*What's up with you Maria? You know better than to get upset over some dumb guy. Snap out of it!* She splashed cold water on her face, gasping when she saw her reflection. Her eyes had dark circles from all her makeup running off, her lips were puffed and red; her hair was a mess! She turned the water on till it was practically burning, and stepped into the shower. She began to loosen up, and the warm water served to wash away her tensions.
Maria did the finishing touches on her makeup, ran a brush through her short blond hair, grabbed her keys, and headed to work. She had run out of class that morning, but there was no way she'd skip work too.
After waiting on a several rude tourists and one unhappy baby, Maria finally took her break. She spotted Max and Isabel at their usual booth, and slid in the bench across from them.
"Hey guys how's it going? Are you meeting Mi-I mean anyone here?" Great, be a dork Maria. You're supposed to hate Michael, not be asking his friends about him!
"Well we hadn't planned on it," Max began, "but anyway what's this I hear about you running out in the middle of history? Ms. Meyer must have had a cow!"
"Oh you heard about that, well...," Maria began to explain when she heard the familiar jingle of the door to the Crashdown opening. In walked Michael, handsome and defiant as ever.
He slid into the bench beside her; instinctively she moved further into the booth, and further away from him. She felt his leg brush against hers and both flinched at the contact. Isabel and Max couldn't help but notice the tension between their two friends. Finally Maria couldn't stand it anymore.
"OK break's over I have to leave I have to go back to work I have to leave please let me out Michael I really need to leave I'll see you guys later...". Her response was spoken hurriedly and was barely comprehensible. When Michael did not move out of the booth right away, she climbed on top of the table, jumped down, and ran back into the kitchen.
Isabel exclaimed, "She's a little weird to begin with, but that was just insane! What in the world has gotten into that girl?"
Michael answered her, a wry smile crossing his lips, "I think I might know..."
*I'm not sure what the real name of their history teacher is, does anyone know???
Maria did the finishing touches on her makeup, ran a brush through her short blond hair, grabbed her keys, and headed to work. She had run out of class that morning, but there was no way she'd skip work too.
After waiting on a several rude tourists and one unhappy baby, Maria finally took her break. She spotted Max and Isabel at their usual booth, and slid in the bench across from them.
"Hey guys how's it going? Are you meeting Mi-I mean anyone here?" Great, be a dork Maria. You're supposed to hate Michael, not be asking his friends about him!
"Well we hadn't planned on it," Max began, "but anyway what's this I hear about you running out in the middle of history? Ms. Meyer must have had a cow!"
"Oh you heard about that, well...," Maria began to explain when she heard the familiar jingle of the door to the Crashdown opening. In walked Michael, handsome and defiant as ever.
He slid into the bench beside her; instinctively she moved further into the booth, and further away from him. She felt his leg brush against hers and both flinched at the contact. Isabel and Max couldn't help but notice the tension between their two friends. Finally Maria couldn't stand it anymore.
"OK break's over I have to leave I have to go back to work I have to leave please let me out Michael I really need to leave I'll see you guys later...". Her response was spoken hurriedly and was barely comprehensible. When Michael did not move out of the booth right away, she climbed on top of the table, jumped down, and ran back into the kitchen.
Isabel exclaimed, "She's a little weird to begin with, but that was just insane! What in the world has gotten into that girl?"
Michael answered her, a wry smile crossing his lips, "I think I might know..."
*I'm not sure what the real name of their history teacher is, does anyone know???