Yeah, this took forever. A late update is better than no update at all, eh? (I'm so canadian. XD)
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Disclaimerrrr: I don't own RENT or it's characters. But I do own a pink razr. But now I have a Pocket PC so I don't use it...Alrighty, Story time!
Chapter 4: Betcha' Can't Keep Up With Fashionistas
Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!
One more period to go. Mimi felt her pocket vibrate. She pulled out her pink Razr.
1 New Text Message
From: Reenie
Mimi smiled. She figured Maureen would text her at least once today.
From Reenie:
Mimiiii! One more period to go!
At lunch we forgot to compare
schedules! We're dumb. Anywho,
what do you have 8th?
Mimi pressed 'Reply' and quickly typed "Spanish". About 2 seconds after she sent it Maureen came from around the corner.
"Meems, Don't you already know how to speak Spanish?" Maureen asked, confused.
"Yeah...But the school doesn't know that." Mimi said with a devilish grin. "And, it's an easy A"
Maureen laughed. "Your so bad!"
"I know." Mimi stuck out her tongue.
"Alright you cheater, let's go before the bell rings." Maureen smirked.
The girls walked into their appropriate classroom and grabbed two seats next to each other in the back..
"Meems, look who your sitting in front of!" Maureen whispered.
Mimi looked at the head in front of her. It was the dirty blonde waves of Roger Davis. Only Maureen and Angel knew about her crush on him. She's liked him ever since they met in 6th grade. And she just can't seem to get him out of her head.
"And, did I tell you that I sit next to him in Math?" The latina whispered.
"No freaking way!"
"Way!"
"Well, isn't it the two biggest chatter boxes of the sophomore class? What hottie are we talking about this time?"
"Shut up Collins!" Maureen snapped.
"Rawr. Calm down Mo." Collins said.
"You're in this class too, Col?" Mimi asked.
"Nah, I just like going into random classrooms and making conversations with every student."
"Really?" Maureen asked, stunned.
"No." Collins laughed.
Maureen lightly punched his arm.
"I thought you were taking German?" Mimi asked.
"I was. Until they kicked me out because I 'Wasn't making any progress'" He said making quotation marks with his fingers.
"So, you guys are taking Spanish too?" Angel's voice was heard and everyone turned to see their friend.
"Yeah." Mimi said with a smile.
"Wait, I though you knew house to hablar en espaƱol dos" Maureen said. Mimi snorted at Maureen's dim knowledge of the language.
"I do." Angel admitted. "But I only know a little. Plus my mom wants me to take it so I have more exposure to Spanish." He said as he rolled his eyes.
"Hey Ang, isn't that the kid in our English class?" Collins asked as he pointed to Mark who just walked into the room.
"Yeah...Hey Mark!" Angel called.
Mark's head shot in the direction of where his name has been called. "Oh, hey guys." He said, walking over to them.
"Well, I remember that you know Maureen...but have you met Mimi?" Angel asked.
"Uhh yeah. We have gym together." He said. Mimi gave him a 'hello again' smile.
"And Roger over here..." Collins said as he shook Roger's hair. "...Man, stop being all quiet and shit."
Roger shot Collins the middle finger and Collins punched him in the arm. (Not too hard, we hope.) Roger just shrugged it off.
"Hola clase!" Said their Spanish teacher. The whole class took their seat as the teacher started speaking in Spanish that no one (but Angel and Mimi) understood.
Mark took a seat in between Maureen and Collins. He tried to listen what the teacher was saying but he had never taken Spanish before. He's taken French for the past two years but the school messed up his schedule and he ended up in Spanish 3H. (Honors class.)
Mark glanced at the people beside him. Collins was doodling in his notebook and Maureen was filing her nails. I guess I'm not the only one who doesn't care about this class. He thought to himself.
His baby blue eyes scanned the room. And then he saw her. Her long straight blonde hair was tied up in a pony tail. She turned around the read the clock on the wall. Like him, she had sparkling blue eyes, except he thought her were much more beautiful. She was...perfect.
"Who's that?" He whispered to Collins.
Collins looked up from his notebook. He glanced to who Mark was asking about. He rolled his eyes. "That's Allison Grey." The young anarchist whispered back . "She's one of the richest and most popular girl in school. I say she's a snotty brat who lives off her daddy's money. All she cares about is shopping, fashion, and money from what I hear. But whatever. I can't really say anything about her cause' I don't know her. The only time we talked was in 8th grade when she asked to borrow a pencil in science class."
Mark didn't say anything. He just nodded.
I guess when the school messes up on schedules, it's not as bad as you think...
Aww! Marky's gotta little chrush!!
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