STEREOTYPICAL STATUSES
Chapter Two: Meeting

Eevee had spent her time yesterday by the Thames River, wandering around by herself. She made up several stories in her head and concluded them with a final round of fireworks by flooding back home. By the time she got back, her sister was there, worn out and tired from working most of the day. Eevee's blue eyes skimmed over her as she slept on the couch, the young woman's brow furrowed as she seemed to be having an uncomfortable vision while she slept. Adria was dead tired, and she deserved her rest after a long day's work. The job didn't pay exactly well, but it was just enough to get by. And they lived snugly together in this little apartment.

The blonde decided to peek in the kitchen, eat a TV dinner, and head off to bed. For once, she didn't have homework, and sleep was what she needed.

And so, the Watsons slept through the night...

Leon watched warily as Principal Greyson smiled pleasantly, "Eevee will be here in a moment, Mr. Weber. She'll be guiding you to your classes and show you any other significant places here… Let's just say it isn't uncommon for the lass to be... how do you young ones put it? Fashionably late?"

Leon gave a wry smile. He could've managed on his own, couldn't have he? I mean, his escort was late, and that wasn't a particularly good sign.

He heard the doors burst open and panting followed. Turning his head, he saw a girl, shorter than he, around his age, with short light-blonde hair. She was huffing and puffing, like a steam train almost. Her face seemed red hot, and the principal looked at her with a sigh, "You're fifteen minutes late, Watson. That's not a very good first impression on this young boy, is it?"

She shook her head violently, her hands still on her knees as she bent over, trying to catch her breath, "No, sir- Sorry, sir." She laughed hesitantly, her ocean-blue orbs gleaming brightly, "I went to the gas station on the way here to buy him a welcome-to-Greenwich Secondary School soda. And I couldn't pick because… well, I didn't know what kind he liked. So, I just bought five different flavors: Dr. Pepper, Pepsi, Coke, Sprite, and Crush."

She pulled them out and let Leon pick. Though, he was hesitant, he eventually chose a Coke, and Eevee took the Sprite. "Mr. Greyson, you and a couple of the staff can have the others. I don't need them." Her smile was so sugary sweet, he could vomit. It was just too much. Why did people go out of their way to welcome a stranger? Someone they needn't have anything to do with? Stupid… he though, Why do you bother? It's admirably pathetic.

Eevee coughed a bit into her elbow, showing as many manners as she could, which was nearly impossible for such a ditzy young lady as herself. Her ocean-blue eyes glowed with an unknown pleasantness, and she grabbed his hand. He froze for a moment, shocked, but loosened up. He had to keep cool. What was that English World War II saying? Keep calm and carry on... Yes, that was it.

Mr. Greyson gave her a wary eye, "Eevee Watson, you know the Hands-Off Policy. Mind your manners!"

But the girl had already begun pulling Leon along, skipping happily with one of the brightest smiles Leon had ever seen. It almost was comparable to his mother's lovely smile, but he shrugged off that thought.

Eevee laughed lightly, taking out his schedule. "Here, let's look at your classes. Ooh~ We have three of the same classes~! Physical Education, Chemistry, and Social Studies. Well, P. E. is my favorite. What is your's; if you mind me asking, that is." She beamed at him.

The boy tucked in his lip, giving her a rather off look. Shouldn't she know of him? Didn't everyone know Leon Weber? The famous child prodigy who found his heart in musical instruments? Surely, she was just daft then. He would never guess her to be uninformed.

"Music, I suppose…"

The girl grinned at him, "I like music, too. But I'm not musically talented. The last instrument I played was the recorder; they made us learn some basic music skills in the third grade so we could move onto a different instrument of our choice later on; to see if it interested us, anyways. I failed that class." She rubbed her head, still smiling, however a little embarrassment shown on her face as her cheeks pinkened.

He gave a small, fake smile and nodded.

How could anyone be so incompetent enough not to be able to play a damned recorder? She failed the class? How?... Something told him he wasn't going to get along with this girl, no matter how inviting she seemed. It just… wouldn't work out. Not if she didn't even know how to play a fucking recorder.

Inside, he could feel himself seething with dislike. Music… it was the last thing he had of his parents. It was their legacy to him. He would lead notable orchestras in the future. He was to be the greatest conductor of all time. And if this… this beast… could not even comprehend a few basic notes of the treble clef, well, this was just not going to work out.

Leon held his breath. He just needed to find all of his classes; she would show them to her, and that was that. There was no need to be around her after that. After today, she would be gone forever… Except those few classes, of course. He could ignore her, though. He didn't need to pay a damned second of his attention to this idiot.

He watched her look at his list again, looking at the room number as if it was some illegible, ancient piece of language. Dolt.

"So… You have Mrs. Florence for your first period? That's one of the math teachers. I don't know what —Wait… Wow. You're in Calculus?" She giggled, "I'm still in Algebra One. Math has never been my forte…"

At least, she was honest.

Leon wished she would stop babbling and just lead him to his classes. Just… stop.

Eevee took him by his hand again and pulled him across campus to find his rooms, humming along the way and rambling about multiple things that reminded her of this situation. Information he'd apparently need to know about every single person about the school. He guessed she got around or something. Who else knew all of this damned, idiotic data?

It was then that Eevee stopped. They had visited every entryway of every one of the seven classrooms on his list, not disturbing any of the classes, of course.

Her smile was almost saddening, and he wondered if she was telepathic, as if he could have hurt her with his thoughts. She tugged at a short lock, her eyes wavering, "I wish you the best of luck here. I'm… very happy that I was able to show you around. It was nice getting know someone just a little. I know who you are, and it's been a pleasure; I get to tell my sister that I've met you… If… If you ever need anything, I'll be right here. Er, well, you can find me whenever. I'll watch out for you, and… Make sure you make it alright. I have a smallish group that I hang out with, so, if you ever need me, I'm with them under the apple-blossom tree at lunch. I pointed that out along the way."

He looked at her incredulously. Was this seriously why she looked so sad? Because they were parting for the rest of the day? Jesus Christ. Just when he thought that women were complete flowers already, this just topped it.

Leon gave a twisted smile, "Sure… Thanks for showing me around." I could have honestly did this all by myself and would have been spared a fucking drama performance.

Eevee seemed to return back to her normal bubbly self, her eyes bright, "Great! I'll see you soon!" And then she ran off.

He was not seeing her anytime soon.

(( Author's Note: I found it funny that when I chose the school's name, it was already the name of an actual school in London. Cool coincident, yeah? ))