No sooner had Amber dragged Nicky out of sight did she roughly shove the speckled teen into the nearest locker by the shoulder.
"OW! You crazy bitch! What was that for? Are you completely off your rocker?!"
Amber just flicked a golden lock over her shoulder and smirked down at the boy.
"I did it because I felt like it, and maybe for that little show of boldness you put on back there."
The shorter teen just shook her head at her.
"Bonkers. All of you Americans are absolutely bonkers!"
Amber's eyebrows scrunched together. You Americans? Bonkers? Off her rocker? Something about this new boy's voice sounded a bit…off.
"Say, that accent, what is it?" He just rolled his eyes at her.
"Chinese. I'm British obviously! Honestly, are you tone deaf or just stupid? It's pretty obvious!"
Amber glared down at him, a snarl quickly making it's way onto her face.
"Well excuse me, but you hardly seem like the posh, sophisticated British gentleman!"
Nicky snorted. "Well sorry I haven't stepped right out of the Victorian era! If that's what the American stereotype of us Brits are, you yanks might want to try updating your view of us."
Amber couldn't tell if she was more annoyed that this little nerd kept insulting her, or amused at the things he said. Yank? Really? She wasn't even from New York!
Resisting the urge to laugh, Amber looked down at the increasingly frustrated ner- otaku before her.
"Your accent sounds funny. Say something else."
"Sod off."
Amber frowned. She didn't exactly know what 'sod off meant', but it sounded suspiciously similar to the more familiar 'fuck off'.
"Not funny. Now say something else, and make it funny." Nicky's glare intensified as he crossed his arms and hissed.
"Kiss. My. Arse."
Amber snarled, grabbing Nicky by the shoulder before shoving him once more against the row of lockers. She spun on her heal fully intending to storm off in an angry huff. That didn't happen however, as she quickly found herself being tackled to the ground, the wind being completely knocked out of her.
Turning so that she was lying on her back, she stared up into enraged eyes of Nicky, who now had a weak hold on her precious hair.
"Get off of me you little freak!"
"Fuck you! Don't go pushing people around!"
The two rolled around on the floor, both trying to come up on top and gain the upper hand. Fists flew, but none hit their intended target in all of the confusion. Finally, Amber managed to pin Nicky down onto her stomach, arms twisted behind her back at an uncomfortable angle and face pressed against the cold tile. Amber lifted her hand, fully intending to finally land a punch on the boy, only to find herself frozen in shock.
"You - you're a girl!"
Nicky couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"No shit Sherlock! I would like to think that was pretty obvious!"
Amber released the smaller girl, still staring at her in complete, utter shock. During their fight (if you could really call it that), Nicky's hat had come off, revealing a huge mass of tiny, tangled curls that resembled a bush better than actual hair. Nonetheless, it was rather long - or least, longer than most boys kept it. Her glasses had also come off, showing that behind those thick frames was a pair of round, dark brown eyes. They were only slightly bigger than average, and her lashes weren't really long at all. However, combined with the girl's pouty lips, hair, and heart-shaped face, there was no denying Nicky was not, in fact, a boy like she had first assumed.
Well, wasn't that surprising?
"Hey, blondie, are you still here? I need my glasses. I'm near blind without them."
Nicky's voice snapped her out of her trance. Noticing the aforementioned glasses lying a little way over, she moved to hand them over to the (newly discovered) girl.
"I don't get it," she muttered. "This school has never, ever a girl that looks like….well, you."
Nicky just shrugged as her shoved her glasses on, brown eyes once again hidden behind the think lens.
"So I guess that means this school doesn't have a lot of blacks then. There isn't a lot of racism here is there? Because that would really suck."
Amber shook her head. "No, I didn't mean that, I mean….I have never seen a girl here that dressed liked you did. The usual formula is small nose, big eyes, long lashes, and stylish. You are none of those things! Look at you! Your nose is flat, you're wearing a t-shirt with a cartoon character on it! Your jeans drag behind your shoes and even your sneakers look older than you! Not to mention you only come up to my chin!"
