Through the point of view of Beatrix
He's beautiful, and though it seems off to call a guy that, he is .. beautiful.
He's got dark hair that falls down right at his shoulders in a mess of curls. With the way it shines and bounces, his hair is probably more well taken care if than my own.
My eyes shamelessly travel down to examine his features, and the first thing I notice is his skin. It's a pretty tan shade, and makes his dark hair only further accentuate the shape of his face.
I watch as his pink lips turn up into a small, yet genuine looking smile. The guy's brown eyes crinkle as he does and it's only then that he does, do I realize how pretty his eyelashes are.
He stares at me expectantly, and I'm brought back to reality when I remember that he just said something to me.
"Oh, uh.. hello." I say, slowly, before turning my head back to my desk.
He says nothing at first and I watch out of the corner of my eye as he goes into his backpack. I straighten my posture when he turns back, placing a notebook on the desk.
"Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you before." The guy asks me, and I clear my throat nervously.
"Yes, I'm new. Today is my first day here." I say back to him, earning me a small nod of acknowledgement in return.
The guy rips a piece of paper from his notebook and places it directly in between me and him.
I look over at him and see him outstretch a hand towards me.
"I'm Anthony." He, or rather Anthony tells me.
I take his hand and am greeted with a firm yet gentle grip holding my hand in return.
"Beatrix." I say back, hoping that my tone is as friendly as possible.
"I guess we're partners.." There isn't a hint or disappointment in his voice, only what I discern to be clear sincerity.
"I guess .. we are." I say, my smile small .. but visible as I say the words.
We shake before our hands separate, mine going into my lap and his going onto the desk to grab a nearby pencil.
"Are you proficient in Spanish? Like, can you speak it?" Anthony's question has me turning to him once again and I nod my head.
"Yes, I can speak Spanish. I studied it since I was a kid." I admit, Anthony's eyebrows rise up in surprise at my answer. He seems unconvinced at first but slides the empty sheet to me.
"Prove it." He tells me, and I slightly roll my eyes at his challenge.
"How exactly am I supposed to prove this to you, Anthony?" I ask, turning to look at Anthony with a clear display of annoyance on my face.
Anthony asks me what my name is in spanish, his accent string, and smile widening like the cheshire cat.
I give him a fake smile, leaning in as I pluck his pencil from his hand, my smile fading as I write down his question in Spanish.
"You have to answer in Spanish." He reminds me and I turn, narrowing my eyes at him.
I tell him in spanish what my name is before going back to writing down my response in Spanish.
He beams as he asks me another question, this time how I am today, and for some reason it really annoys me.
Anthony annoys me.
I answer with false niceness, writing down his question and a nicer response than the one I vocally give him.
Anthony laughs and I look at him .. clearly annoyed now.
"What?" I snap, my face unable to mask my annoyance at this point.
"No, it's just .. you speak Spanish really well. Your .. pronunciation is really precise, for a non-native speaker." Anthony's compliment has my annoyance melting away slowly.
I clear my throat and shift in my seat, staring down at the paper and pencil in my hands.
"Thank you. Everyone always says the same thing when they hear me speak Spanish, I can always tell when they're lying or trying to make me feel flattered. Except for the last part. So, thank you." I glance over at him for less than a second, but I can see the hint of a faint smile on his lips.
"You're welcome .. now my turn." Anthony takes the pencil from my hands and slides the paper over to his side of the desk.
He writes down something else on the paper before sliding it back to me.
"We're done. Sign your name at the top, full name or Mr. Grimm won't give you credit." He advises before handing me the pencil.
I slowly sign my full name at the top of the paper and look up at the clock.
We had over 20 minutes to spare until class ended, so maybe I'd be going back to my dorm a little earlier .. which was more than fine with me.
After experiencing my first day of college I was absolutely and utterly exhausted.
"So, I was thinking," Anthony's voice brings me back to the present moment, and I look over at him curiously.
"There's this pop quiz coming up that Professor Grimm throws on the first week back. Did you maybe want to study together?" The question left me quite surprised, and I stay silent for a full minute.
"We could go to my dorm and then we could-" My eyes narrow as I realize where this is going. My face betrays me, and my lips fold down into a frown in pure disgust at what he was suggesting.
"And then we could what?" I ask icily my disgusting evident on my face and in voice now.
Anthony's eyes widen and I scooch my chair as far away from him as possible.
"No.. that's not what I meant. I-" He fumbles with his words as I begin to start packing up my things into the backpack.
Before he can say anymore and I stand up, angrily snatching the worksheet off of the desk.
"I'm sorry Anthony, but it takes more than the offer of a fake study date from a cute guy to get me to do that." I snap at him, the words a harsh yet visible indication of my frustration and disappointment.
I slam the worksheet down on the desk of my teacher, making the older man straighten up in his seat before leaving the class feeling much more angry than usual.