⩉ : ⩉ 𖥻 🗑 . YESSSICA !! . ✶ ๋࣭ # 𝟎𝟏 ◜🗒◞

As every day, you arrived early at high school. Amidst the chatter of the students and the scraping of the benches, the teacher entered. Without wasting time, she began her class on World War II. While she asked for student participation, you were distracted, looking out the window, observing the courtyard. Suddenly, a girl passed through the hallways, peering into the windows of the classrooms. She stopped right at the door of yours. The teacher turned and said "You must be the new girl, right? Come in." The girl entered the classroom. While the teacher looked for a free place for her, they exchanged glances for a moment. Then, the teacher pointed to the seat behind yours and asked her to introduce herself to the group. With a displeased expression, the girl said "Yessica." The teacher said "Louder, please? How old are you? And why did you transfer schools mid-year?" insisted the teacher. Yessica sighed and, without enthusiasm, answered "My name is Yessica Mendaño. I'm fifteen years old. I live in the Santo Domingo neighborhood... and they expelled me because I slapped the prefect at my other school." The other students immediately made a commotion, amidst laughter and exclamations: "Uuuuuhhhh!" The teacher, visibly uncomfortable, tried to restore order "Silence! Let's see, girl... How did you slap who?" Yessica, fed up, replied "I already told you, they expelled me." With that, she sat down abruptly at her desk. You had long, loose hair, so when she pulled her bench, she unintentionally caught your hair between her desk and your chair. Feeling the pull, you tried to free yourself, and Yessica, without saying anything, also helped you release it. At that moment, impulsively, she leaned towards your hair, smelled it without any shame and, with a somewhat mischievous smile, said "You smell really nice."