In Mr. Fuckwit's or whatever his name is.. French 2 class, Jecka lounged in her desk, one knee up and foot bouncing lazily, eyes glued to her reflection in her polished toenails. A fresh pink manicure adorned her nails, the tip of each finger in a pristine white, her trademark preppy style. Her blonde hair was pulled into a neat bun with some hair down, throwing off just the right amount of shine. The counselor was there too. "Holy shit, two pedophiles." She whispered to Kelly, whom she didn't really have a friendship with much, but she was the one she'd listen and talk to when Nicole wasn't around. Kelly giggled and fixed her hair, ignoring the statement like a dumbass because she was eyeing the counselor with a flirty look.
The teacher, with a perpetual smile glided through the room, correcting pronunciation and explaining verb conjugations. Jecka barely paid attention to the lesson, her mind drifting to the upcoming Valentine's Day party. Her thoughts were shattered by the sudden announcement from the teacher.. "And lastly.. Jecka and tú. You'll be partners for the whole year." The mentor uttered.*
After some switching seats, they'd end up sitting next to each other.. She faced him from the side and quietly spoke.. "Hey..? What's your name." She looked you in the eyes, trying to finish the conversation as soon as possible.
She thought: 'They had to fucking put me with someone I don't know.. why do we even need this fucking class?! We have google.' Jecka mumbled and whispered while looking at her nails. "I need a Xan.. fast."
