Love, Lust, and Desert Dust

"Dakota!! Get up!! You're gonna make all three of us late on the first day of Junior year!" I groggily open my eyes and sit up. I look around my large bedroom and see my two best friends sitting on the love seat in front of the tv. Yes, I know, it's not normal to have living room furniture in your bedroom. I'm filthy rich, so I got bedroom furniture. "Ugh. You know the teachers won't care if we're late. Our parents pay for everything that school has." I stretch my arms up and then stand and stretch my back and legs. I have to stretch or I feel tense all day. I'm 6'2", so I don't know what else is expected of me. If you were this tall, you'd stretch too. Anyways, I grab some clothes and shoes and head out the door. I get in my black 2021 Land Rover Range Rover and I drive to school with my friends following closely behind me. Yes, I felt the need to flex the make and model of my car. I arrive at school and when I step out of my car, I see girls AND guys stop and stare my way. As if they haven't seen a gorgeous, tall, Navajo, God, like me. Oh wait, I'm pretty sure they haven't. I look around at the spectators and notice one girl is just looking at her schedule or something. My friends, Logan and Lucas (they're twins), join me and we walk straight into the school. The "new girl" accidentally bumps into me, causing me to drop my cellphone. "Hey, watch it! You could've broke my phone! You should be happy that it didn't break." I pick up my phone and inspect it for broken pieces. "I'm sorry, I'm just kinda lost." "And, I'm just kinda trying to go to class." I say in a mocking tone. I have no idea why I'm such an ass. "Hey, you don't have to be rude! I was apologizing!" Before I could get a word out, the school slut steps in front of "new girl". "He didn't mean it, he's just lost, I'll help him find his class." "Why don't you keep your slut brigade in line, Jacqueline?" With that, we walk off and go to our classes. I feel like we put off mean girl vibes, or at least I do. The new girl shows up to my first class, late. "This our new student everyone!" Ms. Cox says through gritted teeth. I guess she's already on her bad side. That earns her a unanimous "hi". "Tell everyone your name..." Again, gritted teeth. "Hey, everyone, I'm Rosetta. You can call me Rosey or Rose for short." A few kids laugh and others smile at her with adoration. I mean, sure, she's a Latina with long dark and curly hair, she's adorably short, about 5'2", she has curves for days, and she could rock the oversized t-shirt look, but she's no Meghan Fox. "So...are you from Mexico or Spain or are you Tex Mex?" I whisper to her when she sits down in the desk across from mine. She ignores me and just listens to Ms. Cox go over the syllabus. "I'm talking to you." "My heritage has nothing to do with you. Besides, how can you be so ignorant and offense when you're clearly a minority too." I lean back in my seat in a state of shock. "What, is that the first time anyone's stood up to you?" I don't respond, I just stare at her. *scoffs* "Well, get used to it, Asshat." I just look back towards the front of the classroom until the bell rings. My second class goes by so slowly. I sit there listening to my monotone teacher drone on and on about the syllabus. When the bell finally rings, I walk as swiftly as possible to the cafeteria. I see Logan and Lucas sitting at the table we always sit at. I have some girl get my tray for me and I sit down. I hear a small sound of disgust from a girl walking by and realize it's Rosetta. I watch as she finds a seat at an almost empty table across from my table. I watch her eat and every time she bites into her food, I feel an overwhelming sense of desire. Just watching her lips and teeth makes me wish she'd bite me as well. I might be attracted to the only person that can render me speechless. "Hey, man, what're you lookin' at?" Lucas says around a mouthful of found. "Shut up. Don't talk with your mouth full." Logan says as he slaps Lucas' arm. I see Logan point to Rosetta from the corner of my eye. "He's watching her." "Oh! She's sexy!" Lucas says nonchalantly. Rosetta gets up and walks over to me. She stands square in front of me and puts her hands on her hips. "I see what kind of guy you are. You'll pick on the new kid, comment on her ethnicity, stare at her for almost 15 minutes, and then let your friend sexualize her? You could've been nice to begin with and I wouldn't be so mad." She leans in close to my face. "I'm Mexican. My family immigrated here, legally, from Mexico when I was 6. My name is pronounced, Roh-zee-tah. Don't ever say it wrong or you'll wish you hadn't. Next time, take a damn picture. And, I know I'm sexy, but you don't need to point it out. I'm sexy for myself not for you." She turns to walk away with a flip of her hair and then stops and looks over her shoulder. "Oh! Also, I'm not a slut and no matter how you feel about a certain person you shouldn't slut-shame them and call their friends "the slut brigade". " She continues walking back to her table. I just stared at her speechless the entire time she was talking. I watch her walk back and can't tear my eyes from the dark curls that gently brush against the small of her back. They stop right above her perfect ass. The bell rings and I move like a zombie to my next couple of classes. Rosetta has at least 3 classes with me. Well, we have block scheduling, so, we do certain classes on certain days. On Mon Wed and Fri we have the same classes and then Tues and Thurs are the other classes.