So, anyway...
Sorry to everyone for the *one day, I think* delay. Please don't make me limp. :(
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And...erm...yeah, the prom was at their OLD school, when they were sophomores or something, maybe. I planned them to be juniors after prom, but I'm not sure how USA high schools work. So, yeah...Er...can they actually mix school proms together? I dunno, so let's just skate over that part, yeah?
Yes, Mary-Lynette is also new.
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Chapter 2
KPOV
"You're late, Miss Jordan and...the other Miss Jordan," Mr Johnson said, glaring at them on Tuesday morning.
"Sorry, sir. Won't happen again." Rashel grinned.
"Take a seat."
Keller took the sit closest to her and slumped down, burying her head in her arms.
Hey, Keller never insisted she was a morning person.
"Raks – I mean, Keller?"
Oh, no.
"No, this is Rashel." Keller said bluntly.
"No, you're not," Rashel said indignantly from behind her. Poppy, who was apparently beside her, giggled.
"Shut up, 'Shel," Keller growled, head still slumped.
"You look like shit, Keller," Poppy said happily. "What did you do? Wrestle a crocodile?"
"It was close," Keller mumbled, thinking of the morning events. "Rashel in the morning is not a nice Rashel."
Galen chuckled lightly.
"No one asked for your opinion, pretty boy."
"Sorry, Keller."
Keller shot up immediately, "you called me Keller...without almost saying Raksha first!"
"This is the most active Keller has been without her coffee," she heard Rashel murmur and Poppy giggle some more.
"Totally ignoring that, 'sis."
"Sorry!" Laugh.
"Miss Jordan!"
Ah, Mr Johnson is such an impatient man sometimes.
"Which one? Me or 'Shel?" Keller asked groggily.
"I don't care. Just listen."
"Killjoy," Keller muttered, raking her fingers through her hair and rolling her eyes.
"As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted –" "Hey, you're the one who interrupted my sleep!" "– I will be splitting you up into pairs, and you guys are gonna be Biology partners for the rest of the year."
A lot of groans and a few 'yeah, whatever's.
"Okay...Alice and Kenan. Denise and Michael..."
"Oh, dear God. Make him stop," Keller muttered, covering her ears.
It didn't stop her from hearing Galen's chuckling, though.
And really, it wasn't that bad a sound.
QPOV
Quinn sighed. Another pair-up-for-the-rest-of-the-year thing. Great.
"...Ash and Mary-Lynette – " "Yes!" "NO!" " – John and Rashel...I meant Raksha. Yes, Raksha – " Quinn growled at the use of his first name while the girl, Raksha, did the same.
"I'm daring you to call me that again, gay lord," he heard her muttering and grinned.
This was going to be an interesting year.
"...Galen and Rashel." Quinn looked up at saw the green-eyed one look at Galen and grin.
"...And Poppy and Phillip. You may change your seats now."
KPOV
"You get over here. I'm too tired," Keller said, closing her eyes.
"Tch, fine." The scraping of a chair as pretty boy left and someone settled in again. Keller opened an eye to look at him.
"So...what's your name, Miss Jordan?" the boy asked in a politely curious tone.
"You can call me Keller. You?" Keller grinned lopsidedly.
"You can call me Quinn," Quinn imitated her.
"Got an eye on my sister, haven't you, Mr Quinn?" Keller asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
QPOV
If Quinn had to describe Keller in one word, it would be blunt.
"Don't know what you're talking about, Raksha."
"Gimme a break, John. I'm not blind."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Keller."
"You're so cute when you're in denial."
"Am not."
"Cute? Yeah, don't know what I was thinking."
RPOV
"I don't know what he said, and I don't wanna know. But you've been sitting with him for three classes straight now," Rashel complained.
"Jealous, sweetie?" Keller asked in a high-pitched voice, and then laughed. "It's called maintaining a good brother-sister-ly relationship. Bonding time, you know?" Keller said, then added, "sorry if I've been neglecting you. Promise it won't happen again."
Rashel sighed. "Pinky swear?"
"Pinky swear." Keller said in a tone that suggested she was dealing with a five-year-old child and laughed.
Suck-ishly boring chapter. But it'll get better. I'm trying to not let it become a 11-chapter-fic like my last one. I – personally – feel that it's too short.
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