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Sissi. A Curious Shiver
Loud whoops and yells erupted once word had gotten out. There was to be a dance. A sly smile appeared on Sissi's lips, as she got up, discarding her barely eaten lunch, her cronies one of light hair and the other, of darker hair followed her.
She was going to ask Ulrich. Unlike most of the girls, or maybe she could even say all of the girls, she'd go and just ask while the others wait, unless it was Sadie Hawkins' or something. When she finds Ulrich… he'd probably say-
'No.' She heard the voice of the one she adored within her mind, just as loud as the intercom, and she bit her bottom lip in frustration. Ulrich-dear, in spite of himself actually had trouble saying no, even to Sissi. The girl herself had observed this herself, and this brought to her a spark of hope. Or she could always be there to pick up his lonely broken pieces had William asked the dark Japanese beauty already.
She felt a tap on her shoulder, and she turned around, with a huff. Nicolas was zoning out, just staring blankly, like usual, and Herve was looking at her curiously, his finger still stationed on her shoulder.
"Sissi I-"
"No." The girl replied, flicking his finger off, and began to walk off coldly. Herve was probably going to ask her. She didn't even want to give him a small chance or hope of going with her. He just wasn't attractive at all to her, skinny, geeky-but not even cute. Even Nicolas wasn't that bad looking, and she mentally kicked herself for thinking that.
Herve definitely was just… not there. The last guy she'd ever date. A guy she wouldn't think of dating and there was no other guy like that. She turned to the side, and saw a certain blonde guy, laughing so hard, obviously at his own jokes, that fluid and chunks of whatever food he may have been chewing on was squirting out his nose. Ew. She thought immediately. Well maybe Herve had a little competition with that… Odd Della Robbia.
Odd: proper noun; a scrawny, big headed clown. Out of the whole gang, he seemed to be the one endlessly picking on Sissi. He out of everyone is most amused, and what made her angrier was the fact that he was closest to Ulrich. Not in terms of being his very best friend, but roommate.
She stopped for a moment, still starring at the boy, but at the same time, starring somewhere beyond. In reality, she wasn't even within reality, just in an imaginary world, in a thought, an imaginary place that would depict what would happen were she to take Odd to the dance. Her face twisted in disgust, and she shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. Yet she could not place a finger on why it was so elating.
A/N: Cause it's just so fun writing about Sissi and I don't know why. Well That was kinda fun… and pretty pointless. Kinda Sissi/Odd-ish..