When Zack finally arrived at school, after homeroom his next lesson was Algebra. He smiled happily as he lowered himself into his seat. He began humming a tune, waiting for the lesson to start.
A few minutes later the girl from the lunchroom slid into the seat next to him. He caught his breath, but thought to himself, Stay cool, Zack. Stay cool. You the Man, dude! But not the actual man. Like, the evil Man that Dewey lectured us about. Oh, Dewey was cool! He helped me to write that song-
Zack's thoughts were interrupted by the girl leaning over towards him.
"Uh, hi! I'm Wyverna, and I couldn't help wondering, was that a No Dice song you were humming?"
Zack said an inwards thanks, to whoever had made this cute girl speak to him, before replying. "Why, yes! Yes it was. It was Come Dancing, have you heard it?"
"Oh, yeah! That's the one that's six minutes long or something, isn't it?" she smiled, happily. Whoa, thought Zack. She's into punk?! This girl is perfect!
"Yes it is. My parents go mad every time I practice it on my guitar," he smirked, sure that she would love that. The kick-ass, punk-rock guitarist act got them every time. And sure enough...
"Oh, sweet! You have an axe?"
"Uh, no," he said, puzzled. "I have a guitar."
She laughed, sweetly. "Sorry, dude. It's just that in my language, 'axe' is slang for 'guitar'."
He laughed too, then realized it was nearly lunch. (Yes, in this magical world, time flies, just like in a Mary-Sue. Which this isn't. Honestly.)
He heard the bell ring, and remembered that Freddy, Katie, Summer and Lawrence would be waiting for him. And Freddy hated Wyverna, for some mad reason. But he didn't want to leave her. Wait a minute! Why not...
"Uhdoyouwannasitwithusatlunch?" he asked, all in one breath.
"Sorry?" she asked.
"Uh, do you wanna sit with us at lunch?" he repeated.
"Sure!" she smiled, then a troubled look came on her face. "But your friend, Freddy, he doesn't like me, does he?"
"We don't have to sit with him!" he said, quickly, then looked down at his feet, missing the sneer that twisted her mouth. As he looked up, she quickly rearranged it into a concerned look.
"But...but I don't want to take you away from your friends!" she whispered.
"Well, you know what?"
"What?"
"We'll just sit with them anyway, 'cause I'm sure Freddy will love you once he gets to know you!"
"Oh, he will." She muttered, as they set off. "He will..."
A few minutes later the girl from the lunchroom slid into the seat next to him. He caught his breath, but thought to himself, Stay cool, Zack. Stay cool. You the Man, dude! But not the actual man. Like, the evil Man that Dewey lectured us about. Oh, Dewey was cool! He helped me to write that song-
Zack's thoughts were interrupted by the girl leaning over towards him.
"Uh, hi! I'm Wyverna, and I couldn't help wondering, was that a No Dice song you were humming?"
Zack said an inwards thanks, to whoever had made this cute girl speak to him, before replying. "Why, yes! Yes it was. It was Come Dancing, have you heard it?"
"Oh, yeah! That's the one that's six minutes long or something, isn't it?" she smiled, happily. Whoa, thought Zack. She's into punk?! This girl is perfect!
"Yes it is. My parents go mad every time I practice it on my guitar," he smirked, sure that she would love that. The kick-ass, punk-rock guitarist act got them every time. And sure enough...
"Oh, sweet! You have an axe?"
"Uh, no," he said, puzzled. "I have a guitar."
She laughed, sweetly. "Sorry, dude. It's just that in my language, 'axe' is slang for 'guitar'."
He laughed too, then realized it was nearly lunch. (Yes, in this magical world, time flies, just like in a Mary-Sue. Which this isn't. Honestly.)
He heard the bell ring, and remembered that Freddy, Katie, Summer and Lawrence would be waiting for him. And Freddy hated Wyverna, for some mad reason. But he didn't want to leave her. Wait a minute! Why not...
"Uhdoyouwannasitwithusatlunch?" he asked, all in one breath.
"Sorry?" she asked.
"Uh, do you wanna sit with us at lunch?" he repeated.
"Sure!" she smiled, then a troubled look came on her face. "But your friend, Freddy, he doesn't like me, does he?"
"We don't have to sit with him!" he said, quickly, then looked down at his feet, missing the sneer that twisted her mouth. As he looked up, she quickly rearranged it into a concerned look.
"But...but I don't want to take you away from your friends!" she whispered.
"Well, you know what?"
"What?"
"We'll just sit with them anyway, 'cause I'm sure Freddy will love you once he gets to know you!"
"Oh, he will." She muttered, as they set off. "He will..."