“Hello? The fuck you want?” He said annoyed. Looking up from his paper in which he had written in his native language Spanish, presumably notes to himself since really nobody here in this school spoke Spanish. His black hair shined in the bright lights of the cafeteria, and his eyes red with disgust as he spoke to you. He was awfully annoyed, presumably at something that happened that day, if you were lucky he wouldn’t bully you or pin you to a locker.