Octavia crashes into me outside of one of the classrooms.
"Where have you been?" She yelps.
"I'm only a couple of minutes late for class..." I shrug.
"Flooralocka...it's been several hours."
"But...that makes no sense!" I check my watch...it's conveniently missing.
"Of course it does!" She looks at me weirdly, eyebrow raised, "Are you on drugs?"
"DRUGS 'R QUEUE-L!" Comes a loud voice from behind us. I whip around to see who's mispronouncing such easy words.
Oh God.
Standing with her arms folded, her beauty luminous despite her deep scowl, is Rebel.
And the suit dude is still beside her.
"Uh...Whaaaaat?" I mutter, glancing at Octavia.
She doesn't look fazed, she just leans closer to me.
"She means 'drugs are cool'." She mutters.
What? Why didn't she just say that?
"Hue 'r oo?" Rebel asks.
"Uh..." Christ, what's my made-up name again? "Flooralocka."
"I M Revel." Eh? "I M a goff b t w."
"Ooookay..." I look at Octavia properly, "What?"
"She gets her name wrong a lot..." Octavia shrugs, "Just go with it."
"So...uh..." I can't think of a single thing to say to her.
"Dew oo lick MCR?" She asks.
I look at Octavia again.
"Oh for the love of..." She sighs, moving between myself and Rebel, "She's asking if you like My Chemical Romance."
"Uh...yeah, they're kinda alright." I try not to think of my giant obsession with them.
That would just make things awkward.
"Ge-roar-d ish sue how-t." Rebel grins, "N' goffic."
"Gerard is so hot and gothic." Octavia says, her voice montone.
"Bright red hair and hyperactive cartoon-y situations are gothic?"
"OMG oo 'r suck a prep!" Rebel shrieks suddenly, causing me to jump back, "Kiln har Sebby!"
Suit dude sighs deeply.
"Yes, my lady."
Oh please no.
Why is this school full of things I like?
"Hey, Flooralocka?" Octavia grips my arm.
"Yeah?"
"RUN."