Chapter 2
"Fish, are you ok?" Runt asked at lunch, putting down his bag of chips. Abby and Chicken Little stared at Fish who seemed to be far off in space, or farther off than usual. At the sound of his name, Fish snapped out of his daydream, and blubbed. Runt eyed him unsure of what to do while Abby and Chicken Little started munching on some cookies they snuck out of Runt's titanic lunch bag. Nodding, Fish put his head on top of his fins and just stared forward.
Sitting alone at a table, Aorta munched on some raw steak she brought glancing at everyone with their friends. Her tail and ears drooped a bit and her eyes no longer had that special sparkle in them Fish noticed when she first stepped into class. Abby noticed Fish's overly large eyes staring straight past them, and followed where he was looking. "Her..?" Abby asked, turning back. Fish mindlessly nodded slowly, the water inside his helmet sloshing around.
Runt snorted into his 6th pudding container and Chicken Little missed his mouth, accidently dropping some of his feed on the table. Abby gave Chicken Little a quick, hard elbow in the ribs as if to say, "Shut up!" She quickly glanced at Fish, hoping he didn't notice anything. However, he gave her, CL, and Runt a questioning look, but movement from the far table caught his attention.
After licking her claws clean of the steaks juices, Aorta lept up from the table and crumbled up her brown paper bag and threw it across the room where it landed right in the middle of the trashcan. Without realizing it, Fish clapped, blubbing in amazment, then quickly stopped, his golden-orange face now red. She turned and gave him a warm smile and walked out of the cafeteria.
Fish followed her out with his eyes then turned around, putting his head down on the table with a huge THUNK. Runt, Chicken Little and Abby couldn't help but giggle. 'Who cares.' Thought Fish. 'They can laugh all they want.. but she's mine..'
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Shoving his math and science books into his locker and slamming it shut, Fish began walking to gym class. He heard rumors from Abby and Runt it was dodgeball. 'No problem!' He thought. Halfway down the hall, a black and orange wolf was hitting her head off the locker, cursing quietly under her breath. His heart lept. It was Aorta!
He stayed behind her, quiet as he can possibly be. As she entered her combination again, Fish caught the locker number. Locker 13. This was a locker that can only be opened one way. Gathering up his courage, he walked over and placed a fin on her furry shoulder. She lept a bit, but turned. "Oh, Hello! Fish, isn't it..?" She asked uncertainly. Fish nodded, attempting not to blush at she remembered his name, though it wasn't very hard. "Buurrrbblll" He said pointed at the locker and then her books.
Unsure of what he ment, she stepped back and watched. Fish balled up his fin like a fist and aimed. He then swung with all his might, hitting the center of the locker. Immediently, it swung open, revealing a fresh, clean locker ready to be contaminated with junk and pictures and stuff. She picked her books up and chucked them in, slamming it shut. "Hey, thanks!" She said, her mouth breaking into a slight smile. "Say, you're kinda cool..!" Aorta said. "My next class is gym... Can you show me where it is..?"
Fish nearly cried out in joy, but constrained himself. He blubbed happily, and beckoned her to follow him. She nodded as they set off down the hall together towards the gym.