You stomp on to your bus, frustration repelling everyone else, stopping everyone from bothering you. You huff and sit down next to your friend, Kanaya.
"Hello dear, what has your petticoats in a twist this fine morning?"
"Fine morning?" You snort. "This morning is anything but fine."
"Have you not gotten a date to the dance, dearie?"
"I was going to, but noooo, Mackenzie always ruins everything, that brat." You would call her worse names, but your bus driver has surprisingly great hearing for an old man.
Kanaya shoots you a sympathetic glance. "Well, not everything works out."
You are then distracted by Nepeta batting at your bus driver's little ponytail few seats away, accompanied by kitten mewls.
"Nepeta..." Kanaya says, lowering her head and shaking it.
The kitten troll turns, her eyes wide. "What, Kanyana?"
"People do not play in public, remember?"
Nepeta's blue tail droops. "Ok, Kanyana..."
You muffle a laugh, and almost forget about the previous night.
"Now dearie, what were you so mad about?" Kanaya turned back to you, eyebrows creased in concern.
You cover your eyes with your hands, and use them to muffle your words. "Dave... He lied to me, and was hanging out with Mackenzie and her goons..." Your eyes get misty, the anger had faded. Now you hurt a little.
Kanaya guided your hands off your face. "Now, [Name], you can't exactly be mad at him for paying attention to different people. You should act like this hasn't damaged your friendship, so you and Dave can still go to the dance together."
Your eyes widen. "I never said I would-"
Kanaya cut you off. "I think you should at least go as friends, [Name]. You've earned it."
By then the bus was at school, and you and your friend had to go your separate ways, hence Kanaya took classes on the top floor versus your bottom-floor classes. "See ya, I promise to think about the dance!" You call after her, but she was already gone. You walk to your locker to grab your science packet.
Sadly, Maddie was your locker neighbor. Gog knows why things work that way. As you approached your locker, you saw Maddie, her head in the locker. You kneeled down beside her and entered your locker combination. Snatching a paper taped to your mirror and unfolding it, your heart sinks again.
The note reads, "Have fun with your boyfriend - wait, no, you don't have one!"
Crumpling it, the paper digs into your palm, giving you a paper cut. It stings like hell, and your eyes get misty again, remembering yesterday. You hurry to your science class, throwing the door open. The bell rings right as you get to your desk, and you sit in the seat next to Dave. You don't give him a second glance as class starts.
The teacher passes out the tests, and Dave grins at you from the corner of your eye. It was a 'you've got this' kind of grin.
You glare down at your paper and circle the first answer. Since you pretty much memorized the study guide, the test is a breeze. After fifteen minutes, you lean back in your chair, then taking the test to the front of the room.
"Psst, (y/n)." Dave whispers to you after everyone is done.
Silence.
"(Y/n)! I know you hear me." He whispers again.
You bury your head in between your elbows, resting on your desk. Your eyes feel misty, especially since Dave was rubbing salt in the wound.
"What's wrong?"
More silence.
"...Ok then."
The bell rings, and the sounds of stomping feet and books dropping fill the air. While you're getting your stuff, you steal a glance at Dave. His eyes, behind the shades, remain emotionless, but his mouth betrays his hurt. You wince inwardly, but your mind is telling you he deserves it.
You sigh as your mind comes to a compromise with your feelings, and you tear a paper out of your notebook, and begin writing.
Hey Dave,
I'm sorry for being so rude at science. Maddie sent me a video of you two bring buddy-buddy. :(
But hey, life goes on. You can be buddy-buddy with whoever you want. I was just wondering if I'd see you at the dance. Maybe as friends?
It's ok if you don't want to. I'm totally fine with whatever~ ;)
-[Name]
Winkey face? You felt like Ultra-frowny face.
Walking past his locker, you slip it in, hearing it make a sound when it collides with binders and books. By the time you get to your own metal closet you call a locker, the bell rings.
Why thank you, life.