Chapter 2: Hablo Español

(Story collaboration between xxrikachan and chibi-suke07)

We had first Spanish II with a teacher named Ms. Stephanie Amery. Then we had Orchestra with Mr. David Cartwright. Nicole plays the violin really well for someone who 'has stupid fingers' she says, and I play the cello. I love my cello…Anyways! Bell will ring and then it's time for lunch, and it's Honors Biology with the Cheerleading Coach Ms. Heather Hawkins. Lastly, it'll be easy little freshman class World Geography with Mr. Steven Heller.

So first, we had Spanish first. We had to walk from the lobby through the left hall and turn right otherwise we'd end up in the Auditorium, turn right again into the Social Studies hall, turn right again into the Foreign Language hall, and by the time the late bell rang we were banging on the door of Ms. Amery's door. The banging reverberated through the door into the ears of the students and the teacher alike; and the mass of people in the classroom eyed us with the "Stupid Freshman Look". I grinned sheepishly with Keili, because, hell. We didn't know what we did wrong. It's our first day. Ms. Amery strode across the room and threw open the door with a fake cheerfulness that made me want to throw up the cake I ate this morning for breakfast…Mmm…cake…

"I'm Nicole Roland, and she's Keili Arias… we're new…" I mumbled half-heartedly, thoughts elsewhere.

"Oh, right." She faked a smile of assurance, "You're going to love this class."

As we walked in past her, followed by more than enough eyes to make you cry out in shame for being enrolled late. Oh well, this was high school.

Time to face the music…

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HOW GAY WAS THAT?!

So Nicole and I swallowed hard when we found out that we were to sit on opposites sides of them room.

First of all, Nicole taking Spanish II is like man trying to jump on the moon with no astronaut gear.

She knows no Spanish.

Hell, she can hardly speak English! Just kidding, but still: she's not good at Spanish.

So this is how it went. I was hardly focused on the people around me. I was listening as Ms. Amery started asking people about gustar, which means "to be pleasing" or "to please" or in modern English, "to like". She was going down rows and asking people to translate the sentence she provides for each student.

"Keili," the woman began, "how do you say, 'I like to hang out with my friends after school'?"

"Um…" I had to translate for a moment. I like is me gusta, to hang out with friends is pasar un rato con amigos; amiga since I only hang with Nicole, and after school is simply después de escuela. How simple, yet so hard. "A mí me gusta pasar un rato con mi amiga Nicole después de escuela."

I added "A mí" for emphasis.

"Hmph…" Ms. Amery murmured unexpectedly. "Then I'll see you after class."

What for? What did I do?

I let my chin rest on my hands, elbows propped on the desk.

This is great.

I peeked over at Nicole from the corner of my eye; she still had her mouth open, staring at the teacher incredulously. Hell, my phone even vibrated in my pocket, probably a message saying, "WTF?! OMGNOWAI!!"

She eyeballed me all during class, until finally we got to work with our peers on a verb packet dealing with –ar verbs. Ms. Amery sashayed out of the room as if she was Gawd, let me tell you.

She needs to be taken down a few notches, eh?

WHAT THE FUCK?! Keili just got convicted of a crime she didn't even need to be punished for!! I wonder why…

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…

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…I'm hungry. I really am.

"Hey, freshman," someone called out to me, and my neck snapped around to face the soph from before in the lobby area. "What are you doing here, in my class?"

The blue-eyed eye candy idly sat straight in his seat, wearing a blue clothing thesis combined with an edgy style of something I don't even know what to call it proudly covering his body. Silver and blue, the same colors of his eyes and hair. He was so cute, but so out of my league!

"I really don't know what I'm doing in the class, honestly," I examined my nails, only to act as if I was a bit too old to be a freshman and to trick him into thinking I was a sophomore. I mean, it works with Keili; people think she's a sophomore all the time, or older than she is. I wonder…is she gonna age faster…?

"…change classes if you can't handle Spanish II." I had slipped back into reality when the sophomore finished his sentence.

Shaking my head, I asked, "What? I just missed everything you said. Sorry."

A sheepish smile flashed from my lips.

He only shook his head, muttering stuff under his breath. Stinking sophomore…

"I'm Nicole Roland."

"Vergil Sparda."

"Sparda? Like, THIS IS SPARTA?! xDDD"

"No, like freshmen are so stupid, Sparda."

"What?"

"Do you miss everything?"

"As a matter of fact, I do!" I grinned again.

Vergil and I started chatting up about random things like it was debating time. I SNAGGED A CUTIE!! Well…maybe…who knows…?

"Were you listening?"

"Nope! Not at all!"

He sighed.

"I'm hungry, Vergil," I whined, smiling a mile wide, "do you have anything to eat?"

This time he groaned, as if I told him he had to dance or die.

