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AN: Okay, so this story is way different from any story I've ever written before. It's in Spanish and English, with the English translation of anything Spanish in italics at the end of the sentence. I am bilingual, but there's a lot of swearing that they don't teach us in school, so if there is a better word, or if I'm not using something right, PLEASE TELL ME!!! Constructive Critisism is very helpful. I'm getting all the swear words off the internet and the Mexican guys in my gym class.
“Now Eric, is that any way to talk to a lady?” I reprimanded, laughing.
“Maybe it is to a lady, but not to you or her!” he laughed in a thick accent.
“So, Sylv, manage to find some hot Hispanic hunk over the summer break?” Anna asked. Anna was my best friend, and I love her to death, but still!
“Been practicing your alliteration, Anna?” I asked dryly. “And in case you hadn’t noticed, most of this town is Hispanic. If I found a hunk, which I didn’t, he would more than likely be Hispanic.”
“Funsucker,” she muttered. But I have been practicing my alliteration!” she grinned. “I actually read the first chapter of the book we were supposed to read. I mean, imagine that, me reading in English. Where does she think this is, America? Hah! America runs off illegal aliens. Without us, the price of everything would be ten times higher!”
“Hate to break it to you Anna, but last time I checked, you’re not full Mexican, and you’re not illegal.” Anna is half white and half Mexican. She scowled at me. “Now Eric on the other hand…”
“Hey! I am so legal! Got my fuckin’ papers don’t I?” he protested. I laughed.
“Stop being so sensitive.”
“Come on, let’s get in line. We need to get our schedules,” Anna said. Eric and I followed her into the auditorium where Back to School was set up. We were talking and catching up and having a grand old time, when I felt someone staring at me. I turned around quickly.
“Are you staring at my ass?” I asked the guy behind me. He was kinda cute, Mexican (like everyone here), longish black hair, black eyes, dark skin, straight white teeth, tight jeans, loose jacket over a ribbed wife beater. He smirked at me.
“Do you want me to be?” he asked.
“Uh, no?” I stopped looking at and talking to him, he was being kinda creepy. Though he was cute. I turned back to Anna who was giggling and smiling at me.
“Un nuevo novio?” A new boyfriend? I shook my head profusely.
“Shut up, Anna! No lo conozco!” I don’t know him. I gave her a look that said he’s-fucking-Mexican-and-everyone-in-this-town-speaks-Spanish-what-are-you-doing? She grinned at me.
“Don’t worry so much, Chiquita. Just go with the flow. Come on Eric, I need ice cream,” she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the line. Huh, since when did they start dating? Of course because it was them, it was probably just fucking, but hey. “Hey Syl, get our schedules, yeah?” So I was left to get my schedule with the cute but slightly creepy guy who was standing behind me.
“Hey,” he said. I turned around.
“Hi.” I’m not exactly a social butterfly.
“Me llamo Francisco, pero aqui en los Estados me llamo Frank o Frankie,” he introduced himself. My name is Francisco, but here in the States I’m Frank or Frankie.
“Sylvia,” I said, smiling slightly at him. “Tienes una preferencia para Frank o Frankie?” Do you have a preference for Frank or Frankie? He looked relieved that I spoke Spanish. Most people didn’t realize that I could, since I have light blonde hair and light skin and blue eyes. I’m not Mexican at all. My mom is from Virginia and my dad is from Canada.
“Frankie. Its only Frank when my mom is talking, but she hardly ever does.” He was really cute. My sister Joan would say I have a one-track mind. Joan was 23 and in college. She had taken two years break before starting college, so that’s why she was so old.
“So, are you new?” I asked. He laughed happily.
“Nope. You just never noticed me. Though we did have math together last year,” he said. I laughed.
“If you remember me in that class, you would remember that I slept the whole year,” I said.
“And that Sra. Rodriguez didn’t notice because she was a blind old bat,” he grinned. I laughed.
“And she didn’t know that I copied off Sam Manster and that’s how I passed her stupid class.” Francisco grinned. “Okay, so how come I’ve never seen you anywhere? Are you sure you’re not new? No, you couldn’t be. If you were new you wouldn’t know that Mrs. Rodriguez was a blind old bat. Wait! Unless you’re her son! What’s you last name, Francisco?” He laughed. He had a really nice laugh. Deep and open and just really happy.
“My name is Francisco Gonzales. Another common name, but not Rodriguez.”
“Oh,” I sighed. “Sorry. I just can’t remember you.”
“Maybe you hit your head over the summer and got-uh, no recuerdo la palabra, you can’t remember, and you can only remember really strong memories,” he suggested as we inched forwards in line.
“It’s called ‘amnesia’.” He nodded.
“Amnesia.”
“Or maybe I just slept through Algebra 1 and didn’t look at many other students last year,” I said by way of explanation for my bad memory.
“Yeah, that too.”
“Next,” the lady behind the card table said in a really monotonous voice. Yeah, monotonous, I know big words! I stepped forwards. “Last name?”
“Michleston,” I said. She looked up, obviously a bit surprised I wasn’t another Gonzales, or Rodriguez, or Cisneros, or Contreras, or something else Hispanic. She handed me my schedule and called for the next person again. I turned around and waved to Francisco.
“See ya around.” He waved back and told the lady his name. I squirmed my way out of the crowd fairly quickly, not to get away from Francisco, just to go find Anna.
“Como fue con tu nuevo novio?” she asked. How was it with your new boyfriend?
“Shut up, Anna!” I hit her shoulder lightly and we walked off to try and find our lockers.
“Haha! Karma! You have a bottom locker!” she laughed at me when we finally stumbled upon mine. Yeah. Neither of us paid any attention last year, and as a result couldn’t find anything.
“What the hell did I do?” I asked, kicking the gross orange locker.
“You hit me, that’s what! Puta,” she muttered the last bit. Bitch.
“Love you too, Anna.”
She sneered at me. “Come on, let’s go find my locker!” she whined. When we finally found her locker I laughed.
“Don’t I remember something you said earlier? Oh yes, I do recall: KARMA!” I laughed in her face.
“Shut up bitch!” she shoved her books in her lower locker and we walked out.
“So, school starts tomorrow, huh? Fun, right?” I joked, slinging an arm around her.
“Oh yeah, loads.”
“Hey wait up!” Eric yelled from down the hall and started running towards us. I laughed and stopped at the same time Anna took off running. Eric caught up with me and stopped barely breathing hard. That was Eric, the insane athlete. He draped an arm around my shoulders. “Hey baby,” he said in a really bad attempt at being seductive. “Como piensas de chuparme la polla?” What do you think about sucking my dick? I shoved him away.
“Eric! Tienes Anna para chingar!” You have Anna to fuck! Anna whipped around the corner quickly.
“WHAT?” she screeched.
“I told Eric to fuck you?” I said like a duh moment. Eric immediately moved over to Anna.
“Hola Anna. Como te sientas en ese dia tan hermosa? Quieres chingarme?” Hello Anna. How do you feel on this beautiful day? Wanna fuck me?
“Eric!” she shoved him and he fell into the wall.
“Oww! Puta!” Bitch.
“But you love me!” she grinned, wrapping her arms around his waist so they were pressed up against each other.
“Por supesto te amo,” he said, kissing her. Of course I love you. I sighed and rolled my eyes and left. Not that I didn’t love them, but I really didn’t need to see my friends acting like the horny teenagers they were.
