Boredom story
"Will?" A brown paw waved itself in front of my face, "Will!"
Jumping back, I fell over clumsily as I realized that Achi, one of my best friends, was trying to get my attention. I had been busy staring at him, which must have creeped him out a bit. His blue eyes laughed and I scowled, suppressing a smile. It was hard to be mad at Achi, he was the type of person you couldn't stay mad at for more than a few seconds.
"Yep?" I picked myself up and shook out my fur. Mrs. Rivers, our spanish teacher, glanced over at us for a moment when she realized I'd falled out of my seat, but returned to her work when she was sure I was okay. Achi hopped down, his paws landing silently on the stained carpet. I sat back against the wall and listened to the other girls in our group chat about boy trouble and cat-fights from earlier in the week. The only boy that tends to occupy my mind is Achi, much as I try to persuade the others that he's not the center of my thoughts. I'm not obsessed, I just... really like Achi is all. I'm sure you can relate.
He returns with a spanish-english dictionary clutched in his jaws. Checking what we're supposed to be translating, I instruct him to look up what "handcuffs" are in spanish. He sets to work while I tear my eyes back to the text.
"Hey, uh, Will?"
"Hmm?" I continue flipping through the text book and scribbling down answers on our paper.
"I'm not sure if you'd be upset or not if I told you something," he replies with a question, "Would you?"
I grin, chuckling under my breath, "How would I know if I would mind if I don't know what I'm to be minding?"
He shrugs, "I don't know, thats why I asked if you would mind."
"Well, why don't you just tell me?" Achi flushes red under his earthy pelt,
"Nevermind, I'll tell you later." Just like him, once he's got somone genuinely interested, he throws out the thought, leaving it to nag whoever he was talking to instead of him, "Handcuffs are "esposas" by the way." He dosn't know it, but that's what he does, his mind is always working too much to keep thoughts in there for long anyway. About two minutes before the bell for lunch would ring, we start packing up and he hands me the spanish-english dictionary,
"You remember when I said I didn't know how you'd react to something?" I nodded, how could I forget? It had been nagging me since he brought it up, "Well, there are three words, one is what you call yourself."
"I?"
"Yeah, but in spanish."
"Yo?"
"Yeah, but me."
"So tu?"
"No, I'm the one talking."
When he's finished being confusing I grin, "Alright, so the first word is "Yo", from your point of view."
"Right! Then the other two are bookmarked in the dictionary." I glance down at the book he put on my desk, "The first one is on the spanish side, the second is on the english side." Just then the bell rings.
"I'll meet you at lunch." I tell him, looking curiously at the dictionary before picking it up. He nods and hurries off to save me a seat next to Viola, one of our best friends from band. We three always sit together, best of friends, we are. I sit down and, though Mrs. Rivers dosn't seem to mind my staying late, I'm still in a bit of a hurry. I open the dictionary to the spanish side and flip through untill I see a bookmarked page. Underlined near the middle is the word "amo". My heart beats a little faster, fluttering like a caged bird. "Yo amo" means "I love", does it not?
I flip towards the english, checking through the "y"s, just in case. When I find nothing there, I'm not very let down, it was just hopeful wishing that it would say "you". I flip forward through the alphabet and when I get to the "W"s I notice a bookmarked page. I turn to it, my heart speeding up again. Simultaneously, it plumets to rock bottom, stopping for a second as my breath catches in my throat. I had turned to the miniscule page containing all of the words beginning with "V", and my eyes are drawn to the underlined word near the bottom. The message he was so concerned about-
"Yo amo Viola."