Nixie's POV:
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"Class dismissed!" My language teacher yelled, I was out of my seat before the rest of the class had even collected all of their stuff.
I half ran, half walked down the hall to my locker I literally threw my books into my bag, I had a small bag so I couldn't fit
them all in which meant I would have to carry them, and slammed my locker shut.
I took off running down the hall, side stepping to avoid ramming into people. I was in a hurry, in case
it wasn't obvious. I needed to hurry home because my friend Badder had gotten out of school early, how I don't know, since were in the same school but different years, she was a sophomore and I was a freshman, we knew each other from my AP History class-which she was failing. Once I was out the front doors of the school, I started running down the busy street of New York. It was a ten minute walk from the apartment I lived in to the school, so on estimate it was about a 6 minute run, because of the crowded streets. I didn't really pay attention to where I was going, I knew the way by heart, so I just let my feet carry me.
Which was a horrible idea. Just a block down the street from the apartment building I lived in, I collided with someone. I fell backwards and my books fell, letting loose all the papers I had stowed away in them. I looked up to see Terrence Lenete, a new kid, cute, tall with hair as black as a nightmare and eyes as green as jade. He was in my science class. I often overheard some girls talking about him, saying he was a mysterious cute boy of mysterious mystery. He smiled and started to collect the books and papers I had dropped. "S-s-s-s-sorry," I stuttered. He smiled and handed me my books and the papers he was able to save from blowing away, "No problem, Nixie." He winked at me and continued on his way down the street the way I had came. I felt my cheeks get hot.
I ran the finale block home and raced up the stairs to the 4th landing of the building. I stopped to catch my breath outside the door. I dug around in one of my bags many pockets and pulled out a key. I unlocked the door and ran past Badder, who was sitting on the couch with one of those stupid teen magazines in her lap, to my bedroom in the back. I dropped my bag on the floor right next to the doorway and threw myself onto my bed. I grabbed my pillow and buried my face into it as I waited for Badder to catch up with me. "What's wrong?" I heard her ask as she sat on the end of my bed. I turned my head so the pillow wasn't covering my mouth, "I am such a dork!" I yelled. "No you're not!" ,she said, "Wait, what happened this time?" I turned my face back into the pillow and screamed at the top of my lungs. I swear I heard Badder sigh. "So? What happened?" I sat up and told her about the run in with Terrence. "Ooooh! Is he cute?" She asked excitedly. I rolled my eyes, "I guess. Every girl in my class seems to think so. He's ok I guess."
"Did he say anything to you?"
"Just, "No problem, Nixie.""
"Ooooooooh! He called you Nixie!" she squealed. I rolled my eyes again but I couldn't help but smile. Just then her phone rang, "Oh! Hey Nico." She said into her phone, she paused for a long time listening to what he was saying.
"Yeah sure I'll try to figure it out for you." ,Another short pause, "Yeah well I'm kinda with her right now so I'm gonna go bye." She hung up. "What was that about?" I asked her. "Oh nothing. Just Nico being Nico, you know."
"Uh sure?" I said confused beyond belief. Nico di Angelo, the son of Hades from my summer camp, for half mortal half Greek god children like me and Badder. He was a year older than me and he had always acted
weird around me ever since the first summer we met. At first we were at ends, constantly fighting until finally we saw eye to eye. Ever since then we've been good friends. I don't see him that often
because we're in different grades and all but he sure talked to Badder a lot. "Okay so you have to help me with this history report!" Badder said interrupting my thought. "Okay lets see what I can do," I said.