«There's nobody like you
I've tried goodbye a hundred times, not one of them true
Nobody like you
I'm screaming "I don't want you" but you know that I do.»
She goes back to her book, and soon enough, the bell rings and Miss Jauregui dismisses her student as she sits down at her desk.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" Alma says, making her teacher look up.
In this exact moment, Lauren wants to say no, but obviously she can't.
"Sure Alma. What's up?"
"I just wanted to ask um... I just... You know that assignment you gave us?"
"The one you have to do in front of the class?" Lauren puts her pencil down and looks up at the nervous teenager.
She softens a little when she notices her fingers nervously tapping on her desk.
"Yeah, that one. Well I... I didn't really understand what you're asking for and I'm also kind of... Very nervous to, like, go in front of the class so..."
"Yeah, I understand, that's fine. What we can do is um... Well I don't want you to be late to your next period so you can come back at lunch, or when you finish or whenever you have some time and I'll help you out. And you'll present it for me after lunch on Wednesday, that's okay with you?"
"Yeah," Alma's face lits up a little as she smiles, "that's cool, thank you."
"No problem, you should get going though, you're gonna be late."
"Yeah, have a nice day, bye."
"Bye, Alma."
"Fuck it." Lauren says as soon as the girl closes the door.
She runs her hand through her hair, letting her pen fall on her notebook, and she looks out the window.
It's okay. We still have a chance to get over her. She thinks, closing her eyes and sighing. Yeah but we're about to help her. We're going to spend time with her... Have you seen her??
Lauren sighs again.
It's like there's no issue. She thought she could do this, but she's already slowly realizing that she can't, and it's going to be a huge problem.
At least she has the rest of the day to talk herself through this whole getting over Alma thing.
But it fails.
It fails because now it's 9 PM, Lauren's in bed and she's watching Alma's Instagram account again and at this point she's pretty sure that she belongs in jail.
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She wishes she would've been that hot when she was eighteen. Actually, she just wishes she was eighteen right now.
In a second, she locks her phone and closes her eyes.
This is unhealthy. Not only is she making her crush worse, but she's also hurting herself for no apparent reason and she's feeling her heart burning in her chest everytime she thinks of her.
When she arrives in her classroom at 7:30 AM the next day, she doesn't expect Alma to show up literally five minutes later.
"Oh, hi Alma. It's early, you know we could've done this in the afternoon, right?" Lauren chuckles and Alma shrugs.
"It's fine with me." She answers, sitting in her usual seat right in front of Lauren.
"So. What do you not understand?" Lauren asks, and Alma takes her notebook.
Working with Alma turns out way more fun than Lauren thought it would be. She's full of joy and funny jokes and it's just nice to be around her, especially this early in the morning.
It makes the fact that it's 7:30 AM not so lame anymore.
They spend more time laughing and chatting than actually working but that seems to be okay for the both of them. They slowly stop laughing as the bell rings, and students start arriving for their first class of the day.
Funny enough, Lauren is now in a much better mood than she was when she first arrived.