…

I think this year is gonna go well…

I was focusing on remembering the word 'fish'. The infinitive was pescar, right? I wanted to say I hated fishing, because to me it's a waste of time. I'm just not lucky with it—

"Hey, babe," A low voice from next to me called. I snapped my head in his direction. Almost lucid frost covered the orbs of his eyes. His hair was of wonderful tresses that seemed soft, light, and spun of silver. His frame was large but athletic, in a sense that he had quite the model figure. His clothes donned a red theme to them, as his face did a smile. He was hot.

He flicked his pencil's eraser end on the couple of papers sprawled across his desk. Organization wasn't a familiar word, I suppose.

"Can you help me?"

I blankly stared. Why ask me? I'm like, the least pretty thing here in this room. I may be the smartest, and the most fluent, but there were others who knew what they were doing; like that blonde on his right. I was on his left. The girl studied the paper for a couple of minutes before scribbling in perfect bubbly fonts the answers required to pass.

She had cheerleader written all over her.

"…You gonna help me or what?" He blinked, perturbed that I was staring at him for about a good two minutes now.

I blurted, "Sure…" I felt suddenly warm, like someone just stuck me near an open flame to catch fire and die. The upperclassman pulled his chair with him as he scooted over; the goal being that we were right next to each other. My hands naturally took grip of my lead pencil and twisted the clip continuously, almost even nervously. I couldn't help but to stare at my paper as I talked to him; I was just not good at talking with guys, you know?

"..And you see this –AR verb right here? Cantar? Und wenn du versuchst, dass dann du die Antwort erhältst, musst du das rechte Verb verwenden..."

OH MAI GAWD YOU IDIOT!! I just went German on him…Stupid STUPID KEILI!!

I flicked my eyes over to him in enough time to see his face contort into that looked like, "WTF?" then back to normal.

There was a silence between us before he began to laugh, "That's sexy."

I bolted up. "WHAT THE F—"

And he yanked me back down to my seat in time, or for sure I would've had detention, if not already.

"Oh wow, freshman," he laughed again, "you got problems."

The blonde girl next to him rolled her eyes, mumbling something we both couldn't hear.

Dante turned to her, asking a bit too loud, "What was that, Trish? Come on, speak louder! You talk a lot of shit, and now you're mumbling."

She spat back with refute, "Fuck you, Dante!"

"Wait 'til later, I'm busy." He grinned maliciously after his remark.

They must be exes. e.e

So after that, classes went by pretty fast.

I had a couple of classes with Vergil, where every now and then he'd get angry at me for no reason, and I watched Keili from a couple of paces behind to see if she was hooked on that other kid. He looked like Vergil, except Vergil's hair was different. Wow.

Vergil's a fun name to say.

I'm sleepy.

I don't want to go to Orchestra. But whatever…

So the day ended, and it was time to go home. Vergil had mentioned something like a self-memo about getting food on the way home, so I decided I would a visible stowaway. FOOD!! The guy that looks like Vergil had been following Keili every other part of the day, like he had taken interest in the girl that was on the verge of being trilingual. No matter. I'll just call her later, since I'm going to get food.

"Hey Verge! Let's go!"

"What?"

"GET OUT. NOW." The venom-dipped each word as Vergil drawled for me to leave his car.

A nice black Lexus, the last time I saw one the kid next door to me at my old house was being taken away from his abusive parents. xD But Vergil's sophisticated, good-smelling Lexus made me want to be that kid. We were sitting in the parking lot of McDonald's. It was a strange place for one who acts so high and mighty all the time.

"Aww…and we were beginning to be such great friends," I grinned innocently, "Can you at least let me finish this burger? Or even better…take me out to dinner?"

You could practically hear his teeth whine from pressure he clenched them so hard! Man! "What?! You freshman!" He growled, as if to insult me with my place in high school society.

But my attention was somewhere else.

Rain pelted the window, the only levy keeping me safe from being wet. I had always loved the rain; it was good as long as it wasn't drizzle or too severe with thunder. "…It's raining outside."

"I noticed," his languid and sarcastic response was.

/Vergil: Where is she getting at??/

"I love the rain. I do…"

And then there came a silence. The rain showered against my window once more. Everything on the other side seemed distorted and somber.

Everything on this side and inside the car was clear and airy though the air screamed hamburgers and French fries.

It was getting awkward.

"Hey," I asked, "Where do you live?"

Vergil shot me a dirty look as if he meant to say, 'why, so you can stalk me?' Instead, it was simply, "Why?"

"I live on Whispering Heights in my older brother's house with my friend. Is your house nearby?"

His expression went blank from thought. "I suppose…"

I smiled, threw the wrappers from my burgers in the same bag as the ones I bought Keili and announced, "GOOD, 'CAUSE I GOTTA PEE!"

His fingers worked the key into the ignition, twisted it to bring the Lexus roaring to life with a look on his face. "Alright…"

-end-

A/N

OMG!! SIXTH PAGES ON WORD!! ;D

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