Game 'Breaking' Angst

You were standing in front of your high school doors, debating on whether or not you should just say 'fuck it' and skip school. Your brother would be irritated, but you're 89% sure he wouldn't yell at you. But you had a Science test today, so that lowered your chances by about...89%.

Fuck. That.

And you remembered how badly Ara had freaked out over the sudden Science test that she had forgotten to study for, and you weren't about to leave your friend to die in fifth period because you wanted to skip. Ara really knows how to play with your heart. You pushed open the doors just as the five minute bell rang, making you walk faster to your locker about twenty feet from the door. First period: Spanish. Oh dios tiene usted una relación de amor y odio con esa clase.*

You grabbed your large binder that you throw absolutely all of your folders and homework in and grabbed your Spanish notebook. No test today, but there was a test tomorrow. You're gonna have a fun week.

Well, Spanish wasn't too difficult, until you realized that he started calling on you the most. Did Richian have something against you today or something? Or was it just God being a dick again? You began to sigh, but it was cut short when you collided with another student. You cursed loudly and fell to the ground, your binder and Math notebook scattered around you.

"Oh! [Name]! I'm so sorry!" You heard a familiar voice that made all of your anger dissipate instantly. It was only Ara, who was currently gathering up your supplies and apologizing over and over like a broken record.

"Hey, it's fine, Ara," You said, standing up and grabbing Ara's book. "I shouldn't have been in La La Land." You let a small smile grace your lips to reassure her. She nodded slowly and you exchanged items.

"I didn't know you started reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, [Name]," Ara looked down at the book you stacked on top of your Math notebook. "I thought you didn't like the first one."

"Yeah, well, I lied." You grinned, glancing down to make sure you hadn't lost your place. You really did wish you could go to Hogwarts and become a witch/wizard. Though you could do without the whole Voldemort thing.

"Well, we're gonna be-" Ara was cut off by the bell, officially marking you two as tardy to Geometry. You both exchanged fearful glances. Vapor and Echo were going to kill you in the most brutal way possible. Oh boy, this was gonna be a fun period.

"Oh yay, we're done!" you shouted happily at the sky while walking out of the building, getting a few glances of curiosity in return. Ara rolled her eyes and kept her head down. Seeing her predicament, you offered her your right headphone, which she graciously took. Oh, how you loved electronic and classical music. And combine that shit together, and you find your eargasm. All of the eargasms. All of them.

Ara giggled. "It wasn't that bad, [Name]. Besides, I owe you for thinking up an excuse as to why we were late. Wanna go to Sieghart Cafe?"

You cringed at the memory of how Elsword had teased you and Chung last time you had went there. But you had to admit, the coffee was the best thing your taste buds had the honor of tasting. Elesis was a wizard in the kitchen, according to Elsword. Lucky little shit was a witch, not a wizard. But eventually, Ara's puppy eyes won you over and you decided to head over to the cafe.

"Did someone say cafe?" Elsword slid up beside Ara, his eyes flicking over the two of you. "I was heading there myself. I have to work today, so why don't I join you two?"

"U-um..sure, Elsword.." Ara mumbled, edging closer to you. Man, she was not good with people. Especially Elsword. Her small crush on the guy made it pretty hard for her to talk to him, let alone look at him.

You could hear Ara's plea for help in her reply to Elsword, and deciding to take Elsword's focus off of her, you said, "If you don't mind me asking, Elsword, just where did you come from? I didn't see you leave the school."

"Eh, you know I skip the last few periods if I don't feel like it." He grinned.

"Elesis..isn't she going to be mad?" Ara asked, her hand flying to the headphone you gave her to keep it from falling out.

"Probably. She'll beat me up later, but hey, not when we've got customers!" He laughed, patting Ara's shoulder, prompting her face to go red.

It was an awkward walk to Sieghart Cafe after that.

"So, is it just you two (ladies)?" Elesis said, eying her brother suspiciously.

"Yes, it is." you replied, shuffling your feet nervously. The look Elesis was giving Elsword made him chuckle nervously, and it wasn't helping your uneasiness either.

Elesis smiled and said, "Then come over to the back left table. I'll take your order after I'm done..talking to my dear brother."

He's so screwed.

Ara sat across from you, her eyes flicking left and right, her usually pale cheeks were tinted a bright pink. You grinned and leaned closer to her, trying to meet her eyes.

"So, how was that walk with your boyfriend?"

Ara jumped, her face glowing red. She tried to scowl at you, replying, "N-no! He's not my.."

"Not yet~!" you sang, poking her warm red face. She batted your hand away frantically, pursing her lips tightly together. While you would've loved to keep teasing and poking at her, a certain voice caught your attention.

"Oh! Hi Elesis! I'm sorry I'm late, the crime in this city never sleeps!"

Your head snapped toward the voice, and lo and behold, it was Aisha.

Aka: The fucking pickled dick-biscuit that stole your El Chaser.

She must've felt you staring at her, because she turned your way, and the instant your eyes met, she beamed. It was a happy, friendly smile, but you knew better. You could see the evil in those adorable violet eyes.

Evil.

She turned, said something to Elesis, who glanced over at your table and nodded, and then headed towards your table, stopping at your side of the booth.

"Hey, [Name]! I didn't know you liked to come here."

Ara was glancing at you two curiously. "You two...know each other? [Name], wait, you actually went outside?"

You sighed in defeat, and proceeded to explain to Ara how you met the little asslamp that was Aisha, who slid beside you in your booth, making you scream internally.

"So, yeah. You still need to give me my game back, Aisha."

"Oh! Yeah!" She smiled again, handing you the case from the small purse you realized she was carrying. It was a miracle she wasn't in costume, but rather, a nice purple, white, and blue sundress. Little angel choir, welcome back to the wonderful mind of [Name].

"Woah, you got El Chaser?" Ara gaped at the game in your hands.

"Yeah, the last one there. But..you didn't play it after I left, did you..?"

"Ehehe..." Aisha laughed nervously, shuffling her feet. "Maaaybe...just a little..okayIbeatthegameokay?"

"You..what."

"I'm sorry, [Name]." Aisha looked down, an uneasy smile on her face. You rolled your eyes and released a few curse words in your head. Words that will not be repeated in this fanfiction.

"Sorry for the wait, whatcha gonna order?" Elsword's voice snapped you out of your internal tantrum, and you gazed at him with a look that could rival a stoner's.

"Hmm?"

"Ah..[Name], what do you want to order?" Ara rescued you from your daze, and you nodded, ordering an iced coffee.

"Pfft..you're such a white girl, [Name]," Aisha giggled. "I'll have what Ara's having."

"Oh..tea?" Ara said, tilting her head. "I didn't know you liked tea, Aisha."

"Well...you did just meet me, after all. We can bond over our love of tea!" Aisha fist-pumped, a childish tone in her voice. You couldn't resist laughing at Aisha's antics, they were the oddest thing you've ever seen. And you're pretty odd, so..yeah.

You decided to check on your game, making sure that Aisha had actually put the game in the case and not left it in the console at her house. Otherwise you'd go bananas.

"Hey, [Name], what are-" Aisha stopped when she saw you opening the case, and you could see the world exploding in her eyes. You opened the case and..

The disk. Was. Cracked.

Shit was gonna go down.

DUN. DUN. DUUUUUUUUNNN!

*Oh God do you have a love-hate relationship with that class.