Hola mi lectores! For those of you who do not speak Español, an English greeting is also provided- Hello my readers! Hope ya enjoy chapter four with Rosie and Avon! Don't worry, the two will meet the gang next chapter or so…. Enjoy!
"So let me get this straight: You're Vlad Masters son?" gasped Rosie as he nodded slowly. He released her hand and quickly smashed it forcefully into the nearest locker.
"Step son… and I absolutely despise it…" he growled as he diverted his almost black eyes to the floor. A small hand made its way to his shoulder as he got gently turned around to see Rosie.
"It's the person you are that makes you who you are…not who your related to…" She said as she pierced through the soul of a goth boy. He gave her a rare half smile as he brushed his hair away from his face.
"Thanks…." He said slowly as he slipped his hand into hers. A blush crawled across her face as she looked at him and smiled gently.
"Avon…" she said softly, "not to be captain obvious, but are you flirting with me?" Rosie immediately bit her lip in regret of saying that, and she slipped her hand away from his. She began to pick up the pace as she kept muttering to herself. A gentle tap on the shoulder caused her to turn around.
"Hey, I never replied…" said Avon as Rosie set her binder onto her hip and looked away.
"I-uh-well, we just met, and-uh…" she stuttered as she rubbed her neck nervously. A deep chortle was heard from Avon as he brushed a strand of loose hair from her face.
"Your probably the first person who has seen my non Goth side…" he whispered quietly as he hung his head in shame.
"Hey, I like your non Goth side… and you got to show that side more!" she said softly as she pulled out her short pony tail.
"Well…if you insist…prepare for something very ungothic…" said Avon as he did what no goth has done before-
"Hahahahahahahaha! HOW DO YOU KNOW MY TICKLISH SPOT ALREADY! HAHAHAHAHA!" snorted Rosie as Avon grinned and continue to tickle her.
"I love this school already!" he announced to the hallway as he continued to tickle her unmercifully.
"MASTERS! DOW! DETENTION!" yelled Mr. Lancer angrily as he poked his bald head through the classroom door. The two teens looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Y-yes Mr. Lancer!" snorted Rosie as she picked up her dropped binder.
"And Masters…wait until your father hears about this…" spat Mr. Lancer as he glared at Avon.
"Yes Mr. Lancer…" sighed Avon as they walked down the hallway to the principals office.
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