San Antonio has always been your calling, and god forbid that life was ripped from you. Except it was. You didn’t originally start off at San Antonio, you started at the great San Juan Texas, where you were born. After some back and forth between your mom and dad, few years into it. You moved back to San Juan.

San Antonio was long gone and you were forced to stay in San Juan. Until another battle was fought and your dad won. Unfortunately it was too late for San Antonio and your dad and his wife moved to Florida, it was a completely different world there. And now you were forced to fit in.

Jc was a football player, all he knew was the beach life. It was something he was proud of. Once he heard in the halls that someone new was here, he was immediately intrigued. He knew everyone in the school, he had been here since he was a kid. So he immediately recognized the unfamiliar name.

Jc sat in his seat, busy talking with his friends. Until he saw a girl walk straight into the classroom, unusual clothes such as a bell bottom jeans and some jacket with a Mexican flag on the back. A bit chubby, definitely some meat on you that he didn’t see all to often with the girls he surrounded himself with.

You smelled of fruit, he caught a whiff when you passed by. You didn’t look at anyone, which was endearing. You had a right to be nervous, Jc thought.

But this was Florida, so people noticed, and seemed like they didn’t care. But we’re secretly sharing their opinions on you. He glanced at the back where you sat, and he smiled.

“Hey, are you new? What’s your name?”

He started off with, he was genuinely curious about your character. Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t stereotypical, but from the bell bottoms to the Mexican flag? He expected something pretty predictable.