Spanish: The Language of Love (open to all)

[Marco Ventura]

Marco Ventura was the Spanish guy.

It was kind of obvious in his looks, but he spoke it so flawlessly that many of the girls in East High's Spanish 401 came to him for help... and to stare longingly into his deep, soulful eyes. Marco loved the attention, and loved the fact that none of the guys in Spanish 401 could even compare.

And today was such a day. He was reading from Don Quiote, not messing up one single Spanish word. Despite the fact that half the class had no idea what he was saying, Marco could feel the aura of teens being impressed, a strong aura indeed. Marco closed the book, bowed to Mrs. LaGuisa, and sat down, deeply impressed with himself.

[Gabriella Montez]

(Awesome! I was supposed to open a same RP. )

Gabriella walked from the Science Lab to Spanish 401, rolling her eyes every two minutes. This was sort of unnecessary for her, having spoken Spanish with almost equal fluency with English ever since she had started speaking. But there was something about taking a class which she had a concrete grasp of, just like how she understood Math and Science with such delight. Besides, she was head of the East High Peer Tutoring Services, so it was nice to know what her classmates were learning in Spanish if ever she was assigned to tutor on said subject.

She sat down, listening to Marco reading an excerpt from Don Quixote, and giggled at the thought of girls surrounding him, mesmerized by his exquisite accent, and his expressive eyes when he spoke, a feature which she herself possessed as well. That was the beauty of being Hispanic. She shook her head at the silly thought, especially that she was most probably immune to his Spanish charm, being one herself.

She carefully listened to how Marco spoke, there was no denial, he certainly knew what he was talking about, or reading, rather. The passage which Marco was reading from was the one most familiar to Gabriella, where she had even memorized the part by heart. If any, Gabriella Montez was not an attention seeker, but had she been touched by this part, she had forgotten that there were her non-Spanish speaking classmates around her, and as if the silly classroom had turned into the quaint place of La Mancha. As Marco read every word familiar to her, he waited before he reached that very familiar quote of Quixote's, and suddenly recited along with him, lashing her eloquent tongue, as her sweet voice spoke with a very authentic and elegant accent, her eyes batting at every intonation, the words of Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra.

"En un lugar de la Mancha, de cuyo nombre no quiero acordarme, no ha mucho tiempo que vivía un hidalgo de los de lanza en astillero, adarga antigua, rocín flaco y galgo corredor."

Gabriella opened her eyes, turning red at how dramatic she turned during the past few minutes of Spanish class, waiting for her unsure classmates to avert their eyes from Marco to her.

[nicky]

Nicholas slowly made his way to the Spanish class, not because he was lazy to do so, it was because the map the principal gave him confused him. He sighed and continuedly checked the map every minute to make sure he wasn't going the wrong way. 'Why East High? Why did we have to move?' He silently complained in his head.

When Nick finally reached the class, he checked his watch to see how late he was but he wasn't, on the contrary, he was on time. He silently thanked God and walked into the class, everyone attention was on 2 people he hadn't met yet, a girl and a guy. Some girls were giggling and batting their eyelashes at the guy and some guys were flashing flirtacious looks at the girl. 'Look at them, just pathetic.'He thought while looking at their "fans".

Nick went up to the teacher, who was sitting infront of the whole class and was smiling proudly at both of her students. "La Sra. de buenos días LaGuisa, yo soy Nicholas. Transferí su efrom Inglaterra." He said to Mrs. LaGuisa. The teacher merely nodded to him and gestured him to find a seatwith her eyes still focused on her 2 students. He rolled his eyes and went to find a seat.

Nick finally found an unoccipiedseat near the window, his favourite place in the classroom. He smiled and let his sling bag fall to the ground. When his bag made contact with the floor, it made a loud thump. He didn't care who was looking at him, he just took out his black notebook with a fiery skull in the middle. He clicked his pen and started writing a song.

[Marco Ventura]

Marco looked up from the book curiously. Whose voice was that? It had matched his timbre and rhythm perfectly, while mincing none of the words. He watched heads turn to Miss Gabriella Montez, giggling girlfriend of Troy Bolton.

Marco was a bit shocked. He didn't know that Gabriella was smart. Every time he'd seen her, she'd been wrapped around Troy and making stupid comments about his shoes. It was an unusual feeling, being mentally put in your place. Marco gestured to Gabriella with a smile, ensuring the claps of her students. She deserved it, after all - she recited the words so beautifully.

Marco finished up and took his seat, right in front of the new transfer student from England (if he'd heard right in his reading reverie; either England or the UK). There was no need to talk to him. Marco was far better looking than he'd ever be.

For now, Marco kept his eyes on Gabriella, in the seat next to him. Intriguing as she was, Marco couldn't figure out WHY, if she was so smart, that she hung around Bolton and his basketball idiots. Why not Taylor McKessie?