Zelda belongs to Nintendo.
Dara belongs to girlfriend.
The over weight teacher stomped into the classroom. She was pissed off for she hated her job with a passion. Sometimes she regretted being a teacher, but it helped pay the bills. Link looked up at the teacher and managed to fake a smile. The teacher twitched as she saw her new student was a perky one.
"Ugh… You are so fucking annoying…" The teacher complained, rolling her eyes.
Link's confidence went down even more. Dara woke up as she heard the teacher talking. Her eyes adverted up to her teacher.
"Meg-chan… You're annoying when you nag..." Dara moaned as she stretched.
Link watched Dara stretch and turned a dark crimson as he watched. He quickly looked down at his desk and tried to keep himself distracted from perverted thoughts. He was always told to not be a pervert, for people would hate him if he was. This is what he was told anyways. And since most guys his age were complete perverts, they found him weird for not being a pervert. He swallowed hard as he kept trying to push all of the wrong thoughts to the back of him mind. Obviously he was failing. Meg-chan looked at the new student as did Dara. They both were wondering why he was so red and making such a ruckus with his desk. He felt their eyes watch his every move and nervously looked up at them.
"Greeeeeat… The new student is crazy." Meg-chan rolled her eyes once again and went to writing on her board.
Dara and Link just stared at each other. Their eyes glancing over every detail on each of their bodies, Link turned even redder while Dara just gave him a look like he was a deviate or something. The silence was irritating, but neither of them wanted to speak to each other. This went on for about a few minutes, but it felt like hours. Meg-chan couldn't take it anymore. She hated silence with a passion, which is why she always spoke. It at least broke the eerie silence that drifted in the classroom. She turned around, loudly stomping her feet on the ground.
"Goddamn!" She shouted. Dara and Link both looked up at her. Link shivered as he was being yelled at, her voice was very rasp and it was just completely aggravated. While Dara was use to it by now, so she learned to just not listen. "Either talk to each other or leave the classroom. I don't like it when it's completely silent and you know it. Now, since you are new Mr. Blonde boy, I suggest meeting a new friend. And Mrs. Little smart ass, since you have no friends, why not go and try to make some."
Dara rolled her eyes at that comment and went back to her desk. Link quietly sat back down. He didn't realize that she was asleep until Meg-chan came in, so maybe he still had a chance to be her friend. But after the awkward silence, he was unsure whether or not to even speak to her. But then again, maybe she was just shy. Maybe she was a new student too..? But then how did she know the teachers name? It didn't make all that much sense to him, but he was still determined to at least become an acquaintance with her. He causally walked over to her desk and sat on the one that was to the right of her. Dara glanced up at him and gave him a strange look.
"Uhh… Yes..? Can I help you..?" She questioned.
Link swallowed hard once again and smiled nervously at her. "Um… I was just going to say hi…" He answered. "My name is Link… What is yours?"
She just eyed him oddly. She wasn't in the mood to talk to someone who would simply waste her time. "Dara." She answered.
"Cute name…" He complemented.
Dara mumbled something and just went back to looking through her English text book. He was getting the vibes that she was not interested at all, but he still wanted to try to be her friend. Though, he would have to admit, it was rather stupid of him to say something like that right when he met her. Many questions came to his head as he tried to think of something to talk about. But his lips wouldn't speak the words. He bit his bottom lip as he tried to ask a simple question. Such as "how are you?" or "do you want to hang out sometime?". It seemed easy, it sounded easy to ask something that simple. But the fear of rejection or looking like an idiot scared him. Dara was waiting for him to leave, but he didn't even move. It was pestering her that he wasn't even moving. Couldn't he get that she simply was not interested in him? She sighed and sat up.
"Sorry… I don't exactly like people breathing down my neck…" She picked up all her stuff and walked over to a desk that was more in the front.
Link felt a little bit upset. For he knew that she had just rejected him with that sentence. He went back to his desk and quietly sat back down. About twenty minutes later, students were filling classrooms up. It was getting much noisier as students entered, talking about the latest gossip or speaking of their plans for the up coming weekend. Meg-chan sighed as the noise was starting to get intolerable.
"GUNG! DARA!" Shouted some random student.
He ran up to her and hugged her from behind. It was obvious that she did not like this. Her ex friend, Perverted Link, was the one hugging her. He didn't like knowing that she never wanted to be his friend. So he just keeps on insisting that he is her friend. He had always loved Dara, and never likes to be rejected by her. Two teenage boys walked over there and tried to drag Perverted Link away from Dara. Their names were First Link and Ryoma. They were also her ex friends. And they understood what that meant, unlike Perverted Link. Ryoma and First Link kept on whispering something to him, trying to get him away from her. But this was Perverted Link, and he wasn't the kind of person to just leave. Dara tried to ignore this. This was something common and happened almost every morning. Link watched curiously as her ex friends argued with each other. He was assuming that she was friends with them, he had no idea that she was completely friendless and that she hoped to stay that way. Meg-chan turned around and looked at her students who were wondering around in the classroom. She cleared up her throat and began to yell.
"Everyone sit down!" The students instantly began to head to their desk. "Time to start your little quiz."