Students spilled into the hallway and hurried off to their various destinations; everyone with the exception of a certain brunette and her blonde friend, Tara. She slammed her locker shut as she turned to look down the hall at her biological sister. "Why did you have to show up now?" she practically snarled, knowing full well that her statement wasn't going to be heard. Tara calmly closed her locker as she stared in the direction of her friend's haughty stare. Shaking her head, she looked over her books one last time before placing her hand on her friend's shoulder. "Come on, Bonnie. She probably doesn't even have the same classes as you." She made pause as she felt the shoulder grow tense underneath her grasp. "Then again, I thought you said she was the only sister that you didn't mind being around." A sigh escaped the brunette's lips as she visibly relaxed. "No, it's not that T. I wouldn't mind being in the same class as her, especially if it means getting some answers. It's just that I didn't expect her to be here since she said that she'll be coming on Thursday." Seeing the change, they walked off to their class.
Upon reaching their destination, they opened the door in all smiles. Those smiles quickly melted away when they noticed that there were only two chairs left, one on either side of the aforementioned. Bonnie smiled softly as she went to take a seat on the left side of her, leaving Tara to take the seat closest to the door. Maybe she can tell me why she was gone for so long. Opening her notebook, she sighed as she began to copy the notes on the board. Whatever it is, I'm sure she'll tell me. She had just finished taking down the homework when she felt eyes on her.
Turning to come face-to-face with teal and blonde, she would've jumped if she didn't wish to cause a scene. A tense silence washed over them as the twins just had a staring contest. "Want help with the homework, I just finished." The brunette just stared at her in disbelief before she gave her a calculating look. I wonder if our telepathy is still as strong as when we were younger. The blonde-streaked brunette simply turned and started to work out the problems with ease as she walked her through the steps. By the time the bell rang, Bonnie left in a daze by how much she now understood. However, a hand to her shoulder helped bring her back to Earth. Seeing who had just scared the Louie Viton out of her, she narrowed her eyes.
In an instant, the hand was swiftly removed and an easy smile spread across her twin's face. "Easy, Delle, Tara told me that you wanted to see my schedule." A nervous chuckle emerged from the girl as she accepted the paper from the outstretched hand. She quickly noted that they shared Biology and Chemistry in addition to Calculus. Looking back at her twin, she raised her brow at the uncanny calm coupled with a lopsided grin that spread across her face. Wow, she resembles Dean even more when she does that. What is it with that easygoing nature of his? She almost missed the smile shift into a smirk. Blinking, she handed back the paper to the still smirking young adult.
Why do you care? I just wish you wouldn't dodge your main goals. If you got something to say, just say it.
Blinking, the color drained from her face as she recognized that she had not said anything. Yet, the thought was so swift and unwanted that she shuddered inwardly. He's my best friend and I like his upbeat attitude; sue me. Narrowing her eyes at the culprit, she added with a scoff: Just because you're my sister, doesn't mean that you can get away with what you're saying to me. A moment of icy silence passed before the two visibly relaxed and a smile broke out onto their faces. "So, what's your next class Delle?" the aforementioned looked down at her own schedule before she gave an immediate response. "I've got Communications with Tara." Nodding, she went off to find a certain blond and redhead so that she could get to class. I can't say that I didn't enjoy hanging out with my sister. She blew a haggard breath as she went to her locker. She was met with who she had been looking for along with Monique talking animatedly to someone she couldn't see. But now she wants to know about what happened and why I took so long to come back when I was supposed to be here by freshman year of college. Tapping Monique, she waited patiently until she was acknowledged. Once the African-American laid eyes on her, she side stepped without a moment's glance. How do I explain what the "circumstances" were?
Turning to enter the combination into her locker, she was more than a little surprised when a pair of slender arms wrapped around her waist. "Hey, Z. Could you be careful with her, she's been getting surprise attacks all day." She quickly relinquished her hold on the teal-eyed brunette. "Sorry. Tanya, it's been a while." Blinking, she whirled around to regard the Latina she had thought she'd never see again. Looking her over, she smiled softly as she nudged her with her hip. "Z, I know it's been like forever since we saw each other last." Giving her a quick hug, she turned back to her locker to remove her books for Journalism. Closing the door with a gentle click, she turned to Monique. "Well, we don't wanna be late for class. If Ms. Mackenzie is anything like I've heard, I'd rather not get on her bad side." The group shuddered simultaneously at the name of the grouchy widow of thirty-four. "So, we'll hafta hook up at lunch." With that, she hugged the others before she and Monique high-tailed it to class.