Chapter 2: Another day, another quarrel

Amy went to school early; it was about 6:30 am when she left.

Pouting with clenched fists, and a face that can't be drawn, she walked to school (or rather stomp). As she comes to pass a stranger on the way, they avoided her when they noticed her vibe. She noticed all of these reactions towards her, so she calmed herself down and continued walking normally without disturbing any more souls.

After a long walk, she arrived at school. She entered the gates. The entire campus was filled with students in different year levels and sections. They were scattered all over the campus, each doing different things, some individually, some in groups of two's, three's and more. She walked across the hallway, and headed to her classroom.

Her day was bad enough already, (after being punished yesterday and was assigned at a task every afternoon which made her everyday schedule even more difficult) and it became worse when,of all people, she ran into that blue hedgehog (Sonic). She greeted him with a resentful glare and he returned one the same way.

Without saying a word, she snubbed him and entered her classroom. Sonic followed after, while he was, he mocked her by making weird faces behind her. Of course, Amy knew about it, and this irritated her, as it always did.

"Sonic," she said irritated, "stop that before your face freezes that way."

"Stop what?" he asked sarcastically (as if he doesn't know already).

Amy didn't reply, she rolled her eyes and proceeded to her seat and sat down. She placed her hands on her face; her friends saw her and came to her. Cream gently placed a hand on her back and stroked it in a comforting manner. Amy removed her hands; she turned to her and returned a sincere and gentle smile.

"Are you still upset about yesterday?" Rouge asked placing a hand on her shoulder.

"A little," she answered weakly.

"Don't worry Amy, it'll work out," Cream said cheerfully.

Amy smiled at her friends who are trying to comfort her. Not too long after, first period started. During the discussions, Amy poured all of her attention to their teacher, even when there are a lot of thoughts circulating in her mind, she set aside all of them in order to remain focused on their lesson.

Time had passed and there were a lot of new lessons they truckled. The school bell rang saying it was time for a break.

"Hey Amy let's go to the cafeteria," Rouge said.

"I think I'll pass, I'm not really hungry," She replied.

"You sure?" Rouge asked again.

"Yeah."

"Well, see you later."

"K."

Rouge and Cream went to the cafeteria for lunch leaving Amy on her own. She looked at the entire classroom. Everyone seemed to have gone, but when she continued to survey, she saw Sonic sitting on his chair and hasn't gone for lunch with his friends as well.

"Great, he's here too," she said in her mind "gosh, I think I'm cursed."

Sonic noticed her staring at him. "What are you looking at pinky?" he asked bitterly.

"What makes you think I'm looking at you," she said with the same tone and turned away quickly.

They crossed their arms on their chests, each having different thoughts about each other. They were silent for several minutes, not glancing at each other for even a second, still upset about what happened the previous day.

Sonic was unable to bear the stillness, so decided to be the first to speak.

"So, you're not hungry?" he asked breaking the silence.

"No," Amy replied.

"Hey about yesterday," he began.

"What about it?" she responded "you're apologizing?"

"No, I was going to say that it was entirely your fault."

"My fault!" she shouted facing him "it's my fault?"

"Entirely," he accused facing her as well.

"If you hadn't hit me with that ball…" she stood up.

"Well if you didn't attack me…." he shouted standing up as well.

"It wouldn't have happened!" they shouted in unison.

And there it went again, more and more verbal assaults thrown at each other.

"It was an accident!" Sonic pointed out.

"Oh please," she rolled her eyes "you're not going to use the same old excuse over and over."

"It's the truth,"

"Pffp, truth, you mean lie,"

They didn't know their voices were overlapping to the next classroom. A faint sound f it is also heard in the hallway (well they were shouting) and other students could hear it.

"There they go again," a nearby student said with a sigh.

"That's really getting old, "another one says.

"They're acting like kids," says another.

Both of them are known throughout school, well, because of their fighting. Some say that both of them really needs to be sent away, but others says it's quite romantic but there are some who says that it was a way Sonic says he likes Amy and she was just playing hard to get. No one really knows, but what is it really?

"Oh, I hate you!" she shouted stomping one foot.

"Really? I think the reason you're always trying to argue with me was because you want to be close to me as possible," he teased.

"As if," she said with disgust.

"Just admit it pinky, you like me, don't you?" he teased.

"I will never," she swung her arms on the sides "and I mean NEVER like you, if you were the last guy on earth!"

Sonic walked towards her. Amy backed away as when he was getting close, she glared at him and he just smirked.

Until he got extremely close, only a foot gap between them. He placed his arms on each her sides, trapping her between the wall and him. He leaned forward and narrowed his eyes.

"Are you sure?" he said gently. "Even if I'm the last?"

Amy blushed; she didn't look straight in his eyes when he was. He was inches away from her, she thought he was trying to do something to her, like maybe, press his muzzle on hers. She froze for a moment, and then she shoves him away from her, while blushing furiously.

"See, that's your weakness, you can't handle being around with guys," he pointed out.

He was right, she wasn't really comfortable around men, she was brave enough to go against them, but when they come close her like what Sonic did, she gets vulnerable.

"Shut up!" she yelled not looking at him.

"I may ask, what's with that?" he crossed his arms on his chest.

"It's none of your concern," she answered bitterly not wanting to discuss it.

The bell rang again, and one by one the student came in. Amy was relieved she doesn't have to entertain him with his curiosity of her weakness. And class began again.