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It was already the first week of September

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It was already the first week of September. Being stuck with Chris hadn't been that bad so far (they didn't even took a breath in each other's direction) and Jackson Lynch was talking to her.

Life was good.

"So... what do you say? Are you free this Friday?" He was leaning on a random locker, maybe he thought he was being charming.

He was not.

"Why do you ask?" She closed her locker, Spanish notebook in hand.

"Well, I don't know if you know this. But you're a pretty girl. And I like taking out pretty girls and kiss them goodnight."

"You're funny." She started walking, the blonde boy trailed her. "Friday's good."

"Yeah?" A smile lit up his whole face.

"Cruz." Someone called from behind them.

"I'll give you my number so you can pick me up." Piper grinned and opened her notebook to write something down.

"Jackson what are you doing? She's the enemy." Chris voice seemed close.

Actually, he was standing to close for Piper's taste. She could almost feel the heat from his body.

"Nah, she's your enemy. She's my date." He shrugged.

"Didn't know you liked dumb shallow blondes." He said to his friend, completely ignoring the girl between them.

Jackson smiled and checked Piper out. She was wearing a pleated khaki skirt and a white baby tee. How she hadn't been dress coded yet was beyond her.

"I think you're projecting, dude."

Piper giggled at that.

"I'll see you around, Piper." With that, he turned and walked to his class.

"You look stupid." Chris said when they entered the room

"Okay? I didn't dress for you." She took a seat by his side. "Or anyone, for that matter."

"Whatever. Nice legs, though."

"Huh?"

"Shut up, class is starting." He made a point not to look at her.

Piper stared at him.

"Buenos días, clase. Today we're going to work on Friday's presentation." A collective groan took over the room. "Silencio. Silencio. It wasn't a question. You'll be doing it with whoever's sitting next to you." Mrs. López turned to write something in the blackboard.

Mi pareja es... / My partner is...

"You'll have to describe your partner, physically and personality wise. I want you to make a description in English and hand it in, I'll revise it and then you can start working on the Spanish translation. Am I clear? ¿Entendieron?"

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