𝗳𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 ✰❤︎ 𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

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Chapter Twenty Eight

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Day two of back to school. I may or may not be sick of it already. I mean the only good things that have been happening, are getting to see Louis everyday, and talking to my friends everyday. Other than that? It's hell.

Luckily for me, I'm in my last class. Not so luckily for me, I'm very impatient with it.

"Uh let's see... de verdad me quiero ir," Will chuckles to himself and somehow expects me to understand.

"You know I suck at Spanish Will," I say in an unfazed matter as my cheek is propped up by my fist.

The blonde boy looks behind his shoulder and smiles, "Then I guess you'll never know what I said!"

I roll my eyes playfully and let out a sigh. Mrs. Wacek told us that for the last ten minutes of class, she wants us to have a conversation in Spanish. But see, Will knows how much I struggle with this class.

I know how good he is.

So therefore, it's simply a class where he irritates me for an hour.
Not in a rude way, but more in a friendly way.

"Hey you two!" The teacher points at us with a smirk. Both our heads turn to her.
"I don't wanna hear any English!"

Will nods at her, "Si senora wacek."

And of course, she seemed impressed.
"¡Muy bien!"

"Gracias," he smiles and turns back to me.

Will has a way of appealing to everyone. Literally everyone. The kid has some sort of super power or something, because he always knows exactly what to say and how to say it.
It makes me sad to think that he's an underdog of the popular gang.

"¿Cuáles son tus planes para esta noche?" Will tilts his head a little and sighs.

I shrug and pick at my nails, "I'm going to Louis'! We're gonna hang out and stuff!"

"Y/n!" Will groans in frustration.

"What?"

"No English!"

I roll my eyes and shake my head, but he stays persistent.

"Oh come on. Just try okay?" Will bargains a little. With a huff, I give in.

"¿Cuántos minutos más quedan de esta clase?" Will furrows his brows like he was asking a question.

For once I understand what he was asking, and twist my head to the clock.

"Creo que alrededor de las tres," I shrug and look back at his icey blue eyes.

We talked in Spanish for the rest of class, mainly about boring and useless things before the bell rang. The class quickly packed up and hurried out.

Will and I parted when we walked to our lockers, saying good bye with a simple wave. And once my backpack was on my shoulders, I took off. Best part of the school day: leaving.