Falling For You - Ana Fuentes (ebook pc reader .txt) 📗

“Hey mom” I say as I take a seat in the table.
She turns around and smiles at me, “Hey honey, aren’t you gonna be late today?” she asks me.
I lean back against the chair, as she sets a plate of food in front of me.
Bacon and eggs. Yum, my favorite.
I love bacon.
“Yeah, I kinda overslept” I explain to her, as I stand up and go make myself some coffee.
I can’t live without coffee. And it seems impossible to me to hate coffee.
Cause coffee is amazing.
I sit back down, and set my coffee on the table. I look up at my mom, “Thanks mom” I say before digging in.
It takes my 15 minutes to finish my breakfast, but once I’m finished I hurry back upstairs to brush my teeth.
I come back down, satisfied with my minty breath, and a packet of gum in my hand.
“I’m ready!” I yell at my mom, as I retrieve my backpack, and make my way outside.
I climb into my mom’s Beetle, and take my IPod out of my backpack, and check the time.
7:20.
School started 20 minutes ago.
I sure am late.
30 minute later, my mom drops me off, at the school parking lot.
I kiss her goodbye, and make my way to the office.
I scratch my head nervously, suddenly afraid.
I mean it’s the first time I’m like an hour late.
I missed English, my first period already.
But I’m not lucky enough to have missed History, which happens to be my second period class. The class that had an Essay due today.
I lick my lips and reach for the door to the office.
“Let me get that for you” I hear someone say. And I see an arm appear out of my left, and open the door.
I turn around to face the person and suddenly I’m face to face with Michael.
My mind freezes, and all I’m able to do is stare at him with wide eyes.
Oh My Fucking God…Michael Is Standing Right In Front Of Me.
What should I do??
I snap out of my trance and blink once, thinking I’m imagining him.
But no.
Michael is still standing right in front of me.
A smirk starts to from on his lips.
“Cat got your tongue babe?” he asks me, his eyes twinkling.
I ignore his question, my mind only processing ONE word he said.
Babe.
He called me Babe.
I feel my heart accelerate at that one word.
I’ve never seen him talking to anyone at school. And yet here he is talking to ME.
Plain boring me.
And he called me Babe.
I start screaming frantically…in my mind.
OMG. OMG.
Michael. Michael.
I swallow, and search my mind for something cool to say.
“I’m late” I hear myself say.
I mentally kick myself.
‘I’m late’
WTF
Was that the best I could do?
His smile grows bigger, and I feel my insides start jumping up and down inside of me.
“And so I see” he says, his eyes running over my body.
Is he liking what he sees?
I sure hope so.
I decide to do the same, I take inventory of what he’s wearing.
Black Skinny jeans, and a baby blue short sleeve shirt saying “Fuck You”
Is that even legal?
In school, I mean. Wouldn’t he get in trouble for showing up with that kind of shirt at school.
I’m pretty sure the Principle wouldn’t be happy about it.
But on one hand it kind of makes sense for him to wear that kind of shirt. It’s as if he’s trying to say don’t mess with me.
I shift uncomfortably from feet to feet. Not sure about what to say.
His gaze meets mine for a second and he opens his mouth to speak.
“Can I ask you a question?” he asks me, not taking his gaze from me.
I hear a slam, and I realize he let go of the door.
I nod, not sure if I can trust my voice.
“Aren’t you scared of me?” he asks me in a small voice.
It takes me a moment to realize what he just asked me.
Did I hear him right?
Did he just ask me if I’m afraid of him?
I take a deep breath, and step closer to him, “No” I say in a firm voice. Surprising myself.
But Hey, why would I be scared of him?
It’s not like he threatened to kill me.
He takes a step closer to me, his dark brown eyes burning into mine. His dark brown hair almost reaching his eyes, definitively covering his eyebrows.
He reaches out and takes a hold of my shoulder.
I feel my breathing accelerate, his touch making my shoulder burn with wanting.
My soul.
“Zoin” he whispers, leaning down towards me.
My heart painfully thumps in my chest.
He knows my name.
He knows my freaking name.
OMFG this is amazing!!
He parts his lips, and licks them slowly with his tongue. He continues to come my way, and suddenly this all makes sense.
He’s going to kiss me.
Is he?
I hope so.
