Normal POV

The next morning everyone walks into Angel Grove High.

"Mike, why are we doing this again?" Tracy asks.

"Tracy, we are teenagers, so that means that we have to go to school," Mike answers.

"True, can't I use my one act of youthful rebellion, and, you know, skip school," Tracy says.

Mike says no. He places his hand on her shoulder. She looks over at him. He tells her to relax and that he has her back. Tracy thanks him for what he said. Billy adds that he can tell that Tracy isn't that kind of person. They continue their walk through the school. A few minutes later Tracy and Mike head to their lockers. Jason and the others head to homeroom with Ms. Appleby.

Tracy finds her locker three minutes later. She does the combination three times before it opens. She puts her things away. The 'welcoming committee' walks up. Byron and Carmelo walk down the hall towards her. Byron is tall, has straight pale brown hair, and light brown eyes. Carmelo is a few inches taller than Byron and has long dark red hair and pale green eyes.

Carmelo pins her up against her locker. Byron grabs Tracy's hair and ties the ends to the locker handle. Carmelo steps back. He takes a bubble gum wrapper out of his pants pocket. Bryon takes the wrapper from him and starts to take a colorful wad of gum.

"Bubble gum? Seriously, how old are you two-seven?" Tracy says sarcastically.

Byron puts the gum away. He hands it back to Carmelo who throws it away. Byron yanks Tracy up by her collar. She screams in pain as the force of being yanked upward pulls her hair.

"This conversation isn't over. I swear I'm going to make your time here so terrible. You'll want to go back to where you came from by the end of the week." Bryon threatens.

Byron lets her go. Tracy screams in pain again as she drops down quickly. The boys walk away laughing. A minute later Tracy recovers and reaches around to untie her hair. She works at it for five minutes before she decides to give up. She turns around to see Enrique Cruz walk up to her. He is five foot nine inches, has blue eyes and short black hair. Tracy starts to feel the same way she did the day she met Mike.

"Hey bello, why don't I give you a hand?" Enrique says in a Hispanic accent.

"Gracias, I appreciate it," Tracy says.

"I think you should thank me after I untie your gorgeous hair from your locker," Enrique says.

Tracy tries to keep herself from blushing. Enrique continues to compliment her as he unties her hair. Five minutes later Tracy is free. A millisecond later a beam of sunlight comes through the skylight above Tracy's head. Enrique is amazed how the sunlight makes her blonde hair shine brighter.

"Wow, your hair looks dazzling in the sunlight. Hola soy Enrique, ¿cuál es tu nombre?" Enrique asks.

"Hola Enrique, soy Tracy. It's nice to meet you." Tracy answers.

"So Tracy. what's your first class?" Enrique.

"I have Spanish 3 with Mr. Quintero," Tracy says.

"that's my first class too, I could show you the way," Enrique says

"No gracias, I can figure it out on my own," Tracy says.

"Ok Bello, I'll see you in class," Enrique says.

He takes a hold of her left hand. He raises it to his lips and kisses it and says goodbye. Their hands slide apart slowly. Tracy watches him walk away. After he turns the corner Tracy leans up against her locker. She lets out a long sigh. Three minutes later she decides to catch up with Jason and the others. She gets there just before they walk in the door. Kimberly turns after Tracy calls her name. Tommy says to meet them when she is done.

"Tracy, the first class starts in ten minutes, what's up?" Kimberly asks.

"I know, but I need some advice. You see I met this boy..." Tracy answers.

The warning bell rings, stopping her mid sentence

"We'll talk after class, okay," Kimberly says.

Tracy nods and Kimberly walks into the classroom as Tracy heads to Spanish. She stands in front of the door incredibly nervous. She slowly reaches for the handle. Suddenly she sees Enrique's hand reaching for it too. She looks over her shoulder.

"Hola mi bella princesa, we meet again," Enrique says.

Tracy is so nervous that she struggles to say another word. She looks away and puts her hand back down to her side. Enrique senses Tracy's nervousness, so he takes hold of her wrist. He leads her to the empty hallway next to the classroom. Then he stands behind her and starts to rub her shoulders. The butterflies in Tracy's stomach are going crazy as Enrique's strong yet gentle hands massage her sore shoulders. When Enrique finishes, he leans in close.

"I think that you're the prettiest girl in the school." He whispers.

Enrique backs away slowly to breathe in Tracy's perfume. The hair on the back of her neck stands up as his breath hits her skin. Tracy reminds herself to ignore these feeling she is starting to have for him.

Meanwhile, Mike walks into Mrs. Pennington's class. She introduces him to the class. Then Mike sits down in the empty chair in the second row from the back of the room. She tells the class that today they'll be starting their group project about diseases. The class splits into seven groups of three. Mike's partners are Olive Vasquez and Teresa Cruz. The girls are holding onto each of his arms.

"Hey handsome, I can't wait to work with you on this project," Olive says.

"Me too, we are so getting an A," Teresa adds.

"Girls, remember that Mrs. Pennington said that this is a group project. Everyone will do their own research. Then they'll meet up at the juice bar to put it all together." Mike says.

The girls agree that it sounds like a good plan. Mrs. Pennington tells the class they're going to the library after she assigned them their disease. They leave a minute later to head to the library.

Back in Spanish class, Mr. Quintero tells the class that they are going to present the project he assigned them two weeks ago. The assignment was to write a song or poem about their first day of school, themselves or favorite pastime. Tracy raises her hand slowly.

"Yes, Mrs. Burlew," Mr. Quintero says.

"I wrote a song but the lyrics are in English. Do you still want me to sing it?" Tracy asks.

"No, you'll sing it in class on Wednesday after you translate it into Spanish." Mr. Quintero answers.

Tracy felt a bit stupid after she asked that question. Five minutes later the first students present their project. It was a poem called 'día en la granja.' After a few projects were presented, Tracy couldn't believe how talented the class was. The students who sang had amazing voices. Enrique is the last one to present. He walks up to the front of the room. Tracy starts to melt when he starts to sing. The bell rings just as he finished the song.

Mr. Quintero reminds the class of their homework assignment. Tracy writes it down. Then she picks up her things and leaves the room. Enrique shouts for her to slow down. Once he catches up with her and his breathing returns to normal,"What did you think of my song?"

"I loved it. You have a great voice." Tracy answers.

"Thanks pretty lady, I can't wait to hear you sing. I bet a girl as pretty as you has the voice of an angel. Where are you headed now?" Enrique says.

"Well, other than my locker, I have to go to creative writing with Ms. Acevedo." Tracy says.

"I had her last year. She is a great teacher. If memory serves me, at this point in the semester, she is doing first person narrative." Enrique says.

She thanks him for the heads up. They make their turns at the end of the hall to head to their lockers. Tracy walks past an empty hallway. She stops when she hears sounds of a make out session. Tracy's curiosity over rules her power of listening to her conscience. She walks down the hall. Her heart stops and her eyes start to fill with tears as she sees the horrible sight in front of her. Olive and Mike are making out. The worst part is, Mike was not trying to stop her. He was encouraging her to keep going.

Translations

Bello- beautiful

Gracias – thank you

Hola, soy Enrique ¿cuál es tu nombre? – Hello, I'm Enrique. What's your name?

Hola Enrique, soy Tracy – Hello Enrique, I'm Tracy

Hola mi bella princesa – Hello my beautiful princess

AN: What do you think?
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