Unexpected • Erick Brian Colón

Chapter 3

Yoandri's POV

Fuck. Erick had to screw this up. I knew I shouldn't have brushed it off earlier, I'm so stupid. I'm walking to my locker as Mr. Carter stops next to me. Oh no.

"Mr. Cabrera, as much as I'd like to let you off the hook because you're one of the best students here, you know what you set yourself up for. Detention, tomorrow after school. I trust that you won't do anything like this again." Mr. Carter says to me and I just stare as my mouth drops open as he walks away. This wasn't in any way my fault and I've never gotten detention before, ever.. and I wouldn't have gotten one if it weren't for Erick. Ugh. I grab my books for history and as I make my way to my class, I see Mr. Carter speaking to Erick. Probably giving him a detention too, I hope, I think to myself. Erick is smirking to himself with pride almost. Why does he need to be so immature? He looks at me, and I glare at him in response. I don't have time, nor do I want to acknowledge him right now. I've reached the classroom, finally and I find my usual spot in the back corner.

Olivia's POV

The assembly ended and we had to make our way to our first period and let me tell you, that may have been the best prank ever. I don't know who did it for sure, but I'm assuming it was one of the guys in charge of the sound and video stuff for the assembly. Erick and Yoandri. You see, Yoandri's a senior and I'm a junior. Most of the time, friendships and most relationships stay within your grade so sophomores don't really talk to juniors, juniors don't typically speak to seniors and so on. The seniors were all pretty full of themselves and thought of themselves as the "big shots" of the school, because they're the oldest I guess. But Yoandri, he was something else. He's really intelligent, always been on the honours boards, always studying and he's pretty shy from what it looks like. He sets himself apart from the others, he doesn't care about being cool or anything like that. Did I forget to say he's gorgeous? Because oh my, this boy is just wow. But like I mentioned, juniors and seniors don't socialize so my little crush I've got is pretty irrelevant because well, we've never actually talked. I've sort of just admired him from afar. And if anyone knew about this, for sure I'd get teased for it. I'm not embarrassed for liking him, I just know I don't have a shot. But no one has to know about this.

"Helllooooo, earth to Olivia??!" I snap back to reality as my best friend, Baylie, waves her hand in front of my face.

"What." I snap at her.

"Chica relax, we were talking then you just drifted off to your thoughts. What was that about?" Baylie questions me as we go to our lockers. Hers was only a few down from mine. I let out an exasperated sigh as I remove the candidate poster from my locker door. Baylie glanced over and shook her head. It was Valerie Beaumont's, the preppy, "too good for everyone" bitch who thinks she's all that. She's running for president of the Student Council. Despite the reputation Student Councils from other schools might have, here it's kind of a big deal. Being apart of it gives you a good reputation with the teachers and the other students tend to want to hang around you more. But the thing is, to get in it's a popularity contest basically. I can't stand that because I know a lot of people that would be better at being in the Council but they aren't popular enough. But Valerie, she has it all. Except she's a total bitch. I can't stand her, and despite Baylie's 100% positive attitude, she hates her too. I grab my books for Math and Baylie joins me. The bell rings and most people clear out of the halls. But Baylie and I just look at each other. Me with the poster in my hand, and  her with a sharpie in hers and an evil smirk plastered on her face. We didn't even need to say anything, we both had the same idea at this point. Right then, we stuck the poster back on another locker and Baylie proceeded to draw a mustache on Valerie's face. I laughed as she continued, clearly having a talent at vandalism. We ran down the hall, stopping at everyone of Valerie's posters and switching up our designs each time. We went from a classic mustache, to a bushy beard then mutton chops. On our fifth and final poster of this hall, Miss Turner, our math teacher, steps out into the hall. Baylie and I look up at the same time, then at each other.