It's a chat fic and fanfic ??
We love our grumpy 5'10 baseball playing hispanic man ??
Fem reader
Btw, reader is Mexican mind you cause thats the way ik how to write best, so there will be words in spanish that i'm too lazy to translate so be wa...
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"What do you mean project???" You look down at your teacher, your hands gripping his desk. Why are you just hearing about this?
It was Friday, meaning you were officially here for about a week. Your teacher had asked you to stay after class, to discuss something with you. If you knew this was why, you would have just jumped out the window then and there.
He just smiled at you, and explained calmly. "Well, it's been a few days that you've been here, so you must be mostly adjusted. I assigned a semester long project at the beginning of the year, and it's still something you have to do."
You wanted to yell, but instead, bit the inside of your cheek. "So what do I have to do?" You asked him, albeit your voice strained.
He began to explain the project, and while you spaced out, he said something that caught your attention.
"I'm going to assign you to a group of six since most groups already have around seven kids. I'm not sure if you've met them but i'll let them know tomorrow before class starts."You nod, and he lets you leave the classroom.
The second you left the classroom, you groan, walking to your next class. Why'd you have to do a project that others have already worked in for the past month??
You thought it was so stupid. It was barley even 8 in the morning and you were already pissed off.
You begrudgingly walked to math, only thing that kept you going was making it to lunch. You skipped breakfast - as usual - and were starving. You decided to pass by one of the vending machines later.
The bell had already rung, so you were walking through empty halls. You had half a mind to just cut class, but maybe you shouldn't do that the first month of you being in this school.
You had entered the classroom and gave your teacher a late slip. You looked down at the floor, feeling your heart beat in your chest. You felt as if everyone was staring at you since you were late. Maybe they were, maybe they weren't . Were you going to check? No.
You sit down and place your things on the floor. While looking through your back pack for a pencil and a notebook, you find a note on your desk.
"You're N/n, right? Saw u in the other world yesterday." It read. You looked to see who it was when the boy with brown hair tapped your shoulder. You look next to you and he gives you a small smile.
You smile back and write back a response before placing it on his desk.
"Aiden's cousin right? He told me." He nodded and started writing again.
You go back to paying attention to the teacher, stopping every now and then when exchanging notes with him.
After going through most of your classes, it's finally lunch. You sit in your usual spot, and seeing the long lunch line, you decide to wait and go on your phone instead. That's when you remember you had leftover cake that your mom wanted you to give to Aiden. You pull out the container and begin to text him.
