Brrring!
Drew walked- well, strolled (he was just too cool for plain walking) , out of his history class, heading to his car, to go out and buy some
lunch.
Though the corridors were loud and semi-crowded, he was at peace.
That was when, of course, murphy's law kicked in, and the bane of his existence came walking out of her class, chatting with some of
her acquaintances.
No, he didn't like May or anything; they were far from friends, actually.
He started walking faster, so she wouldn't notice him (he already pranked her once today, she hadn't gotten him back yet). Though, unfortunately,
she did see him. They made eye-contact; faces expressionless. One of the seniors knocked into his shoulder harshly, forcing him to fall on his knees.
She was suddenly in front of him, holding out her hand with a concerned look.
He blinked confusedly at it, before taking it and pulling himself up. He gave her a small crooked smile, uncertainly thinking, 'maybe we could be friends
someday. Just maybe...'
Then, as they both walked their separate ways, he tripped over her deliberately stuck out foot, barely landing on his palms, forehead resting against the
cool linoleum.
He glared at it with his deep moss-green eyes narrowed to slits, as she grinned maniacally and skipped away to the soccer field outside with an evil laugh.
He pushed himself up and got to his feet, with a deadpan face.
He snorted derisively, rolling his eyes, and continued walking as if nothing had happened.
Maybe. When hell froze over, that is.
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