The Devil's Pawn

Chapter 8

I walked into Spanish, the last class of the day. I tugged at the bottom of my skirt uselessly, biting my lip as I took a seat in my normal spot.

                Trenton walked in after me, meeting my eyes with a smirk.

                “Hola Senorita” He said, taking a seat behind me once again.

                “Hola.” I replied quietly.

                He raised an eyebrow in surprise, leaning back slightly. “La falda me gusta.” [I like the skirt]

                “Sé que” [I know]

                “Beunas tardes!” [good afternoon] the teacher said, grabbing our attention. She spoke in Spanish quickly, talking about an upcoming test we should begin to study for. I felt my attention slip away from the teacher as I felt my hair being tugged ever so slightly.

                I leaned forward slightly, my hair falling out of Trenton’s fingers. I tried to focus on what she was saying.

                “Buscar un socio, y completer eldocumento” [Find a partner and complete the paper] She instructed. As soon as I got a paper, I stood up, my eyes scanning the room for anyone else to work with. I made eye contact with the girl in my first period class.

                Trenton grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling me back to my seat. “Not so fast, Sweet Cheeks. You’re my partner.”

                “Trenton, stop!” I hissed at him, tugging out of his grip. He raised an eyebrow, surprised. “This is quite annoying! Could you just let me work with someone else?”

                “Go ahead.” He said “Take a pick at your other options.”

                I shot him a confused look, glancing around at the others in my class. My smile fell as I realized that all the potential people I could work with had paired up with someone else.

                I turned back to Trenton, avoiding his eyes.

                He smirked, sitting upright on the desk. “Cuál es la respuesta al primer problema?” [what is the answer to the first problem?]

                “Encuentra la respuesta por ti mismo” [find the answer yourself] I snapped at him, scribbling down my answers on the work sheet.

                Trenton peered over my shoulder, copying down my work. “Could you move your hand a little to the left? Can’t see the rest.”

                I shot him a look, “En español!” [In Spanish!]

                He smirked, “No gracias” [No thank you]

                I shot him a look.

                “Now if you could move your hand…” He pushed my arm away, finishing the rest of problem one. I sighed, realizing that this was pointless. He was going to continue to cheat no matter how much I didn’t want him to.

                He wouldn’t learn this way.

                Nonetheless, I moved so that he could see more clearly, finishing the worksheet in no time. Trenton continued to copy off of me, completely his messy paper only a few minutes after me.

                “Gracias.” He smirked, standing up to turn it in. He took mine off of my desk, dropping it onto the teacher’s desk. She looked up, clearly surprised at how quickly Trenton had finished. She glanced over to me and the confusion seemed to dissipate.