Bug almost jumped out of his skin, lost in thought, as the ear-splitting 8th period bell rang. He hadn't caught a word his World History teacher had rambled to the class; he'd been thinking about Fang instead.
I think someone wants to tell you something, she'd said to him, as if it was an obvious fact. Bug didn't know what that meant. But then again, he didn't understand half the things Fang went on about, so he figured he wouldn't and shouldn't beat himself up too much about it.
Bug scrambled to the door, only to be distracted once more by a hand on his shoulder. He turned around.
"Hi, Adam."
Bug sighed under his breath, if that was even possible. "Hi, Stephanie," he muttered, and turned around again, hoping to get clear of the clingy girl, but she trotted along side him as he walked.
"No offense, but what do you want?" Bug asked when Stephanie hadn't said anything yet.
"Oh," she didn't look offended one bit, and seemed to come back down to Earth. "Oh, right. I was wondering if you'd like to study with me after school?"
"Er-" Bug stammered, running his mind for an excuse. He had to find his sister and demand answers, but Stephanie looked optimistic and expectant, and Bug knew she'd keep asking until he said yes, due to unfortunate past experiences with her. "Uh - um, alright. Okay, okay," he said, craning his neck to see if Fang was visible.
Stephanie smiled broadly. "Yay," she said in a high-pitched voice, and pushed up her rimmed glasses. The two walked out of the school together.
Fang was nowhere to be seen in the crowds of students outside. It was as if she was trying to avoid him.
Something weird is going on, Bug decided. And I've got to find out what it is. Fast.
A/N: Sorry about my tendency to make these chapters really short. I'm starting to write a different story so I didn't really have time to put all my ideas into this chapter. Get prepared for some romance in the next one, though. That's all.