Ch.6 Special Spanish Convo

I walked into the band hallway about a half hour later. "Hey everybody!" I called.

A chorus of heys answered me. Ben slipped over to my side from where he'd been standing.

"Hey babe," he said to me, lightly placing his hands on my waist. "Let's go, shall we?" he asked with a small smile.

I nodded. "Let's."

Ben guided me out of the band hallway and over to our class, Algebra II/ Trigonometry, so we could drop off our stuff. As we walked inside our teacher looked up.

"Ah, good morning, Allyson and Ben. I must say I was very pleased with both your last tests."

Ben and I looked at each other, eyebrows raised. Mrs. Edwards was notorious for giving very hard tests. Ben looked away first.

"What did I get?" he asked Mrs. Edwards.

She raised her eyebrows. "Maybe I should make you wait till class starts…."

"Can we please know?" I added.

"Well…" she said with an evil smile.

As one, Ben and I glared at her.

"That's just not cool, Mrs. E! You hand the grade in front of our faces, tantalizing us, but not letting us see! Cruelty!" I said, pouting.

She sighed. "If you erase the boards and pick up trash around the room, I will tell you."

Ben and I high-fived each other and then quickly and efficiently cleaned up the room. Mrs. Edwards inspected our work.

"Well, I guess you can know…" she said. She rumbled through her drawer to find her grade book. "Let's see…." She said, tracing her finger down the page. "Ah! Ben, you got a 93….and Allyson, you got a 99." Mrs. E smiled broadly. "Good job, both of you. That's one of my harder tests for the year."

Ben and I nodded and smiled smugly. We glided out of the room and over to the staircase.

Ben stopped me and backed me against the wall. "Smarty pants," he said, his face inches from mine.

I shrugged. "Can't help it," I said, smiling.

Ben looked at me. "Then you'll understand how I can't help this." He bent and kissed me, not just a peck, but a delicious, long-lasting wintergreen gum kind of kiss. (A/N: sorry! I'm addicted to gum!) He pressed my body into the wall with his, feeling me with every inch of him.

When he finally released me, I was in a daze. He pulled me into him, off the wall, and started walking down the hall.

"Damn…" I murmured softly.

The warning bell rang softly, amidst the chattering of students, slams of locker, and rhythm of walking feet, and Ben and I walked to our classroom and then inside.

When class ended, Ben and I walked to our next class which was Spanish. We walked inside and glanced at the board. It read, "Dialogo hoy! Preparemos!" (A/N: nosotros command!)

"Crap," Ben said. He immediately pulled out his Spanish notebook and began studying his vocab.

I followed suit. When we have a dialogue day, the teacher randomly selects two students who have to come up and create, impromptu, a dialogue so that each other them use 4 vocab words. I hate these days, because I can write Spanish so much better than I can speak it.

The bell rang and my teacher, Senora Cronc shut the door. "Ok, clase, abren los libros y repasaremos (future tense) su vocabulario."

After reviewing the vocab which had to do with dating and parties, we shut our books and sat as she, yet again, explained dialogue day. Then she chose two people. Thankfully, neither of them were me.

When they finished, they chose two more people. Unfortunately, I was one of the people picked.

I stood up reluctantly and walked to the front as my partner was picked. It was Chaz.

Chaz looked at me and gave a small wink.

He started the conversation. "Entonces, Allyson, cuando vas a salir conmigo?

I smiled. "hmm….nunca?"

He came over and grabbed my hand. "Va a salir conmigo, por favor. Tengo un lugar en mente."

"Donde?" I replied.

"El restaurante Honderosas, donde nosotros podemos mirar las estrellas."

"Cuando?"

"Este viernes."

"Creo que no." I stated.

"Por que?

"Porque, yo tengo un novio, y nosotros vamos a un baile en viernes."

"Realamente?"

"Si."

Chaz started to fake cry, cause laughter through out the class.

"Me haces grita!"

"Lo siento. Pero, tu buscaras una chica que es mejor que mi."

"Creo que no. Te esperare."

(Translation:

So, Allyson, when are you going to go out with me?

hmmm…never?

go out with me, please. I have a place in mind.

where?

At the restaurant Honderosas, where we can watch the stars.

when?

This Friday.

I don't think so.

Why?

Because I have a boyfriend and we are going to a dance this Friday.

really?

yes.

you make me cry!

I'm sorry, but you will find a girl that is better than me.

I don't think so. I will wait for you.)

I looked at him in shock. Peter had said that. As I walked back to my seat, I wondered, What the heck is going on here?

After Spanish, I walked out hurriedly. Chaz caught up with me.

"Hey, are you ok?"

I smiled. "Yeah, what makes you think I'm not."

"The way you reacted to the last line I said."

I sighed and the smile slid off my face. "It just reminded me of something that happened on Sunday."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I shook my head. "No, not really."

"Ok." Chaz backed off. "I'm sorry."

My smile returned. "There's nothing to be sorry for. Go flirt with your girlfriends, Chaz."

Chaz nodded and smiled. "Ok." He planted a quick kiss on my cheek. "Bye."

I shook my head as I watched him go, immature as always.

After third block chemistry, I made my way to the cafeteria. I found the other band people and plopped down by Brittany.

"Hey girl," she greeted me.

"Hey. What's up?"

"The guy talked to me again."

"Really?"

"Seriously."

"Cool! What did he say?"

"He," she squealed, "Asked me what I was doing this weekend."

I gave a small squeal. "Are you serious? That's so awesome!"

Brittany sighed. "It WOULD be, if I was available this weekend."

"Oh. That sucks."

"Yeah, but enough about me. Where's your better half?" Brittany asked looking behind her.

"You mean Ben? I really have no clue."

"I do," a voice whispered in my ear.

I turned my head slightly. "Hey Ben!" I kissed him on the cheek.

"Any room for a loser like me next to you pretty ladies?"

Brittany and I chuckled and made room for him.

After fourth block, I drove Ben home and then myself home. The day was usual. It was regular. Doubtless, tomorrow would be as well. And the day after and the day after…..