Chapter Four
There she sat, her ponytail being tugged on by the blue haired boy behind her. Sonata kicked her heel behind her, hitting him in the shin. She could hear her foot hit something hard, and looking behind her, found him tapping on his shin, smiling.
"Shin guards." He whispered.
His name was Soarin, and he sat behind Sonata in history and science, which made this hard for her in two ways: He was extremely annoying, but, extremely cute. She met him on her first day of school, when the only seat left in science was the one every girl avoided like the plague. And Sonata soon learned why.
"Shut up, you're gonna get me in trouble." She whispered back from the corner of her mouth. He tugged on her ponytail once more.
"You're hair is so soft," She heard shuffling from behind her. "Too bad."
Sonata instantly grabbed hold of her teal ponytail, and almost screamed when she felt the dripping substance hanging from the ends of her hairs. She whipped around, and was greeted with the deviously smiling Soarin, a bottle of glue in his hand.
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"Hey. Hey. Hello?" Soarin followed her out of the classroom.
"Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey, crazy-hair." Sonata stopped dead, glaring at him.
"What do you want?" She hissed through gritted teeth, eying him. He pulled something out of his hoodie pocket.
"Here, you seem cool." He handed her an envelope, and was gone.
Sonata slowly walked to her locker, tearing it open. The first words she read were: You're invited!
An invitation? Sonata scrunched her nose, confused. But she was quite possibly the dumbest girl in class. Plus, they just met! And did she need to mention he glued her hair!
"Hey, what's that?" Aria appeared behind the door of Sonata's locker. Sonata quickly shoved the note into her bag.
"Nothing." Aria and Adagio didn't need to know about this. Aria eyed her in suspicion, as if trying to make up her mind. After a few seconds, which felt like a few hundred years, Aria decided to leave it.
Sonata spent the day wondering if she should tell her friends. About the party, that is. Biting the end of her eraser, she thought about why she didn't want to. Did she think they were going to make fun of her for getting an invitation from a boy? Out of all of them, she did have the least experience with dating and all of that. Then again, her friends made fun of her in everything. She then thought about if she should start adding quotations around "friends".
"Friends".