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Flaca usually spent lunch in the library anyway, so it wasn't strange for her to find the place even more deserted than usual. She greeted the librarian, Miss Maxwell and went to sit by the table nearest to the entrance so Maritza could spot her easily.
"I just can't believe out of everyone in class I got stuck with Morticia. And what's worse, now we gotta work during lunch. Like what the hell?", Maritza complained to Maria and Daya, who still thought the whole ordeal was hilarious.
" Look, just do what you gotta do and don't pay any attention to that kid", Maria said and stopped by the cafeteria. "We'll see you later".
Maritza walked on and soon reached the library where she saw Flaca sitting by table, earphones in. She sat down opposite the tall girl and tapped on the table to grab her attention. Flaca looked up and directly into Maritza's eyes. The shorter girl was paralyzed by the gaze, maybe because she had never locked eyes with Flaca before. They gaze at each other for what feels like minutes, but in reality was just half a second, maybe a full one. Flaca casted her eyes downward, breaking the lock.
"I read through the questions and they seem pretty easy", the girl dressed in all black said and took out her notebook.
"Right, we have to set up a hypothesis and conduct the research, do the experiment and provide results".
Flaca was shocked at Maritza's grasp of the work. She was always under the impression that the other girl was too self absorbed to actually pay attention in class.
" What? Didn't think I could read?", Maritza suddenly asked and Flaca gathered that she must have had a certain expression on her face.
"No, I just...", she starts but Maritza interrupts her.
"Anyway, I'm thinking we do something more relating to botany rather than anatomy. Like, can flowers grew without direct sunlight?".
Flaca had to concede that it was a good idea. She nods in approval.
"If we're gonna work together you gotta be more vocal", the shorter girl said.
"I know", Flaca said. "So I'll buy some seeds, give half of them to you and you grow them with direct sunlight and grow mine out of direct sunlight".
Maritza gave an approving nod.
"I know it's lunch now, so you can leave if you wanna", Flaca suggested and was busy putting her earphones back in her ears
Maritza raised an eyebrow, but collected her bag from the floor. " Cool, we can discuss this further in class tomorrow".
"Actually, we don't have another Biology class until Wednesday", Flaca reminded the other girl.
"Damn. I guess we can meet again during tomorrow's lunch break", Maritza reluctantly suggested.
Flaca could tell she wasn't too keen in spending another lunch break in the library. "Are you sure?", she asked.
"Not like I got a choice", Maritza said and pushed the chair back to the table. "I'll see you around, I guess", she said and made her way out of the library.
Flaca was about to listen to music when she noticed Maritza's phone still laying on the table. She signed and took the device.
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English was Flaca's favorite class. She liked reading, poetry especially. The taller girl made her way to her seat, which as per usual, was at the back of the classroom. She was just about to sit down when she felt a hand tapping on her shoulder. She turned around and stood opposite an annoyed looking Maritza.
"D'you have my phone?", the petite girl asked.
"Uh… I do. You for-"
"Can I please have it back?", she asked a little too loudly. The rest of the class now focused their attention on the pair.
Flaca reached in her hoodie's pocket and retrieved the phone. "I was gonna give it back", she said softly.
Maritza's face softened slightly, but she was still annoyed. She grabbed the phone from Flaca's hand and their fingers accidentally brushed against the other's. Maritza could hear her heartbeat increase slightly.
"Ramos! Back to your seat please", Miss Bell ordered. Maritza walked off, leaving Flaca puzzled. The taller girl sat down, but for the rest of the period she couldn't focus on anything. Whenever she tried to think about the work, her mind floated back to how she felt when Maritza's fingers touched hers.