"Verity… MISS VERITY!" Mrs Green yelled from the front of the colourful, brightly lit classroom. I instantly jerked my head up, now wide awake from my slumber. 'Crap! I fell asleep in class again!' I knew I was going to be in serious trouble. Mrs Green noticed my panicked expression and looked at me with sympathetic eyes. "I don't know what has gotten into you lately Amy but the classroom is no place to be dozing off." I mentally face-palmed myself. 'I had to fall asleep in the one class where I actually like my teacher… Stupid relaxing arty music!'
"I'm so sorry miss… it won't happen again. Um… is there any chance you can repeat the question?" The class snickered at my response as Lauren, who was sitting next to me in that class, raised her hand. Mrs Green pointed her hand towards Lauren giving her the go-ahead to speak her mind.
"It's my fault miss! I kept Amy up all night worrying about homework I thought we had… but it turns out we didn't have it. I apologize." I quickly turned to Lauren, she always did this sort of thing for me… she was an amazing friend, but I kinda felt bad for putting her through this.
"Okay Lauren, I shall let Amy's mishap slide, but I still need an answer to my question. Oh, and the question was, what technique did this artist use?" She repeated looking at me expectantly.
"O-oh right, that's an easy one! He used scraffito!" I said cheerfully.
"Very good Amy, can you elaborate on that answer?"
"Yep! It's a form of decoration made by scratching through a surface to reveal a lower layer of a contrasting colour."
"Well done."
"Thanks miss!" That was probably when the bell rang to signify the start of lunch. 'Yes! Lunch, my favourite subject of the day!' I packed up my desk and started to leave the class, only to be stopped by a certain red head.
"Hey Amy wait up!" He called from behind me. 'Oh joy my favourite gang member. If he's come to insult me like the rest of his gang theeen… I'd rather keep walking.' I quickened my pace, but to no avail. He grabbed my hand making me stop. "Whoa, where you going in such a hurry?"
"Why do you care?" I said harshly. He looked almost hurt when I said that, looking down towards his feet and rubbing the back of his head nervously. It was like his confidence had just been flushed out of him.
"I… um, I just wanted to see if you were okay. You kinda fell asleep in class back there. U-um well obviously since it was you who fell asleep… but w-what I mean is…" I raised an eyebrow in confusion. It was then when he noticed he was still holding my hand. He went almost as red as his hair, letting go instantly. 'Is he… actually worried? Pfft nah! I doubt it, he probably has other things on his mind than to be genuinely worried about me. I suppose I could play along though for his sake…'
"Pfft… I'm fine Caleb, just stayed up a little too late playing 'Overwatch' that's all." I said trying to play it off coolly. 'I hate lying… but it's not like I can say that the reason I'm tired is because my arch nemesis is keeping me up all night with his… persistent will to be a goody two-shoes. Plus, it's not like I don't play 'Overwatch' so I'm not totally lying…'
"O-okay. That's good… wait a sec, you play 'Overwatch'?! No way!" His eyes lit up at the mention of the game. I guessed that he probably likes the game. "That's the best game ever! If you don't mind me asking… who is your main?" He asked, leaning against a locker, a bit more relaxed.
"My main… hmm, I have two actually. I play Widowmaker and Sombra the most though." I said proudly. [A/N: For those who don't know what Overwatch is… look it up. Also I main a different character but Widowmaker and Sombra are my fave characters. They take a lot of skill to master. Try to guess my main in the reviews! Anyway back to the story] "Why? Who's your main?" I asked, crossing my arms. 'Well then this conversation turned around really quick! It's kinda cool though to know that someone else I know plays my game.'
"I play Lucio the most… Reaper is a close second though. They don't take as much skill as Widowmaker though… you must be really good at the game!"
"I'm ranked at around diamond in competitive sooo…"
"No way…"
"Yup," I giggled at his response. It was kinda cute the way he reacted! "So… Reaper huh, edgy." He laughed at my comment and made his own joke about Reaper's edginess. Which ended up with both of us almost collapsing in a fit of laughter.
"H-hey," he said between laughs, trying to regain his composure. "You wanna play together sometime? It could be fun and you could help me get to diamond as well. If you want?" 'Maybe Caleb isn't as bad as I thought he was. I kinda feel bad for him having to be seen as a bad guy just for hanging around the wrong crowds. Maybe he just needs some new friends.'
"Meh sure why not… noob." I teased.
"Hey! I am not a noob… I'm just not as good as you are!"
"Mhmm sure…" I nodded before I started to bolt down the corridor.
"Get back here!" I heard him yell behind me as he gave chase.
"Haha, nope… gotta catch me!" I called out. I started to run faster, bashing doors open left and right, in my attempt to escape my pursuer. I made it out onto the school field, turning the corner of the school, before I smacked into group of people, knocking them over as well as myself. I groaned in pain as my head hit the grass with a light thud.
"WATCH IT YOU IDIOT!" A boy's voice said in an annoyed tone.
"Yeah what are you blind!" Another said.
'Oh please tell me I didn't run into…' I looked around to spot Logan glaring at me as he got to his feet. 'The shadow ravens. Crap! Wait Caleb!' I quickly scrambled to my feet only to get shoved to the ground again by one of Logan's lap-dogs.
"Who said you could get up Yankee?" He laughed at me. Just then Caleb rounded the corner. He saw me on the ground and looked at me shocked. "Oh Caleb, just in time buddy. This idiot decided to try and take us all out at once! Time to put this one into her place."
[A/N: Aand end of chapter. Hahahaha I'm so evil. Next chapter is gonna be in Caleb's POV so enjoy! Anyway I can't wait to see how this relationship develops later! But for now I gotta go so cya 'round!]
