Evangeline was never the most extraverted person. Considering that, she and Warren should make good Mad Science partners, right?
So, I just wrote this in the course of about an hour. Hope you like it. Yay for brain sparks!
Disclaimer: Only own Evangeline, Edward, Emmett, Ella, and Elijah Emerson.
Spark – Chapter 4
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A few weeks had passed since the 96 on the project and the celebratory dinner. Summer was beginning to fade into fall, but as slowly as possible. Mr. Medulla's class was becoming increasingly harder, but not as gradually as the season change. Edward and Evangeline were still the soft spoken introverted students that spent every lunch together, avoiding people as much as possible. Warren, Will, Layla, Zach, Ethan, and Magenta were still inseparable as ever. Warren and Evangeline sat at their table, studying under a microscope the structure of human DNA compared to superhero DNA. They would whisper jokes back and forth as they looked through the eyepieces and laugh or giggle occasionally, much to Mr. Medulla's disapproval. Evangeline still felt slightly guilty about the way their dinner ended and it weighed heavily upon her heart.
"It doesn't seem to be doing anything extraordinary," Warren commented, writing the note down on the worksheet.
"Ah, normalcy," Evangeline sighed, making the same note. Warren let out a small laugh. She glanced seriously at the paper before pulling the slide out, placing it in the box, and replacing it with the superhero DNA slide.
"So, what are you doing tonight?" Warren asked nonchalantly. They had moved beyond most of the awkwardness of right after back into the same zone.
"Well, I've got ballet from four to seven, and then another late night of homework," Evangeline tacked on a small, forced smile. "What about you? I'll bet you've got a lovely evening of nothing planned."
"That is where you are wrong," Warren pointed his pen at her. "I've got a shift from three to eight, and then, like you, a long and late evening of homework."
Evangeline nodded. "I didn't know you had a job."
"For a few years now. Keeps me focused on everything." The two gazed at the slide, occasionally taking a few notes as they observed it. "Well, that's interesting," Warren leaned back.
"It is," Evangeline scribbled something down and sat her pen on the paper. "If only it was easier to interpret what it meant."
The bell rang loudly and Mr. Medulla dismissed them. The two grabbed their bags and headed for the door. "Well, enjoy your ballet," Warren smiled.
"I shall, and you enjoy your shift," Evangeline's tone held a hint of joking.
"Oh, that shall be a priority." The two laughed and left.
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Evangeline began to stretch at the bar. She was there way early, but she needed the extra time. She'd been too tense lately. It wasn't even three yet. Stephanie, the instructor, was listening to music for routines for all of her classes. Evangeline took deep breaths, taking caution and care with stretching. It was rather peaceful in the studio, pretty much alone with music softly playing. Warren was heading to work when he paused and looked in the studio window. He must have passed it a thousand times on his way to work and never really paid any attention to it. He smiled as Evangeline looked up. She certainly looked different with her long skirt and her hair tied back. Evangeline smiled, slightly confused. They watched the other for a moment before heading for the door. "Hey," Warren greeted her as she opened the door.
"Hey yourself," she let out a small laugh. "What are you doing here?"
"I was heading to work and just…" he gestured towards the studio. "…saw it. But what about you? I thought class started at four?"
"Ugh, Medulla's class has made me way too tense lately, so I needed extra stretching time."
Warren got a good laugh out of that. "Well, I should probably keep going."
"Yeah," Evangeline snapped out of the small daze. "Can't be late for the highlight of your day."
"Absolutely." Warren smiled. "See you tomorrow.
"Yeah, tomorrow." Evangeline went back in the studio but watched through the window as Warren continued down the street. She sighed, frustrated. This was one of those times when the guilt made everything worse. The door opened and closed, alerted by the tinkling of a bell.
"Hey, what's up, Eva?" a girl from the class asked, dropping her bag. She had brown hair with bangs, brown eyes, and was fairly short.
She shrugged. "Sam…"
Samantha immediately straightened up from her improved stretch. "What is it?"
"You know that pact we made?"
"The one when we were six or ten?"
"Ten."
"Yeah – I remember it. The one where we aren't aloud to date unless we drop out of school or drop ballet."
"Is there any chance that we might…I don't know, drop it?" Evangeline averted her eyes from Samantha's gaze.
"Does someone have a crush?" Samantha playfully punched her in the arm.
Evangeline sighed. "Well, I went out a few weeks ago…"
"That would be in direct violation of the pact," Samantha pointed out as she stretched forward.
"It was a celebratory dinner for a 96 on a project. Anyway, he asked if he could call me and I had to say no." Evangeline's tone was hesitant.
"And?" Samantha yawned.
"I feel really guilty about it because he's totally sweet, and handsome, and kind, and smart…" she looked off into space.
"One – you're rambling. Two – you're so crushing on…what's his name?"
"Warren."
"Right, Warren." Samantha sat down on the ground and looked up. "Well, I suppose, just for you, we could drop that little rule."
"What rule?" a boy with dark blonde hair who was extremely tall inquired as he came in.
"Oh, well, we're dropping the dating pact."
"The one from when you were ten?" he joined them in stretching.
"Garrett, how do you even know what we're talking about?" Evangeline sat down, stretching one leg out.
"Easy – everyone does," Garrett replied. "So, what's his name?"
"Warren," Samantha answered without thinking.
"Hmm, old fashioned. Fits well with Evangeline." Garrett nodded a little.
"Since when does everyone care about my social life?!" Evangeline jumped in.
"Since you decided to break the pact," Samantha took a sip from her water bottle.
"Goody," Evangeline rolled her eyes as she sat up straight.
"So, what does he look like?" Garrett interrupted.
"I thought you weren't…you know…the word…" Samantha evaded saying something.
"I'm not gay, Sam, we've covered that. I'm simply curious." Garrett answered crossly, putting his arms in front of him.
"He's about as tall as you," Evangeline pointed at Garrett, "with long, dark brown hair with red streaks…"
"That's promising," Garrett rolled his eyes.
"He also has dark brown eyes to match, wears black or red and black gloves," Evangeline ignored Garrett's remark.
"Ah, so now we're going for Goth boys, are we?" Samantha teased.
"Warren is not Goth. It's simply his style. You would have known this if you'd came earlier," Evangeline was slightly annoyed now with her friends insistent nagging.
"He was here earlier?!" Samantha questioned shrilly.
"He was going to work, saw me in the window, stopped to talk. No big deal." Evangeline tied her hair back a bit tighter. "Plus – I feel super guilty about my lame reason for why he couldn't call, which was the pact, which was your idea all along, Samantha." Samantha smiled sheepishly.
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So, we've introduced the ballet crew. Pretty please review!