It all started when my earbuds were pulled out.
"What the- Hey!" I yelled at the person, grabbing at their arms. "Give them back!"
The person laughed, putting one of them in his ear. "Honestly, what is this crap? A rock version of 'Let it Go?'"
We were on the campus of Beacon high, the first day of my senior year, and the last year I would have to bear Cardin's crap. Which was a challenge, seeing how I was having to bear it now.
"That's 'Highway to Hell,' you dumbass! Now give those back!"
"Makes sense. You're practically in hell, with all the metal you listen to."
I growled. "So!? I don't care if I need to die for my cause! All I care about is the world actually listening to good music!"
I managed to get my earbuds back from him. I could practically hear his smirk. "Oh, really…?"
I didn't turn around. "Yes," I clarified. "I would die to have rock become the most popular genre of all."
"Suit yourself."
On a normal day after Cardin says that, you better be at least arms length away. But today, I didn't feel any punches slamming into my body. Heck, the only things I felt were my clothes and fear.
I turned around and saw Cardin, pain in his face, and an arm behind his back. Behind him was a tall redheaded girl with an orange hoodie, tan blouse and gold shorts that I hadn't seen before, a fire in her eyes.
"Remember," She growled, "No rock fan flies alone."
He shrieked and fell to the ground. He got up and sprinted away, panting. Anyone who was watching resumed what they were doing before the arm breakage. The girl turned to me, considerably cooled down now. I could squeak out only two words that I always regret:
"Bloody hell."
At first she looked surprised, but then she laughed. And good god, was it a laugh. It was amazing, beautiful, magical… wow, when did I get so sappy?
Anyway, after a nice laugh session, she calmed down and looked in my direction. "I'm sorry," She apologized, "I just can't help it. British people are always so funny to me."
"Wha-?" I suddenly realized what I had said, and blushed like crazy. "Oh my gosh! I- I just-"
She laughed again. When she calmed down again, I explained. "W-well, it's just that when I get nervous or scared, I just get this british accent stuck in my throat!"
More laughing. I was feeling incredibly embarrassed, but before I knew it she was in front of me, hand extended. "I'm for laughing at you." Sorry again about laughing at you."
I blushed, and looked away. She had just met me, and now she wanted to be friends? Well, I guess she did save my ass, so I did have to return the favor… eh, why not?
I looked back to her and smiled, shaking her hand. "I'm Jaune. Nice to meet you."
"You too."
