Chapter 7:
Originally, the cake had chilies, but Sasha isn't that unconventional, so I just made him a really bad baker.
"Hello, Alicia, darling."
"Hi, Milla! How come you always get back so fast?"
"You're asking someone who passed all areas of her levitation courses with honors that?"
"Oh yeah, huh. How was your application to be a camp counselor, anyway?"
"Denied. I still say it would make a good summer job. Until I know what I want to do as my actual profession, anyway."
"Oh, that sucks."
"Um, Milla," said one of the girls. Her name was Esphere, both because she thought it was a pretty name and because she specialized in shields. (It's like, e-sphere) It was a soft "e."
"Yes, darling?"
"Um, is there someone else in the room?"
"Yes, darling, there actually is."
That was, of course, Sasha's cue to reveal himself. "Hello."
All three of Milla's dorm friends screamed.
"See, darling? I told you they'd like you."
"When did screaming become a good thing?"
"Since ever, darling." She kissed him on the cheek. Her friends began to cheer. He himself blushed until his skin color was normal. It was amazing how much Milla could embarrass him.
It's also amazing how you can't tell that I'm reading your outer thoughts. I thought you were defended better than that darling.
It's amazing how much I thought you were nicer than that, Milla. Stop reading my thoughts.
He blocked up his cube.
Then he felt her leaving.
Then he heard disappointed sounds from her friends. He shot an angry glare at Milla.
"Okay, girls, it's time to get ready for the dance tonight!"
They all split up.
"Do you want to meet me there, darling?"
"I don't dance."
"Aww…"
sigh "I'll pick you up at six fifty-four."
"Ooh! Thank you, Sasha!"
And she ran into her room. He exited her dorm. He needed to get back and fix his hair.
Seriously, though, does it ever look like guys actually dress up for dances? Not to mention that they never even dance, unless it's something weird. Neither do the girls, of course, but the only time I could ever get my boyfriend to dance with me last night was when there were slow dances. And this one girl kept trying to get us to hug.
I hugged him after the last slow dance though, so it was okay!