Nicky stood up , brushing herself off as she glowered at the taller girl.
"Glad you can see all of my good points," she drawled. Amber cringed, and held her hands up in a defensive gesture.
"Again, that came out wrong. Look what I'm tryingto say is that you're….um, unique and-"
"You mean weird, don't you?" A hint of a genuine smile was playing at her lips, and Amber soon found her arms relaxing at her side and grinning with her.
"Alright, you got me. I think you're weird, but …interesting. You're looks and your attitude are unusual, at least to me."
Nicky laughed and rubbed the back of her neck nervously.
"Well thanks blondie! How about we start over? Call me Nicky." She held her hand out to shake, but Amber didn't take it. Instead, she just crossed her arms and shook her head.
"Not a chance. I like what I've seen so far, even if that did involve you tackling me."
"Hey! You pushed me into a locker!"
"You tried to punch me when you tackled me."
"So did you! And you didn't even get a hit in!"
"But I could have in the end."
"That's just because you're bigger than me!"
"Doesn't matter. I still won."
Nicky stuck her tongue out at the blonde in defiance, peeved to have lost the argument. Unfortunately, instead of offending Amber, it just made her laugh. Her laughed stopped short, and her eyes widened. Nicky hesitated before saying anything.
"Uh, blomndie, are you okay? Suddenly got this…psycho look …EEK!"
Amber had unexpectedly grabbed Nicky writs and proceed to drag the poor confused girl down various hallways, oblivious Nicky's surprised yelp and her attempts to yank herself out of the her grip.
"Just follow me, I've got to get you something. Then, I taking you into town. I've got an idea that you may like." This got Nicky to stop struggling. So long as she wasn't dragging her off somewhere to tortore and/or kill her, all was fine. Amber stilldidn't let go though, just case she tried to make a run for it. She hadn't been lying about having an idea either. It had suddenly struck her when she had been arguing with Nicky, and she had say, it was quite ingenious.
Finally, they reached their destination: the student council room. Flinging the door open, Amber marched in as though she own the place, startling those inside. A boy sitting at the table- who looked as though he had been looking for something - blinked at the two girls.
"Amber? What are you doing here? Who is that?"
Amber glared at him. "Hey Nathaniel! Yes I'm had good lunch, good to see you too! This is the new boy. He needs a map of the school, so give please."
Nathaniel folded his arms and narrowed his eyes.
"Why are you with him? You're torturing him are you?" Amber scowled.
"No. He just needs a map so he find his classes. I'm helping him."
Nathaniel eyed his sister suspiciously. "Well that's unlike you. So what are you really doing to this poor guy?"
"I told you, I'm helping him! Now are you going to give us the map or not?"
"Not until you tell me what you're up to!"
Amber growled, releasing Nicky's hand to go around the room looking for the map herself. Nathaniel's eyes widened, and he instantly rushed to stop her. Sadly for him, she had begun flinging random papers and stationary in the air as she searched, resulting him having to dodge various flying objects as he tried to get to her.
Nicky could only stare in both amusement. It like something out of an anime.
She had been so caught up in watching the two siblings, she didn't notice the brunette sidle up next to her.
"Welcome to Sweet Amoris. Um…are you okay?"
Nicky jumped, but relaxed and nodded when she saw sweet smile the unknown girl was giving her.
Looking back over at the siblings, she watched as Amber started throwing heavier and heavier objects as Nathaniel had started trying to shield himself with a chair.
Not taking her eyes off the two, Nicky pointed at Amber.
"Uh, one question: when she gets like this, should I be worried?"
The brunette just gave her a pitying smile.
"I'm certainly would be."
Nicky nodded, still unable to take her eyes off of the girl in question (who had now started throwing paperweights, of all things).
"Thought so."
Just what the hell had she signed herself up for?
