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-Schlatt-
"It was- oh god. It was so weird, he was yelling for absolutely no reason." I sighed, gripping my backpack straps tighter as we made our way down the hall to fourth period.
Travis giggles "oh, yeah. Sounds bonkers."
Seriously, what kind of guy yells at his baby brothers new bestie? I, myself, certainly have not a clue.
"Alright, well, I'll see ya around." Travis departs out into another hallway, going to his own class. I sigh, Im not even on the right fucking floor, Im supposed to be in Spanish right now. Forth period on Wednesdays is for Spanish, y'hear. I go down the appropriate hallway, trying to find the stairs in this terrible school. I can't ever find anything here.
I look around for someone to escort me to class, yeah. Im really stooping that low. A junior asking for help? Have I no shame? My eyes land on a short lad, he seems to know where hes going. I quicken my pace and tap him harder on the shoulder than I intend to, its honestly more like a jab. He spins around and immediately puts his arms infront of his face. I just sort of stand there surprised, he peers past the X-formation to see me not trying to absolutely distory him. He lowers his arms.
"Oh." He seems embarrassed.
I blink "could you help me?-- I can't- I genuinely don't know where my class is." I hold up my schedule.
He gingerly takes the paper from me and inspects it "Oh! We have the same class, friend. Follow me." He has a stiff accent.
He turns and begins to walk away through some doors leading to the stairwell, I hurry after him, walking behind him as he makes his way up the stairs.
"¿Español? tu lo hablas, ci? Soy de Mexic, por extraño que parezca. Creo que es fácil de darse cuenta de no soy amricano." He chuckles a bit.
Hes speaking fast, I assume this kid is Mexican. Im probably the most American looking dude you'd ever know, I look like a stoner. Don't know how he'd get mixed up.
"I- um- No ha-hablo mexico."
He laughs.
"I asked you if you know Spanish." Well ex-fucking-cuse me for not understanding you.
"Why-"
"You're taking Spanish? Thats where we are going."
My lips make an o shape in understanding.
"Oh, oh my god. No. Im absolutely shit at Spanish, you have no idea." I shake my head as we walk down the hall.
"What is your name? My name is Alex, by the way." Hes smiling.
"Schlatt. So, like, whats your deal? Not to seem rude or anything but why would you leave Mexico for here??" I quirk up an eyebrow, he laughs at this.
"Oh! My dad moved in with his whore, bitchass girlfriend who lives here so, yeah. Im new this year!" I blink at the casual usage of such words to refer to your stepmom.
"Oh. Man, thats rough." I offer the bare minimum of sympathy.
"You are new too! I didn't see you last week?" I notice how Alex is short. Lmao. Little boy.
"Yeah, packing took for-fucking-ever." I feel like a teenage girl gossiping with her friend.
"Well. Goodbye Alex." I stop infront of the door to room 108. I want to wish Alex well on his mommy issues but hes already left inside.
Today has been an okay day. I happily ate a hardy lunch with my lads at our usual table, luckily for me no super crazy Wilburs in my way of finishing my turkey sandwich. We actually did make eye contact in the halls earlier, he had his head low, his brown wispy hair covering his dark eyes. He looked up briefly to watch me pass, his stare was cold, blank. But atleast nothing happened at lunch, leaving me with a good fill of food, ready to continue my day.
