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Catch Me: That's a Story for Another Time
You walk through the halls of the same old school noticing the same old people and ignore them, as usual. The walls of Madame Sicilia's Preparatory for the Arts, commonly called MSPA, filled with only the most talented or most wealthy students always seemed more like a prison than an actual school. As you look around, you notice the school's colors which consist an ungodly combination of olive-green and royal blue, which although atrocious on so many levels, appealed to you for some unknown reason.
And who are you? Well you are Equius, the sole successor to the Zahaak line. Once wealthy beyond imagination, your father created some of the greatest feats of machinery in existence today. However, your father's wealth did not get you here; he lost all of his wealth by draining his money into a failed attempt to create artificial life. In other words, you are an heir to nothing. So instead of riding your father's success to get into your school, you got accepted because of your outstanding ability to build machinery, particularly robots. Speaking of which, you realize your close proximity to the robot repair class, which you consistently received 100% in. However, before you can enter the classroom which you do not need to go into until twenty minutes from now, a body rushes into your back. The force of the incoming person knocks you down, and you barely stop yourself from falling face first with your heavily muscled arms. You pick yourself up and look at your assailant, who still manages to have all four limbs wrapped tightly around your midsection and legs. You look down to see a thin girl with radiant green eyes with short, close-cropped hair.
"Hello Nepeta," you rasp, "will you always continue to greet me as such?" Nepeta, whom you consider your best friend, swipes at her clothing. On her slender frame, a long green trench coat hangs loosely off her shoulders, left open, revealing the atrocious uniform of a blue skirt and green blouse. Of course, the girl also dons several accessories which she can wear due to the school code's rule of allowing any additions to the uniform as long as said items matched the school colors. As such, Nepeta also wears her usual blue leggings, blue arm warmers which just barely peek out from under her coat and a cute, quirky blue hat which greatly resembles a feline creature of some sort.
"Of course, Equius," Nepeta replies, smiling mischievously, "and I am purretty sure I won't stop doing this as well." Before you can prevent what you know Nepeta plans to do, you feel her lick your face. Quite uncomfortable with the strange, public gesture of affection, you begin blushing and sweating heavily. Expecting this, she pulls out a towel from her cat themed backpack and begins wiping your face.
"Nepeta," you groan exasperated, "you know I do not enjoy when your tongue touches my face; it is highly inappropriate." Naturally she just giggles, and starts pulling on your, leading you away from your class.
"Now, that is just mean," Nepeta responds, pouting, "Now you owe me. Follow me." She tugs harder on your arm, obviously not doing anything considering you weigh around one hundred pounds of muscle more and a stand whole foot taller. "Equius purrlease," Nepeta whines, "come on, we'll be back before your class I purromise." You sigh in defeat and give in to the small girl, who begins smirking smugly. The cat-fanatic guides you down the hall towards at the end of the hallway. As usual, she stops you in front of a familiar room and bends down in front of the classroom window, motioning for you to do the same despite of how suspicious this behavior may seem to any passerby. However, feeling far too drained to care, you just exhale irritated and follow the teen's lead. Peering into the room you view who Nepeta came to see; Karkat Vantas.
A short and grouchy computer student named Karkat Vantas became Nepeta's crush once she saw him for the first time. She always chatters about the boy and never seems to have him out of her mind. Time and time again Nepeta has stared at the red-brown eyed boy with black curls through this very window. You sigh and grab your best friend by the shoulders and look her directly in the eyes.
"Now, Nepeta," you say seriously, "why don't you ask him out?" You never understood her extreme shyness, especially considering she blatantly stalks the teen and everyone knows her "purreciously secret crush."
"I can't!" Nepeta exclaims nervously pulling at her sleeves, "I would just die if he said no!" You look at the poor girl with pity, but say nothing. Instead, you simply pick her off the ground, and walk her back towards here advanced art class. She goes with you willingly, holding tightly onto your arm. And although you often consider leaving her and sparing yourself the indignity of carrying the love-sick girl, you know her well enough to recognize that if she would never go to class if you didn't make her.
"You know, you would be so much happier if you just found out, right?" you mumble quietly, "that's all I really want for you. To be happy." She looks up at you, eyes lightly tearing up, and nods. Naturally, you expect this so you offer a tissue which you take from the single open pocket in your backpack, a bag which Nepeta hand-painted to depict a mechanical horse in front of a backdrop of gears. She smiles and accepts the tissue Looking around you see people staring at both of you, most likely wondering if you are together. You two always have people thinking that you two love each other and do not realize each others affection. And their guesses do not stray all that far from the truth. However, you ponder with a sad smile, that's a story for another time.
*Hey guys, so I realize that short first chapters are my thing, but my next chapters should be much, longer. I hope you like this story and please don't be shy reviewing. Thanks for reading. :]*