Ben punched Diego lightly on the arm, causing him to drop his basketball. "Alright man, Jack's having a beginning-of-the-year party at the end of the week. You gotta be there."
Diego sighed. "I can't Ben, I got work."
"Dude come on. Your uncle owns the restaurant. Just ask for the night off. Or ask to switch shifts or some shit."
Diego shouldered his backpack as he and his friends started walking towards the school. "I'll see what I can do, man."
27 Things To Do Before Graduation // One on One // Romance // CLOSED
"Yeah, she was talking to the cheer squad about some party this week." Lizzie said, nodding. "Some new guy's been dragged into her scheme? Poor sap."
Blue, giving up on getting her cousin to let her go, just started walking towards the school. "It's a new school, none of the guys know her game. They will soon enough though." Amara, the third cousin, had moved with her mother from New York, to live with them. And Amara had a thing for breaking hearts.
Ben and Diego's friends left them at the entrance to go to their various classes. Ben smiled. "First class of senior year, man. I have AP Lit. What do you got?"
Diego smiled, and shook his head, pulling out his schedule. Ben was always one for sappy stuff, like noting what your first class of senior year was. "Music theory." The first bell rang, signaling they needed to get to class. "See you on the other side."
((Should they have the same class?))
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"You should be getting to class, kid." Blue said, finally managing to get Lizzie to let go. "Mom would kill me if she found out I made you late."
"Oh, crap." Lizzie's eyes widened as she pulled out a schedule, looking it over. "Where's, uh, Mr. Teagan's English class?"
"Down this hall, to your left, and it's on the right side of the next hallway. There's a picture of a cat on the door, you can't miss it." Blue instructed, already starting off down the hall with a wave. "I gotta get to class myself, but text me if you need anything."
The seats in Mrs. Miller's Music Theory class were filling up quickly. Diego didn't recognize any of his good friends in the class so far, so he took an empty table a little closer to the back. He didn't mind sitting by himself for the time being, and he would probably end up talking to whoever sat next to him anyways.
Blue slipped into the Music Theory classroom, stifling a groan at how many people were already inside. There was only a small handful of seats left now, so she grabbed one as close to the back as she could, next to Diego Herrin. She pulled her phone out of her pocket instead of looking at him, shooting Amara a text.
((That was the vague idea I had, yeah!))
Blue looked up from her phone, quirking an eyebrow. Her car was a piece of crap. "That was mine, yeah. Been fixin' her up since I got back." She even sounded different, speaking with an accent.
"New York." Blue said, narrowing her eyes just slightly. Why was he being so friendly? "I was stayin' with my aunt."
"City." Blue said, looking back down at her phone as Amara texted her back, complete with a selfie. Why was a selfie necessary?
I loved it. Was Blue's unspoken answer as she looked to the teacher, slouching back in her chair.
"Welcome back, seniors." Mrs. Miller said, smiling brightly at the students. Her gaze swept the classroom, taking in old and new faces alike.
Mrs. Miller gave the introduction to the class and passed out the syllabus. She then launched into an introduction about the class that lasted most of the period. Diego learned they would be looking at Western music history, then learning basic music reading, then intermediate music reading. The class sounded fairly interesting, but Diego didn't expect it to be his favorite class of the semester.
Blue tapped her fingers rhythmically on her desk as she listened to Mrs. Miller. While studying music history might be decently interesting, she already knew how to read music. She knew how to write music. Easy A, then.
Diego looked at the clock, noticing the class was almost over. The bell rang and everyone stood and started to pack their things. Diego looked down on the ground and noticed a piece of paper that was folded. He unfolded it, finding a numbered list of 27 things. "Hey Blue, is this yours?" he asked.
Blue, who had stood and was in the middle of stretching, looked down. "Fuck-yeah, yeah it is." She held out her hand for it, rubbing the back of her neck in slight embarrassment.
"It's-it's a list." Blue said unhelpfully, tucking it into her jacket pocket. "Of things I'm going to do before I graduate."
"No one but myself." Blue said, shrugging a shoulder. None of her family knew she was planning on any of these things, and she wasn't in any rush to tell them.