Hello again! This was originally part of the first chapter-ey thingie, but I thought it sounded better ending where I ended it on here, which is why this is really short. I have more written, but it's all stuff at the end of the movie and 'cause I want to post chapters in order, I won't post those for a while. Annddd I wasn't going to put a love interest for Azayla in my story, but while writing the chapter that I will probably post next, it sorta wrote itself and insisted that there be one. Anyway, thank you for reading!
~Rebekah
The attention span of a sparrow
Azayla didn't wait for Peter after class. She was determined to get to class on time... well, somewhat determined. She had the attention span of a sparrow sometimes. Azayla made it to the rest of her classes on time, but when attempting to leave school, she ended up at the gym by the nurse's office. She asked the nurse for directions and after carefully following them, found the exit and Peter waiting for her. As she approached him, he started to walk and she had to jog a few steps to catch up. She shifted to match her pace to his and there was silence between them for a moment. Finally, Azayla spoke.
"Here," she said holding out an icepack. "For your face."
"Where'd you get that?" Peter asked, accepting it none the less.
"Somehow ended up by the nurse's office by the gym. Got it there," was the answer.
"Isn't your last class geometry or Greek or something?" Peter's words were slightly muffled by the icepack.
"Latin actually, room 404. Same area though. Why?"
"I thought so. Because the gym is on the other end of the school. How'd you end up there?"
"I got turned around!" Azayla replied defensively. Peter raised an eyebrow and she scowled.
"Seriously, Azayla?" Her scowl turned into a glare directed solely at Peter. "You could get lost in an empty room."
"Shut up, Peter. I could not! And besides, my photographic memory'll kick in any day now."
"Sure it will," he teased. She playfully punched him in the arm and he let her, but she was smiling again. "You don't really have photographic memory, do you." It was more of a statement than a question.
"No, but you don't need to tell anyone else that."
"Mmhmm. We'll see. If you take this road, you'll get to the house faster."
"'Kay. Hey Peter?" She waited for him to look at her before continuing. "Who was that blonde who was sitting next to you in class?"
Azayla had seen her picture on Peter's computer and after looking a few things up, already knew who she was, but was curious as to how he would answer.
"Umm, just a friend," he said, stumbling a little over the word 'friend'. Azayla smiled, trying not to laugh. Peter was such a terrible liar when it came to girls. "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't tell Aunt May that you think I was in a fight."
"How quickly you changed the subject," Azayla murmured, mostly to herself. "I won't tell her, but she'll notice and so will Uncle Ben, but he'll know."
"Yeah but he won't tell Aunt May."
"Neither will I then," Azayla promised. He gaev her a nod of thanks as they walked up the front porch.
