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Arceus High School

May's POV:

I slump down in a seat at the back of the bus, my bag on the seat next to me, my blazer resting on top of it. I turn to the window and watch as the other pupils line up in a disorderly queue, waiting to board the school bus. I'm lucky I got here early. I roll my eyes as Iris, the most popular girls- at school exits through the school gates. Everyone immediately moves to let her on first.

I don't get it. Just because she's popular, people treat her like a goddess, but in reality, she's not really that special. Just everything you'd expect a popular girl to be: pretty, skinny, mean and in my opinion, thick. She spends way too much time talking about boys and fixing her appearance that she never does her homework and doesn't pay attention in class. It annoys me because the teacher always has to make sure she understands what we're doing. How did she make it in to the top set for everything? Bribery probably.

Just as I'm about to turn away from the window, something catches my eye; Dawn walking home all on her own. I feel pitiful for her. It must be hard starting a new school and having no real friends. I can't imagine hiw she can bear being so... lonely.

"Can I sit here?" a voice that has got to be Ash's, asks.

"Sure," I say, my eyes still fixed on Dawn. It suddenly occurs to me that I have to move my stuff so Ash can sit. "Sorry!" I quickly scoop my stuff off of the seat and hold it close to me.

"Don't worry about it," Ash grins.

"What's so funny?" I ask, cocking a brow.

"Ah, nothing, just the fact that you were staring out of the window waiting for Drew to walk past!" Ash says, trying to stifle a giggle. I blush and smack him lightly around the head.

"I was not!" I snap. "For your information, my attention was on how lonely Dawn looked when she came out!" Ash leans over to look out of the window.

"I don't see her," he says, pressing his face against the glass. I let out a sigh of exasperation.

"I think she has better things to do with her time than stick around a school she barely knows for no reason," I say, trying not to lose my patience with his stupidity. He sits back on his seat and sighs as the bus engine turns on. I feel a vibration underneath me as the bus slowly starts to move away from the school.

"May, how do you know if you're in love?" Ash asks, suddenly. I turn to him.

"Love? I thought you weren't interested in girls," I say.

"I'm not!" Ash protests, his cheeks a light shade of pink. "I-it's just that my friend is confused about his feelings for this girl," I nod, still not entirely convinced that his friend is the one that's confused.

"Well, let's see. I guess it's when you get this fluttery feeling around them, a bit like butterflies in your stomach, you stutter a lot and don't know how to talk to them," I say.

"Thanks,"

"No problem," I smile. "So, do you do that English essay that we're supposed to hand in tomorrow?" Ash nods.

"I left it until the last minute, but I completed it. Man, I'm still tired from staying up until three last night," I open my mouth to reply when suddenly, Iris pauses next to our seat.

"Hey, Ash!" she squeals. I roll my eyes. She's always had this thing for Ash, ever since the start of Freshman year. I'm not sure what Ash thinks but I find it really pathetic since he's told her that he's not interested. Ash isn't the type to be mean though. Usually.

"Uh, hey, Iris!" Ash says, trying to sound as enthusiastic as she does. She takes a seat on the other side of the bus with just the aisle separating her from Ash.

Now, don't get me wrong, Iris would be an amazing person if she toned the obsession with boys down, brought her grades up a little and didn't start screaming at anyone who tried being friends with Ash.

I decide not to listen in on their conversation anymore and look out the window. Then, he exits through the gates. My heart beat speeds up and the thumping in my chest is louder than a stampede of Mamoswines.

Drew. In my eyes, he's probably the most handsome person ever to exist. In other people's eyes, not so. I mean, his seaweed green eyes and hair the colour of fresh grass is so attractive. Sadly, he doesn't really talk to anyone, so unless I can get him to actually talk to me, I have no chance with him whatsoever. The problem is, that the first time I tried to talk to him, all I could do was stutter and laugh nervously. I made such a fool of myself that I've never talked to him again.

I watch the scenery zoom past as the bus picks up speed, half listening to Ash's conversation with Iris. I hear her say something about a party at her place this Saturday. Ash, however, doesn't get the hint that she's trying to invite him without actually saying that she wants to be there. He just replies vaguely. I manage to stifle a giggle. Iris needs to realise how dense Ash is, stop dropping hints and just get to the point.

"Oh, it's my stop! See you tomorrow, May!" Ash says, slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking off.

"Yeah, see you," I say.

"Bye, Ash!" Iris smiles and then sits next to me.

"Um, hello?" I say, confused. Why is she sitting with me when she hates my guts?

"May, I know we haven't been on friendly terms ever since the start of Freshman year, but right now, I need your help," Iris explains. Why are people suddenly coming to me for advice?

"Well, what's your problem?" I say, getting to the point.

"I love Ash and I really want to tell him, but I don't know how,"

"Well, start off the conversation casually, you know, with a 'hi, how are you?' and then, start dropping hints, then, just as you guys get a good conversation going, drop the bomb," I know, it's really bad advice but I tried my hardest. It's not like I'm an expert on love or anything.

"Can you tell me what kind of stuff Ash likes?"

"Um, he's into football and video games - typical guy stuff," I pause. Even though he's my best friend, I'm finding it extremely hard to describe what he likes. "Oh, yeah! He loves food! Food is basically what his life revolves around. I guess that's why we're best friends! We both have that factor in common!" Iris nods, as if she's taking notes.

"Thanks, May! You're the best! Maybe I should confess tomorrow at lunch time! You know, when he's eating!"

"Bad idea," I say. "He'll be so involved with his food that he won't even pay attention to what your saying. I'd suggest after he eats. Well, see you!" I stand up and stride off the bus, leaving Iris sitting there with a grin on her face. I wonder how her confession will go. I mean, Ash couldn't be into Iris... could he? I know him well enough to know that he's never been too keen on the popular girls, even though he is pretty popular. I thought he'd like someone like Misty, who he knew before high school. Or he could like Dawn... I mean, isn't it a coincidence that the day Dawn starts, he comes to me for advice on girls?

"I'm home!" I yell, running up the stairs. I throw my bag and blazer on to the bed and flop down next to them. I'm not sure if I should confront Ash about my suspicions or should I wait for him to admit it? It's so obvious, yet so... easy to be wrong.

"May! Come down!" Max, my little brother hollers up the stairs. I sigh and obediently make my way down.

"Yes?" I say when I get to the bottom of the staircase.

"It's tea time!" Max exclaims, running into the dining room. I follow him.

All throughout my meal, I think about how Ash must be feeling, whether or not to confront Ash and if I should tell him about Iris...