Hood Love

Isabel

  "Victor Ramirez" the teacher shouts.

I think he's saying his name wrong, or something because it sounds a little weird that way.

The guy who I assume's name is Victor and I'm assuming he's Mexican, raises his right eyebrow,looking annoyed, because both his first and last name have Mexican written all over them. Then says "Here", his voice sounds rough and deep, which obviously makes me, smile and I don't know, feel tingly in my stomach for no reason.

eww I hate smiling, I hate my smile, so I stop.

I spent the whole period trying to avoid looking at the kid any longer. I couldn't help it. I kept staring even if I tried not to.
I look over at him but he's too busy talking to his friend.

He has black-brown hair that looks like it goes back on its own, dark brown eyes that nearly look like a solid black color.
A cute little nose and perfectly shaped lips.
I can't help but notice he's smiling and has dimples. I feel a rush in my stomach that I can't ignore as I lowkey smile once again.
He's wearing a big black hoodie, some dark blue 501's that kinda look like the one's my older brother always wears, and some black vans.

His friend turns around to look at me out of nowhere.

Oh no.

He saw me staring at him and tells him something.

I turn quickly and put my head back down, completely embarrassed he'll know I was looking at him.

***i know this was a short chapter, my bad .-.