"Oh, hey Quinn!" exclaimed Katarina, as the two girls shared a quick hug. Quinn had been her childhood friend, and although she had a weird obsession with her pet bird, she was caring and accepting. Quinn was one of the few Demacian people whom was okay with Noxians.
"I heard Ez was sent to the headmistress," whispered Quinn. Another thing about her was that she was very good at finding information. That being said, she could also bring bad false information. It was up to the listener to decide.
"Guess it serves him right, being all stuck up like that…" mused Katarina. The two had already walked towards the food counter. Katarina groaned. The school, considered quite prestigious, would reasonably be pressured by the Demacian parents for priority for their kids, considering that most Demacians, due to favoritism, were put into positions of power. Hence, the school had three queues. One for Demacians only, with more counters, one for all races excluding Demacians and Noxians with reasonable amount of counters, and one for Noxians only, with only one counter.
Quinn giggled," It's alright, I'll help you get yours." And with a wink, she skipped off to the fast-moving queue. Katarina couldn't help but grin. Those were the benefits of having such a good friend.
"Hey, Noxian!" Katarina knew this was trouble. It was the sound of Jarvan, the Demacian politician's son. Somehow, even though Ezreal was extremely egotistical, Jarvan could be even more so, despite being incredibly dumb. Katarina turned around and nodded her head before carefully backing away, making sure not to make eye contact.
"Don't be a coward, stand and fight!" howled Jarvan. Katarina was going to be in for it… Suddenly, someone held on to Jarvan. It was that General's son, Garen. "Oh no…" thought Katarina. She blushed profusely, seeing him. Suddenly she couldn't focus on anything, except Garen. Snapping out of it, she whispered a quick thanks, hiding her face, before running off.
"You are kidding right?!" Ashe practically screamed at her sister. Sejuani sighed. She was always like that, being the eldest child and all. Riven was trying to make herself as small as possible, being cornered by Ashe.
"Let her go Ashe, it's of no use pursuing this matter," replied Sejuani matter-of-factly.
"She has WHITE HAIR as a NOXIAN. She is disgracing all of us!" hissed Ashe. It was assumed only Freljordians had light blonde to whitish hair. Sejuani subtly signaled for Riven to run. Riven shot her a thankful glance before running off. There was something dignified about her that most Noxians didn't have. Sejuani shrugged off the matter before bursting out laughing in Ashe's face. Staring at her sister for a moment, Ashe then quickly turned around finding out she had been tricked by her own sister.
"I HATE YOU!" Ashe screamed before sprinting off. Sejuani just hoped Riven found a good place to hide, before chasing her sister.
"Hey, mind getting me outta this hellhole, Cait?" said Ezreal, in his most persuasive voice. Caitlyn sighed. She had known Ezreal since they were kids, considering he was always the overconfident prodigy, while Ezreal knew her as she was always the most perfect, reasonably smart girl whom got to be prefect all the time and caught him just about as many days there were in the year. Ezreal was stuck in the toilet, being forced to do cleaning for his previous actions by the headmistress, Ms. Laurent. (Sorry! I really couldn't think of anything better!)Caitlyn offered her most sympathetic look before replying.
"You did get yourself into this trouble," said Caitlyn, voice tinted with a bit of humor.
"Damnit Cait, how come you never get into any trouble?!" moaned Ezreal as he scrubbed the floor with the sponge.
"I just keep my mouth shut and actually look at the teacher without answering his questions as if I'm on top of the world," replied Caitlyn, rolling her eyes. As if Ezreal didn't know how to behave. Ezreal sighed for the millionth time before asking Caitlyn if the work he had done was good enough. Caitlyn shook her head in disgust. She had spent too much of the day here anyways.
"Whatever." And with that, Ezreal dashed off laughing out his happiness at his freedom.
"Hey Blondie, want to catch a movie tonight?" Ezreal sniggered, as he approached a blonde girl, slightly shorter than him, who was sitting on a bench near the field of the school, making a little necklace. The girl sighed and replied a quick no, not even looking up. Ezreal was taken aback. No one refused his dates. No one. This was a first, and he tried again, thinking he could've heard wrong, to no avail. Ezreal pulled the girl's necklace out of her hand before looking into her face.
"GO AWAY!" screamed the girl. And with that, she grabbed the necklace she had been making and stormed off. Ezreal decided he would take that challenge, and make that girl his.