Here's the REAL pair from one.
Hiyas Tonto POV
The first day of school was a perfect chance to see which of the girls was worth my attention. They were all dressed up in their finest and on their best behavior. It was like picking them out of a lineup.
"Here, let me get that for you," I said as I held open the door for a pretty student with an armful of books. She smiled shyly and slipped through the door, giving me a perfect view of her behind as I stood in the doorway. It was good to be chivalrous.
I took a seat in the second row when I got to my first classroom. Sitting in the second row made me look like an attentive student but not a brown-noser. All the preppiest girls would sit in the front, and most of them weren't worth looking at, so I wasn't missing anything sitting behind them. My old friend Extravagance took the seat beside me.
"Back to the old grind, huh? We still on to hang out after they're finally done?" he asked. He'd been a fun friend, but we had a problem. He wasn't exactly the most attractive boy. Even I could tell, and I only had eyes for the girls. I could tell he was going to drag me down.
"I don't know. I'm going to be pretty busy now. You know, homework and stuff," I said.
"Oh, okay. Some other time then," he said. Never, then, I thought. I was on to bigger and better things.
I found my primary target when Organza White walked into the room. I hadn't seen her since last year, and she'd filled out over the summer. She hardly fit inside her uniform, in all the right ways. A girl like that deserved someone special, like me.
"Can I carry those for you?" I asked when I caught up to her on the way home from school. "A little lady like you shouldn't have to do stuff like that." She giggled and blushed as I took her books. I knew I looked great from my training at the Academy, and just being a Career made all the girls swoon. I could have had anyone, and she knew it.
"I won't make your boyfriend jealous, will I?" I asked.
"Oh no, I've never had a boyfriend," she said, which was exactly what I'd been hoping for. A Career's life expectancy wasn't exactly amazing, even though I was going to be the exception. I had a lot of wild oats to sow and not much time. Surely another girl would come along before long, but long after I'd left, Organza was going to be able to tell people she used to be Hiyas Tonto's girl.
Karyssa Evans POV
No one from the Academy better see this. Ten minutes ago I was big, scary Karyssa Evans, the toughest girl in the year three Academy class. Now, I was Karyssa Evans, the girl squealing and squatting on her knees beside the cutest little kitten she saw in the road.
"Oh hai, baby! Aren't you the cutest thing?" I asked the black and white kitten. She mewed at me and stuck her adorable stubby little tail into the air. I picked her up and hugged her to my chest. She purred so hard her tiny body vibrated against me.
"Are you all alone?" I asked her. She wasn't wearing a collar, and I didn't see a momma cat anywhere. I gently squeezed one paw and saw she wasn't declawed. She must have been a stray, or worse, abandoned. Why would anyone abandon a kitten? Obviously I had to take her home.
Mom wasn't surprised when I walked in holding a kitten. I'd dragged in dozens of animals over the years. There wasn't that much wildlife in One, but I managed to find anything that was there. There was the baby pigeon that died even after I fed it every worm I found. One time it was a frog. Bucephalus was a very cool frog and died of ripe old age. I even caught a mouse once. It didn't like me very much. I held up the kitten and Mom took it.
"What's this?" she asked as she turned the kitten around to look at it from all angles.
"It's a kitten," I said. "Can I keep it?"
She gave me the kitten back. "Oh, ask your mother."
"Mooooooooom," I said. She thinks that's so funny. Every time I ask her something, it's always "ask your mother". If one of my moms wasn't more serious, nothing would ever get done around here.
"Who, me?" my other mom asked as she poked her head in from the living room.
"Your daughter wants a cat," the funny mom said.
"Does she want to feed it every day?" the serious mom asked.
"Yes!" I said.
"Does she want to empty its litter box every night?"
"Yes!"
"Does she want to clean up when it throws up on the carpet?"
"Yes!"
"All right. The house is already a zoo anyway," she said.
"Yay!" I cheered. I twirled around with the kitten and set her down. She lurched around like she was drunk, and her tail swung in circles.
"Your name is Misa now," I told the cat. "Come on, I'll show you our room."