oh em gee she's so kawaii (speaking about myself) when she tries to write humor.
Pokemon isn't mineeeeeeeeeeeee.
White was dragging along her things much like a bulldozer, dreading every second she would have to spend in math class.
But not because she hated the subject, oh no. In fact, White was pouring every ounce of herself into becoming a show business manager, so math came easily.
It was him.
The boy with the brown hair, the boy with the lanky build, the boy with the boring brown eyes and asshole grin.
Black.
He was completely obnoxious, and seemed to try to be good at everything, and no matter how hard he failed, he was completely determined to pass every class faster than Cheren.
Now that was a bet worth participating in. You'd have to be stupid if you bet on Black, though.
Then again, Bianca bet on him… But Cheren wanted it the other way around, which only made White smirk. She would have to get them together soon, huh?
Sighing, she dragged all her heavy boring text books and proceeded down the hallway to math class, hoping not to be stopped by Black.
.
.
Just as the bell ring, White came rushing in to take a seat, which rewarded her from a stern look from their strict math teacher.
She heard Black snicker, and felt a vein pop in her body somewhere. She whisked around and gave him one, very sharp glare from her seat, and he flinched back into his seat.
White turned back around, smiling as she got out paper to take notes that were now on the board.
"Pst! Hey, White!"
Oh, she knew who it was, but she wasn't answering.
"White!"
…
"White!"
No way.
"White~! White~! Look back here, Whitey~!"
With another sharp glare, she turned around, "WHAT?!" she said, in the loudest whisper she could manage.
"Can I borrow a pencil?"
She glared harder, pulled out a pencil, and instead of having someone pass it to him like a normal person, she threw it at him.
He caught it perfectly, of course.
White was interrupted at least twenty-five more times that math class, each because the pencil broke or Black was just being annoying.
White was going to blow up if he said her name one more time. She was going to -
The bell rung. Praise the Lord!
She got up quickly and tried to run out, but Black grabbed her arm and pulled her around to face him.
Her face heated up instantly when he touched her.
"What do you want, Black?! I can't be late for another class!"
But Black said nothing, and instead kissed her, right on the lips, leaving White completely red and wanting to kiss him again.
When he pulled away, she went to say something but -
He ran off, though, shouting "CHEREN! YOU OWE ME TEN BUCKS!"
Bianca giggled at White, who had turned to watch him run down the hallway.
White sighed and headed off to English class.