Tartle
Jade glared at the dark haired boy who had his arm wrapped around Tori. Jade didn't know much about the guy, but after doing some snooping around, she learned that the annoying guy was a new transfer student and Vega was the one assigned to show him around.
In the span of two hours Jade hated him. He always made Tori blush and bite her lip nervously.
That was her job, not some punk new kid's.
And he was so touchy with the girl, what were they, a couple? Already?!
Jade shook her head at the thought, there's no way Vega would go for that would she?
Why do you care?
The question kept nagging and nagging at her until Jade came up with a reasonable answer. If Vega dated that loser, he would become a part of the "group" and she would have to see him all the time.
Why do you hate him?
Jade had an answer for that too. She hated everyone, she didn't need a reason to, she just did, and everyone knew that. Her little groups of "fiends" were the maximum amount of people she could tolerate at once.
What about Vega?
Jade ignored that question, like she always did. However, it was starting to pop up in her head more frequently, soon she would actually have to think come up with an answer.
Jade snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Tori giggle loudly at something the idiot said.
That's it.
Slamming her locker shut, Jade walked over to the pair, "So Tori, who's your bud here?"
Tori blushed, "Uh…..He's…" The guy just laughed, and nudged Tori playfully, "Yeah, Tori, who am I?"
Jade sent him another glare.
Is he really….
"Ha" Tori snapped her fingers "Marxelle" She smiled smugly at the boy.
He smirked, "Finally, only took you forever to learn my name"
Jade stared in a mix of shock and confusion, "What?"
Marxelle explained, "Tori here, keeps forgetting my name, so every time she introduces me to someone I tease her about it.
Tori shoved him, "Oh shut up, who name's there kid 'Marxelle' anyway" she grumbled out.
"Yeah, I no longer care" Jade said as she walked away, unable to keep the satisfied smirk off her face.
"I knew they weren't dating."
Yet
Tartle
Scottish – The act of hesitating while introducing someone because you've forgotten their name.