I leave English with a smile on my face and Andy at my side. "Ugh! I love English, but I really hate the amount of homework we get!"
Rolling my eyes I push her head playfully. "Shut up! All you do is sit on your couch obsessing over Hook after school! You have all the time in the world to do it."
She grins. "I ship Captain Swan all the way! I swear they're the only reason I still watch Once Upon A Time." She smacks my head as we head into the gym. I stay back a bit while she goes through the left side of the doorway and I follow through, making sure not to enter through the right side of the pole.
"Amelia!" She protests but it's too late. We didn't split the pole.
"I guess I won't be getting bad luck," I shrug my shoulders.
"Whatever. We both know your life continued as normally as it did even before we split the pole last week." Well, I only slipped on ice like five hundred times, but you know, whatever.
We walk to our usual spot on the first row of the bleachers. We sit here everyday during the ten minutes of recess provided for us - if you can even call it recess. During this time is when most fights tend to happen. Welcome to Central Middle School, in which everyone comes to complain about their shitty lives or bitch about each other.
"Here he comes!" Andy whispers to me. I look up and smile when I see Andres walk through the door and on his side Matteo, whom I guess is his best friend since they're never separated.
He doesn't look over to where I'm sitting but rather walks to the other side of the gym to play soccer. I would join them but only boys play soccer during this time. That's not an excuse not to join since I prefer to hang out with boys rather than girls (boys always have something new and stupid to make you laugh, but teenage girls drag on the same drama for weeks). I don't join them because on the other side of that wall because soccer isn't being played, it's more like a bloodbath than anything else. They have no proper organization of the teams and it's everyone for themselves. You can't go in without coming back with a new bruise or two.
"When are you going to go talk to him?" Andy whines while she shakes my shoulder, as if that will shake sense into me.
"We do talk." I argue and push her arms off of me.
"When was the last time you talked?" She retorts back knowing well enough that I haven't talked to him in a year, and last time I did, I ended up embarrassing him. Oops. Then again, I didn't like him a year ago.
"I'm not going to just walk up to him and say, 'Hey Andres, want to go out with me?' You know how weird that is?" I mutter.
She rolls her eyes at me. "Pollo!"
"Call me a chicken all you want, see if I care." I stick my tongue out at her. "Anyways, did you do your band assignment?"
Her eyes go wide. "Shit. Don't tell me that was due today!"
"Okay."
"Yes or no!" She screams at me.
"Yes or no what?" I ask innocently while smirking on the inside.
"Don't make me smack you!" She threatens.
I let out a chuckle before answering her. "Yup! Now you have to go up and perform for the whole band!"
Groaning she takes out her phone. "Like hell I am, he can't make me."
"Sure he can't," I snort. "He told us like five times he would make us perform. Just ask Victoria how many time she's had to go up there."
