~~~Sarah's POV~~~
"Thanks for the ride, Fe." I thanked my brother. He shrugged and smiled.
"Thanks for the cocoa, street rat." He said, pushing me out of his car. I smirked and flipped him off.
"Eat a dick." I laughed as he licked his lips. "Bye!" I said, shutting the car's door. He waved bye and sped off, probably to the bar. I headed to the dark building.
I pulled open the heavy doors to the Psych building, two cocoas in hand. I bought one for angel face. I hoped she liked cocoa. I looked around the partially-full lecture hall. Angel face was sitting up near the top again. She had her lips pursed and was glaring down to the front. There was a blonde who angel's rage was specifically directed to. Huh. I shrugged and walked over to Angel. Her hair was pulled back and she was wearing a beautiful blue dress. It looked great on her. I set the cup of cocoa in front of her, and sat beside her.
"Oh." She said, glancing at the cocoa. She looked up at me. "T-thank you."
"No problem, angel." I said, shrugging. She scrunched up her face.
"Don't call me that."
"Why not?" I asked. I took a sip of my cocoa. "It's true. You're very attractive, angel."
She huffed and took a long gulp of the cocoa. I smirked at her. She rolled her eyes at me and sighed. She placed the cup on the edge of her desk, and reached to grab her binder.
"Good morning, Class!" Mrs. Johnson said loudly. "Today we will be having a debate. Two volunteers will debate the case of nature/nurture in Homosexuality. Also, absolutely no bashing will be allowed. Now, volunteers?"
A girl with short dark hair and a boy with glasses and blonde hair raised their hands. Mrs. Johnson let them get up and debate. I lulled in and out, gazing at angel most of the time. I had already taken this class, twice, and passed with an A-average both times. Mrs. J never really switched up the curriculum. She always smiled at seeing me in the back, returning for yet another year.
I stared dreamily at angel, noticing the little habits she had. The way she bit her bottom lip as she scribbled notes; the way she narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips slightly while she was concentrating; the way she tapped her pencil on her chin and rested her head on her hand while she wrote little side notes. She would absently take little sips of the cocoa I gave her as she listened intently to the debate. Shit, I'm falling hard.
Mrs. J told us we could go on a fifteen-minute break while she got things ready for the next part of today's lesson. Students began to file out, and angel stood. She grabbed her cocoa and slung her bag over her shoulder. I let her pass, being polite. The blonde she was sending death glares to earlier was walking up the isle to the door. But, all of a sudden, the blonde knocked angel's cocoa out of her hands, causing the hot liquid to cover angel's blue dress.
"Sorry, Alison." Blondie said, a snarky tone to her voice. She wasn't sorry. A deep angry noise came from my throat. I moved in front of angel, glancing back to make sure she was okay.
"Leave her alone!" I growled. "Touch her again and I'll rip out your fucking throat, bitch." I hissed, getting in the blonde's face. I pushed the uppity-bitch out the door. I shot one last glare at the retreating girl, and then turned to angel. She had a shocked expression on her face, and stared at me. My eyes softened at how innocent and vulnerable she looked.
"You okay?" I asked gently, touching her arm slightly. My words shook her from her daze.
"Y-yes." She cleared her throat. "I'm fine. Thank you. Just... sticky."
"Good." I smirked. "So, who was that, angel?"
"My ex-best friend, Aynsley Norris." Angel narrowed her eyes. "She's a bitch." She looked down at her stained dress and sighed.
"C'mon, I've got something you can wear at my place." I say, trying to be nice. Normally, I'm a fuck-and-go kind of girl, but angel seems so fragile. I honestly don't want to hurt her. She hesitates.
"Er, okay?"
"After you, angel." I gesture for her to leave the building first.
"Alison," She says softly. I smile.
"After you, Alison."