It was normal. It was normal for Rex to call him when an EVO attacked a city. After all, Noah was his best friend, and his partner in crime. But this time, it felt different. He didn't know why it felt different, it just did.
"Noah," Rex addressing him made him turn his head, "Help the rest get to safety." Noah nodded, "On it." Rushing to wear most of the civilians were, he began to yell over the panic. "Excuse me, everyone!" he tried to yell, but they all focused on the humongous squid EVO behind him. When it screeched, he became worried himself.
"Have no fear, the hero is here!" leave it to Rex to say something corny.
"Okay, please, if you all would just you will all just move out of the streets and sidewalks!" he began instructing them out of harms way, most listened, and the rest just followed the herd. Noah looked back to Rex, seeing him fight the EVO. He wondered if it was able to be cured.
Noah put his attention back to leading the crowd to safety. In the midst of the panic, he could see a girl fall down. He rushed to help her up, "Are you okay?" she nodded, "Get with the others, be careful." Her only response was to do as he said. That was the strangest part, he's seen her before. He knew it, but he didn't know where.
Eventually Rex had healed the EVO. The EVO turned out to be just a regular octopus that was going to be used for cooking. It looked hilarious stuck to Rex's face as he tried to pull it off in frustration.
The next day when he was in the hall, Noah didn't expect to see the girl he helped up there. He guessed that's why she seemed similar to him, he probably had a couple of classes with her. Wondering if she was okay after the pass days events, Noah decided with himself to approach her.
She was shorter then him, her ankle boots probably making her taller. She had dark, wavy hair tied back in a ponytail with a red bend that matched the red clip in her hair. She had makeup on, red lipstick and that wing eyeliner that girls do. She was pretty, with lightly tanned skin but probably even more without it. She wore a tan sweatshirt with what looked like to be yorkshire terriers on it and a floral skirt with dark tights underneath.
The person next to her tapped her on the shoulder, and pointed in Noah's direction. The girl looked over and smiled, and he wondered if she recognised him. Probably not, she appeared to be in a panic at the time. After all, who wouldn't.
Noah was first to speak.
"I'm not sure if you remember me, but I was the guy who helped you up when you fell yesterday," who he could guess was her friend giggled, "And I wanted to know if you were okay."
The girl nodded, looking up at him. "I'm fine, thanks for helping me there. My name's Emma by the way," she stuck out her hand for him to shake. "My name's Noah," he shook her hand, Emma looked at him, as if analyzing him.
"Do I have in you my history and wood shop?" she cocked her head to the side. "I think so, why?" Noah thought for a moment whether she was or not. Emma grinned at him, "Great, we could walk together then to History."
"Walk together?"
"I do want to get to know my knight in shining armour," she rolled her eyes, grinning.
"Well, it's more like t-shirt and jeans." Noah grinned sheepishly, shrugging and Emma laughed, linking her arm in his.
It turned out that Emma knew a lot more than he had expected about history. She wasn't show offy about it, but when she and the teacher got into a discussion about slavery and abolitionism, he had to say she was something else.
Eventually the teacher had told her to quiet down, and she sunk in her chair. Noah hadn't realised it before, but he had seen this scene many times before. Every week or two Emma will challenge the teacher, he just didn't know her name.
The rest of the class was quiet, other than the students answering and asking questions. And the persons next to him loud writing, their pencil seemed to punch the desk that their paper laid on.
After class, Noah approached Emma again, "So I now know the name of the girl who challenges the teacher during history." She nodded in agreement, "Now you know, and knowings half the battle."
"G.I. Joe?"
"All-American heroes."
Noah laughed a bit, "That's a bit geeky." Emma shrugged, "My parents say it all the time, they're the catchphrase type."
"They sound interesting."
"They are."
The two then walked in silence, the school day was ending soon, but luckily enough both their next classes were on the same path. Her class was two classes away from his, coming before his as well. When she stopped in front of it, shifting the items in her arm, she put her hand out, "Give me your hand.
He did.
Noah watched as she took out a pen and wrote a number down in a scribble. "Let me guess, your number?" he asked. "No, my moms," the sarcasm dripped off her voice, "Yes, it's mines. I'll like it if you'll call me, but its fine if you don't. You seem like a cool person so..." she shrugged, her sentence trailing off.
"I'll call you then."
And she grinned at him one more time, "Great." And then she went inside her class.
