Through the point of view of Beatrix
The next day is a breeze.
My classes are quicker and my schedule at this point is much easier to understand, making it less difficult for me to navigate the school.
Anthony sends me a text that he won't be able to have lunch with me because of practice, and I let him know with a short text that it's alright.
I end up eating lunch alone in my dorm. Though it's quiet and peaceful like I'd always enjoyed, I am bit sad that I don't have Anthony here.
When the bell rings, I drop my tray off at the cafeteria and go to my next class.
In sculpture, I continue working on my mug and begin making the handle for the cup. After thirty more minutes, it's done, and I attach it to the mug carefully so it doesn't fall off
My hands are cautious and gentle as I blend the score the handle and the cup and fuse them together.
It's hard, but I manage do it.
The bell rings, dismissing us and I put away my tools before heading to my final class.
When I get there, I see Anthony sitting down at our desk. I smile as I approach him and sit down in my seat.
"Hey Anthony," I speak to him, pulling out my pencil and notebook.
He turns to me with a small smile and says hello.
"Are you nervous? I mean .. about the test results?" He asks, but I shake my head feeling my confidence rising.
"Actually no, I feel really confident. So confident in fact, I think you should make pizza for dinner. When you lose the bet .. that is." The teasing words come out of my mouth easily, and I watch as Anthony breaks out into an amused expression.
"You're funny, really. But we both know I'm not losing today, sweetheart." His voice is smooth, but still has a teasing edge to it that makes me laugh and roll my eyes at him.
"Sure, Anthony. Sure." I say as the teacher walks into the room. The bell rings and a couple more students walk in before class begins.
"Alright, listen up! I will be handing back your test results now." Mr. Grimm holds up the stack of our tests and walks around the room handing people's tests back.
"It would not kill a lot of you to study more. If I'm remembering correctly only two students in this class received perfect marks. Do better guys." He reprimands the class sternly as he comes to our table.
Mr. Grimm hands us our tests back and I take mine immediately.
I read it and see what my score is.
"Oh my god! Anthony I got a perfect score," I say looking at the 100 circle at the top of my paper.
I'm excited as I turn my paper for him to see.
Anthony shows me his paper at the same time, and I see that he also received a perfect score on the test as well.
A bright red 100 is circled at the top of the paper like mine and it makes me feel oddly proud, even though I'm sure Anthony's Spanish was way better than mine.
"I did too! Holy shit." He laughs, surprised.
I hold out my fist for him to pound and he does it gently before we turning back to the front of the class, as the teacher resumes the lesson.
He begins to talk about what will be on the next test for the people who failed the test, and what our next module will be about.
Out the corner of the corner of my eye, I see Anthony pull out his phone and text something to someone.
Before he looks back up, I turn my head back to the teacher.
Bzzt!
My phone buzzes with a message.
I'm confused as I check it, briefly looking over at Anthony. He gives me no reaction as he pays attention the class.
I check the message slowly.
ANTHONY: Meet me in the hall after class? :)
Unintentionally, I reach for the necklace around my neck and fiddle with it while replying to the message.
I send it quickly and turn my phone back off, trying to fight the smile threatening to pull at my lips.
The rest of class goes smoothly, and we end up getting dismissed early because our professor has a meeting.
He reminds us to study more and dismisses us, mumbling the words; "get the hell out" under his breath.
I pay him no mind as I get up and collect my things before leaving the classroom. Leaning against a nearby locker, I watch as all of the students file out of the class and into the hallway.
Anthony comes out, and our eyes find each others immediately.
He shortly joins me after moving through a crowd building and I smile to myself, enjoying his little struggle to get to me.
"Jesus, I hate these crowds." He complains, and we wait a minute for the crowd to disperse before walking down the hallway.
"Tell me about it. Imagine being 5'5 and trying to get through." I say and am earned with a laugh right after the joke.
He looks nice today .. his hair especially.
His dark hair falls down in wet curls and has a sort of wet look to it, despite the school day being practically over.
Honestly, I don't think I've ever like any other hairstyle more on him.
Today he's wearing a simple gray t-shirt and a pair of black cargo pants. It looks effortless yet, I still find myself liking the outfit.
"Damn you're short," Anthony laughed, making me roll my eyes.
"No I'm not, everyone else is just really tall.." I counter as we arrive at my dorm room. We both stop as start to get my keys out.
"And what are we having for dinner?" He asks, making me halt my movements.
I look at him with a serious expression and it takes everything in me not to laugh.
The minute our eyes connect we both break out into laughter so loud, people head's turn in our direction.
"Oh my god, you are so embarrassing.. come in," I say, opening the door and pulling him out of the hallway.
Anthony's still laughing when I close the door, and I watch as he, still laughing falls back on to my couch.
He quiets down by the time I'm taking my back pack off, but I still hear faint little laughter coming from his direction.
"So, what are we having for dinner?" I ask, resting on my elbows as I look over at Anthony. He shrugs as he takes his back pack off, I take it from his gently and place it down next to mine.
"Should we just order out? Pizza? Chinese? Indian?" I give him a couple options and wait for a reply.
"Chinese sounds good," He says, and we each go over what we want before Anthony calls a restaurant near the school.
"Yes, thank you. Bye." He says, before hanging up and turning to me.
"Alright, foods going to be here in 20, so I'm going to pack some things and come over in 5," Anthony explains and I tell him I've got it.
"Don't yell down the hallway this time!" I hiss, as he picks up his back pack.
Anthony says nothing, only turning to me as he smiling like he's the damn Cheshire cat, before he exits into the hallway silently.