The Unthinkable Has Occurred
Author: Brianna

Chapter 6
School Again...And The Worst Spanish Class Ever

Author's Note: Here we go. School is starting. Major plot point coming!!

--Cara's POV--



Beep. Beep.


I slap the off button on my alarm. Why do I have to get up at 6 in the morning? It is way too early to function! I guess I'm just used to sleeping so late the past week that it seems even earlier than normal. I climb out of bed and shuffle to my closet. Honestly, at this hour, I don't give a shit what I looked like. But Roxy would kill me if she saw that I came to school in my pajamas. So I grab a pair of skinny jeans, a brown short-sleeve v-neck shirt, and my brown flip-flops. I quickly get dressed and sit down in front of my mirror. I only put on a little mascara and some lip gloss, and pull my hair into a loose braid on the side of my head. I stand up, grab my phone and bag, and head down the hall to make sure that Austin is awake.

I flip open my phone, and text Adriane.

     brown_eyed_girl703: adriane! getcha ass outta bed now cuz mi bro isnt gunna wait 4 u again!

     ninja_girl1118: im up...

     brown_eyed_girl703: no ur not. if u dont get up now, ur wlking to skewl! i mean it this time!

     ninja_girl1119: okay okay im srsly up!

     brown_eyed_girl703: good :)

I snap my phone shut and open Austin's door. He's not in there, so I guess that he's already downstairs. I walk into Bethany's room to wake her up. Because I always go downstairs at the same time that she wakes up, she asks me to wake her every morning. I gently shake her awake and wait patiently until she stands up before hurrying downstairs into the kitchen. Austin is sitting there finishing a bowl of cereal, so I just take a few granola bars from the pantry and rip one open.

"You ready? I told Ade that we weren't going to wait for her today," I inform my brother.

"Don't you tell her that everyday? And it never seems to work," he teases.


"Come on. Let's go."

I follow my brother outside. We only have a two-car garage, so Austin has to park his car in the driveway. The 2003 Honda Civic used to be my mom's, but when Austin learned to drive, she gave it up and got a new one.

Austin pulls down the driveway and stops in front of the Cathart home three houses down. Brady and Roxy come out a second later and climb in the backseat.

"So I'm betting that it takes Adriane three and a half minutes to get out here," Brady says.

"Hmm no, I say four," Austin counters.

"Guys, please stop. Anyway, I told her that we absolutely were not gonna wait for her today. So she should be out here unless she really does want to walk to school," I say.

"Don't you tell her that everyday?" Brady asks.

"That's exactly what I said!" Austin turns and grins at me.

"Well I guess we'll see, won't we?" I sigh. 

My phone vibrates.

     ninja_girl1118: i kno ur here. im coming

     brown_eyed_girl703: good cuz theyre betting on how long u take

     ninja_girl1118: hahaha ill b rite there

     brown_eyed_girl703: kk :)

"She'll be right here," I tell them. With that, the door opens and Adriane runs to the car.

"So boys, how long did I take?" Adriane asks sarcastically.

"One minute and 26 seconds" Brady says, looking at his watch.

"See, I told you!" she retorts.

Five minutes later, we are pulling up to the only high school in Salida. Austin parks the car, and we all jump out. Roxy, Ade, and I walk to our lockers, then we all head to first period art. The three of us only have art and ap euro history together.

Art passes by in a blur. So does second and third period chem. When the bell rings to end third period, I nearly run to my locker. Spanish is one of the few classes I have with Riley. It's sort of a good thing that I don't have it with Roxy or Ade because they don't know about my crush on Riley. Although I'm sure that Roxy would love to be in my class because Carter is in here too.

"¡Hola clase! ¿Como estas?" Señora Salatti asks us as she walks into the room.

"Bien." We answer dully.

"Bueno. Today you are going to work on a Spanish project. I'm going to assign the partners. Listen up. Hannah and Shawn, you two are working together. Lauren and Brady, Chris and Nicole..." Everyone starts to move their desks next to their partner's when they hear their names being called.

Please pair me with Riley please pair me with Riley please pair me with Riley, I chant over and over. Riley Riley Riley pair me with Riley pair me with...

"Riley and Ashlee..." Señora Salatti announces. Everyone else's name is a blur after that. I'm not paying attention. Disappointment and horror fill me. But I want to work with Riley, I want to plead. Distantly, almost as if I'm underwater, I hear Ashlee say "Ooohh look at that! What a coincidence! I'm paired with my boyfriend!" UGHH, Señora could pair Riley with anyone else but not that stupid SLUT! I'm not sure if it's my imagination or not, but I think I hear Riley mutter "Oh God, No!"

I'm snatched out of my internal rant when I hear my name being called. "Cara and...hmm who's left? Oh Zachary. You're with Cara." I freeze. Oh god, this is just as bad as Riley being paired with Ashlee. Why Zachary? He is THE loser kid in our grade. The tough kids are always picking fights with him, and the girls look upon him with disgust. I mean, he's not good-looking, with pimples all over his face, glasses, and braces. The typical geeky loser kid in the grade. And I'm partnered with him for a project? Joy. 

He gets up to push his desk next to mine. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and see Nicole sitting behind me. She whispers loud enough for the whole class to hear, "I'm sorry you got stuck with HIM. If you wanna ditch him and join our group..." She leaves the sentence hanging. We all know what she is implying anyway. I look over at Zach and see that he has turned bright red. Everyone in the class bursts into laughter, except me. For a second, I feel a pang of pity, but it doesn't last long. He shoves the desk against mine, flings himself into the seat, and flips off everyone in the class.

"Zachary Stynel, what do you think you are doing? That is inappropriate classroom behavior. Go to the principal's office NOW!" Señora yells at him.

"Fuck you all," he says as he walks out the door.

I couldn't believe what just happened. Seriously, what was he thinking when he flipped off the class? I wouldn't be surprised if he got after school detention for a week.


I walk out of ninth period and see Zachary heading towards me. I'm trying to avoid him without making it obvious, but he still manages to make his way through the crowded hallway to me.

"Ummm, so do you want to work on the project sometime?" he asks me nervously. 

"I guess so." I answer reluctantly.

"Okay I got to go but thanks for not laughing at me today," and with that, he runs off. 

I see Roxy heading towards me with a puzzled look on her face.

"What do you think you're doing, talking with HIM?" she nearly yells at me.

"Hey honey calm down. I'm not committing social suicide, I promise. I got stuck with him for a spanish project." I tell her about what happened that period.

"Oh gosh I'm sorry you got stuck with him. Can't you change?" Roxy asked me.

"Nope. And it can't be that bad. I'm sure other people have had to work with him before." I answered her, knowing full well that I didn't actually try to change partners. Of course, it wouldn't have worked anyway, but still...


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