Annoying. Soul thought, walking down the hallway. So annoying .Just shut up. Be quiet. His eyebrows were knitted together and his mouth was curved into a scowl. Everyone cleared a path for him when they saw him, not because they were forced to but more because they were scared of what would happen if they didn't. It's too loud. A cacophony. Not music at all.
"What's got your panties in a twist?" a voice said. What an obnoxious voice. Soul thought. But he already knew who it was.
"Leave me alone, Black Star," Soul muttered. He had known Black Star since they were babies. The two had always been close, even when their places on the social food chain tried to tear them apart.
Black Star had always been athletic. At just two years old, he was able to dribble a soccer ball, throw a baseball, do a cartwheel and run faster than any other toddler on the block. He was good at any sport he tried and he tried many. His passion of the moment, however, was lacrosse. He spent most of his time hanging out with his thick-headed teammates although he always made sure to make time for Soul. Soul was more of a loner. He didn't like people. He just didn't get them. He preferred to spend his lunch periods with his iPod or down in the music room, playing the piano. But Black Star was always there for him on the rare occasion he did want to talk.
"No, seriously, dude," Black Star caught him by his shoulder and looked him in the eye. "You can tell me,"
Soul sighed and opened his mouth "I'm just-"
A shrill voice pierced through the silence. "Black Star!" Well, Black Star is there for me most of the time. Soul thought to himself.
Black Star turned from Soul to the source of the foul noise. "Yo, Blair!"
The scantily-clad brunette pouted. "I'm Risa!"
Black Star eyes widened for a moment before he blinked and shrugged. "Course, you are. I'm just playin' with ya, Reesie. You coming to the game tonight?"
She grinned. "Well, of course I am! Wouldn't want to you miss you playing!"
Black Star turned back to Soul. "Soul, you should come too." He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I can fix you up with some hot chi-"
He then realized Soul was all the way at the other end of the hall.
"Soul!" He shouted. Soul just kept on walking. "Hey, wait up! Where you going?"
"The music room," Soul called back, not bothering to wait up.