Hi! This is another Prim/Rory story. This is a total AU and the characters might be a little OOC. Enjoy, and reviews are always appreciated. They make my day :)
Prim Everdeen
I step timidly into the hall, which, at 7:42 in the morning, is already bustling with kids, walking with their binders underneath their arms, laughing and talking to their friends. I bite my lip and take some small steps, adjusting the straps on my backpack.
When I get to my locker, I leave the lock hanging on the locker and fiddle with the dial, holding in my other hand a slip of paper with my locker combo on it. For the life of me, I can't remember it, it's just a little quirk of mine.
23. I slowly turn the dial, and twist it the other way twice before I land on 19. Then I whip it back around and land on 38. I pull the lock down, and it doesn't open. I sigh in frustration, and try again. It doesn't work, again.
I feel like screaming at it. Instead, I settle for groaning loudly.
"Need help?" A familiar voice asks.
I turn around and see a grinning face. "Rory!" I say, excited. I hug him quickly, and show him the piece of paper.
He laughs it off. "Prim, even I know your combination," He says. Oh. Yeah. Well, I do get his help with it a lot. He efficiently turns the knob and jerks it down a couple of times. He pulls the lock off and hands it to me.
I smile at him, thank him, and open the locker. I slip off my backpack and set it on the ground. I haul out the binder in it, which, while being moderately clean, is overflowing with papers in the front pouch. I lift it up and put the backpack in the locker.
With one swift movement, I flip over the lock, cram it into the locker, and shut the door with my hip.
Rory waits while I turn the binder right side up, and we walk to first period. For the most part, we're pretty quiet, but when we get to class it's hard to not talk.
We walk into Mrs. Levine's science classroom and place our binder on the tables. We sit across from each other at a table of four, the other two people are a boy named Nolan, who has deep, dark blue eyes and black hair, and another girl named Rue, who has thick curly black hair and hazel eyes.
"So," Rory says, shyly. "Do you like anyone?"
I look up, surprised, at his innocently curious face, and it takes one second before I burst out laughing. I laugh so loudly that some girls walking down the hallway pause and look at me, determining my level of insanity. Rory looks hurt and embarrassed, glancing away.
"What did I say?" He asks.
I calm down. "You didn't say anything wrong, it's just the way you said it, it made me laugh."
"Oh."
Rory sits down and fidgets with the corner of his binder, which is tearing. His dark hair hangs over his eyebrows. "I was just wondering," He mumbles.
"And I don't," I say. "To answer your question."
He looks up, and with intense gray eyes, says, "I do."
Sorry about the short chapter, I'll post more soon. :)