turning around I see that it is Amanda staring at me. This was the first time that I had actually got to see her face. She had pouty lips, a small button nose, and her eyes— wow! I can't believe I hadn't noticed her eyes before! They were light gray with little specks of silver in them. They were so bright and full of life that I was momentarily breathless.
Now Amanda was looking at me weirdly.
Crap! I stared at her for too long. She probably thinks I'm a psycho freaktard now.
"Um… do you want do come over my house today and work on the project?" I asked nervously. Why the hell am I so nervous?
Amanda caught my nervousness and smiled slightly.
"Sure." We exchanged numbers and went to our lockers. I went out to the parking lot and saw Ashley with Spencer outside of Ashley's Porsche. Spencer had Ashley pinned up against the car and was attacking her lips with her own. A soft moan escaped from one of them. I sighed and let them have a few more moments of fun before I cleared my throat.
"Oh hey Becky! How was your first day?" Spencer looked up at me.
"Fine I guess. Is it just me or does King High have a lot of wacko teachers?"
Spencer and Ashley exchanged a look.
"Mrs. Berger." They said together with a sigh.
"Good times, good times." Ashley grinned mischievously.
"By good times do you mean putting all of the school's lunch meat into Mrs. Berger's trunk? Or filling her desk with mud and frogs?" Spencer chuckled.
"That was you?! No wonder she won't let us go anywhere near her desk! She nearly slit Mitchell's throat when he tried to use the stapler!" I said.
Ashley laughed loudly and then spoke.
"So what's that you have in your hand squirt?" Ashley grabbed the piece of paper with Amanda's number on it.
"Who's Amanda? Your girlfriend? What does she look like? Is she hot?"
"Ok first of all we're just doing the pumpkin globe project together. Second of all she's not my girlfriend." I said snatching the paper back from Ashley.
Whatever you say, squirt." Ashley winked. "You know, you never answered the last question."
Spencer snickered.
"Ashley— just drive me home."
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