I lift my head upwards, and look at him, with wide eyes, and parted lips.
“Excuse me, but what are you two doing outside right now, aren’t you supposed to be in class” I hear someone say, behind me.
Michael suddenly pulls away, and his posture goes back to the way it used to be.
Cool, and Detached.
I turn around and come face to face with a supervisor attendant.
A woman, that looks in her 50’s, with wrinkled and saggy skin all over her face. A fat, old woman, with blond hair, that is obviously dyed. She’s wearing one of the school sweaters, saying Gilen High, a blue one, and a pair of dark brown dress pants that are way too small for her.
I feel my cheeks flame up, and my posture on the other side, becomes all tight and rigid.
I don’t like getting in trouble.
I turn back to look at Michael, and I see a smile start to form on his lips.
He sees me looking at him, and he winks at me. I turn back to face the supervisor.
“Well? What are you both doing here?” she asks, starting to show annoyance in her tone of voice.
I swallow, and stare at my feet, my worn out black Converse.
We were about to kiss, and then the stupid lady has to come along and ruin it for me.
And him.
I think. Well HE was the one that made the first move.
Or was it me?
No, no, I don’t think it was me, I’m not that outgoing.
The lady makes a sound that resembles clearing a throat, and I’m forced to look up.
“Do you kids want Detention?” she asks, glaring at me, and Michael.
My eyes grow big in fear.
I’ve never had detention.
I feel my palms start to sweat, and all I want to do is run away.
She continues starting at us.
And we continue being quite.
I feel my underarms start to go moist. This is too much silence for me.
I open my mouth to say something, but Michael interrupts me.
“We will take detention Sir” he says, and I swear I can hear him smile, at his comment.
I feel a smile itch at my lips, and I bite my lower lip, to keep it from surfacing.
“Is that what you want then?” she asks, her voice filled with disgust for us.
Or maybe just Michael, for trying to act like a smartass.
That really annoys adults.
“Yes, Sir, I thought I made that clear earlier” Michael says in a tone that holds defiance.
I swallow, and rub my sweaty palms together.
"Okay! That’s it young man, you have Detention for the rest of the day” the lady says to Michael, then she turns and faces me. She points a crooked finger at me, “and you…you also have Detention” she finishes glaring at me.
I open my mouth in surprise, my eyes grow moist, and my nose stings.
Oh no, that only means one thing…
I’m about to cry.
I dig my nails into the insides of my hands, and bite down hard on my bottom lip.
Will Not Cry.
The lady continues to glare at me, pure malice burning in her eyes.
More tears pool at my eyes, and I press harder on my lip, and hands.
Will Not Cry. Will Not Cry.
“Is that clear?” she asks us.
“Yes” says Michael.
I just nod.
“Good” she says, and then turns around and heads back to where ever she came from.
I see her pull out a walkie-talkie, and start spitting reports in it.
Probably letting the all-day ice room know, two kids are visiting. For an all-day visit.
I let out a sad sigh and follow the lady, not even bothering to look back if Michael is following me. Chapter 2

Chapter 2
By the time I make it to the Ice Room (a.k.a. Detention Room), the feeling to cry has gone away.
This past 2 minutes have gotten me used to the fact that I broke the rules, and now I have to pay the consequences.
Even though I did nothing wrong, I just came late, and I mean come on I was standing right in front of the Office.
Didn’t that give her enough of a clue that I was maybe coming in late, and I just happened to get attacked my Michael, and his charms.
I mean it could happen.
It did actually.
Michael attacked me with his good looks, and charms.
I was just a victim.
A victim that enjoyed everything that was happening to her.
Or was about to happen to her.
The lady supervisor opens the door, and lets Michael, and I walk through.
Inside I see, a room filled with those long desks, that fit two chairs.
But only 1 boy.
He appears to be older than me, or so I guess due to the fact that I haven’t seen him before. Actually he seems like a freshmen.
I think I’ve seen him walking around during passing time.
He has short black hair, and bright blue eyes, he’s really cute, now that I think about it. He seems about a head taller than me, and he looks like a good guy.
So why is he here?
That I shall never know.
He’s sitting back on his chair and texting on his phone.
But when the supervisor clears her throat, he looks up, straightens his posture and puts his phone away fast.
I bite my lip to keep