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from neighbors to classmates

"This is impossible," I put the magazine away wanting to just quit trying to understand the weird Spanish words -don't forget long too - and sleep on the comfortable chairs with the cold air conditioner refreshing the whole atmosphere until the last bell rings. To summarize my whole paragraph: don't do anything related to school. But that's almost impossible just like freaking Spanish.

I lifted my head up when the chair next to mine was being pulled backwards for someone to sit on it.

But, unfortunately, wasn't someone that I would have wanted to see right now. Or any other day for the rest of my life.

"Having trouble, doll face" he leaned against the table in attempt to see my face - or in this case my reaction. I closed the magazine with so much force that I almost broke the cover of it, which would have been a crime because the puppy was so adorable to not be gushed.

No, Laura, concentrate this is serious.

"I told you to not call me by nicknames!" I said loud enough to break the rules of not raising your voice on the Library earning a glare and a 'shh' from the old librarian.

Shhh yourself.

He took off his dark sunglasses and put them on the pocket of his leather jacket, "Well, to be more specific, you prohibited me to call you hot stuff —which I certainly didn't — so there is no reason to be mad, pumpkin" He said lifting up his arm putting his elbow on the table and with his cold hand started to caress my cheek, then going down to my jaw and finally reaching my neck, trailing his fingers along with his hand in slow motion. "Stop it," I breathed out.

"Stop what?"

I moved backwards from his touch and caught his hand that was about to make another move, "Don't act all innocent on me"

"You are the one who is interpreting it wrong," he shrugged, a smirk growing on his flawless face. Well, at least this time he didn't use a lame nickname.

"Mi amor," he concluded adding a wink in the end of the sentence. If he thinks he is going get a positive answer from me every time he says a nickname he is dead wrong, the only thing he is searching for is for a punch in the arm — that I am too close to doing it. I may be an idiot when it comes to Spanish, but in my really short list of words I had learned since primary; mi amor is in the top ten.

"Señor Lynch, I hope you are doing what I had requested you to do" The teacher — whom I still don't know her name but in just a matter of time became one my favorite just for stoping a catastrophe from happening — said, startling us by her sudden appearance.

He turned around to face the angry woman "Claro. No es que tenga algo mejor que hacer que un reporte aburrido de Español" Ross said sarcastically sending her a smug smile. The teacher's expression turned from serious to angry, you could see her teeth gritting to prevent letting out a loud scream.

"Enough, I will not tolerate that attitude in this class from you Mister Lynch. So I recommend you to shut your mouth if you don't want to ruin your beloved afternoon by getting detention"

He scoffed, "I already have one, two aren't going to hurt anyone."

The angry woman was taken back for how he had the courage to still answer a teacher even if he knows things aren't going to end up well between them. Good thing she is just a replacement.