The Suburb Boy from Spanish Class

Activity: Short conversation. Most of us were college freshmen and didn’t want to be the first ones to go up to the front. I thought, Better now than later, right? I jumped up from my desk and faced my partner, a curly haired brunette boy that walked out of Urban Outfitters. A little bit of acne spread across that white bread. Our dialogue was fast paced.

PARTNER: ¡Hola!

ME: ¡Hola! 

PARNTER:  ¿Cómo estás? 

ME: Me llamo Sherry. Oh wait.

WHOLE CLASS: (laughs)

Sweet. Another boy, sporting a plaid shirt and boat shoes, kept glancing my way afterwards. I made friends with the dirty blonde suburb girl who sat next to me. She had thick-rimmed glasses and wore her hair in a ponytail 90% of the time. Her usual outfit: Northface jacket and UGG boots.

We walked down the wide stairs on our way out of class and the Northface boy caught up to us. He tried to make conversation, but Suburb Girl wasn’t having it. She kept shutting down every attempt and closed the space between she and I so that he couldn’t even break the barrier physically. I felt bad– I’m always down for new friends. But I kind of just went with the flow and the boy never tried talking to me again. Months later, I saw him with his arm around a girl wearing plaid. I’m not sure if he saw me or not.

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