Krista's eyes flickered from the dry erase board and her notebook (in which she had barely written down anything and doodled a number of smiley faces) to the clock on the wall. She had never understood why teachers complained about students constantly looking at the clock when they made the clock so easy to see. She didn't even have to turn her head to see it, just dart her eyes over to the large black and white clock on the wall.

The clock currently read that it was only five minutes after two-thirty. Only twenty-five minutes remained until the bell rang and the first weekend of the school year arrived. Other students seemed antsy as well; the girl in front of her shook one of her legs under the table, and a boy a few seats in front of her constantly checked his watch.

The teacher droned on, though Krista just barely paid attention, catching a few words here and there. It wasn't as if she couldn't just borrow someone's notes later. And she would do that - later.

Hurry up, hurry up, she thought.

Could the clock move any slower?

Ever since she had been invited the day before, Krista had been counting down the time until the party. Ymir had even promised to drive her in a text from the night before.

She reached her hand into her pocket, wrapping her fingers around her phone. They stayed firmly wrapped around it, though Krista did not pull it from her pocket. Her teacher had already confiscated two phones earlier, and she didn't want to have hers taken away right before the weekend.

She bit her lip. She had never been one to try and get on a teacher's bad side, but he was so busy writing on the board...

Quickly, she pulled it from her pocket and kept it in her lap. Looking down, she checked the time on the screen and saw no new messages. Just as soon as her phone was out, it was back inside her pocket.

She checked the clock once more.

I guess the clock is right on time then. Krista thought. Her phone and the clock matched perfectly.

The teacher continued writing on the board. Krista looked back to the few notes that she had written down and began to retread them. It wasn't the most exciting thing to do, but she had to pass the time somehow without risking getting in trouble.

Ymir bit her lip and slowed her pace. Krista was humming, her feet doing a slight mix of walking and skipping.

What will she think of my car? Ymir thought.

It had been a birthday gift from her mother, given to her over the summer. Truly, Ymir had been touched by the gift, and thanked her mother for giving Ymir her own set of wheels, but her mother did not exactly have the cash to get anything new or fancy.

It was not a bad car by any means. Though it was used, it had few dents and a nice enough paint job. The seats were soft, the air conditioning, heater, radio, and CD player all worked, and it had never been in a wreck. It always started and didn't suck gas. Still, it wasn't the cleanest on the inside. Those food wrappers couldn't have been carelessly tossed out of the window (Ymir did not need a ticket for littering), but it was only then that she realized that she couldn't just keep the wrappers in her car either.

A lump rose in Ymir's throat, and her hands felt suddenly sweaty. The temperature seemed a few degrees higher, and she no longer could even look over at the blond.

Sasha, Hitch, Hannah, and Connie had all rode in her car before countless times (and had far too many fights over who got to ride shotgun than Ymir could count). At most, Hitch had complained. Ymir had rolled her eyes and let the words go in one ear and out the other. After all, Hitch complained about anything and everything.

Ymir's eyes locked with her car. "There she is, the Grand Duchess herself."

"You named your car?" Krista laughed.

Ymir's cheeks burned. "Well, uh, yeah." Her eyes ended up on her own reflection from the car's window. "I was just really excited to have her, er it. I guess I just got so happy that the idea of naming her - it - seemed like the normal thing to do."

"I like your version of normal." Krista grinned. "It sounds better than the regular normal."

Ymir's cheeks cooled and a smile spread across her lips. "Come inside. The passenger seat is all yours." She pulled her keys from her bag and clicked the unlock button. "First up, though, do you want to throw your backpack in the back?"

Krista nodded.

Ymir pulled the door open. The floor was dirty, covered in a sea of old food wrappers and magazines. Krista's eyes widened, but she made no comment and put her backpack up on the clean, empty seats. Ymir did the same afterwards.

What color are my car rugs again? Ymir thought.

Well, she couldn't find out now. She had a (really cute) guest with her, so she would just (desperately) need to clean her car out again later.

The two got inside the car and buckled their seat belts. Ymir turned on the radio and the air conditioner, but waited a few minutes for some other cars to leave the small school parking lot before backing out herself.

"So," Ymir said, looking over to her rear view mirror.

"So what?" Krista shot her a confused glance, her blue eyes wide.

"Hitch isn't expecting us to be over at her house for a little while. Until then, she has things to get ready. If you think my car is bad, then wait until you see Hitch's house."

Krista laughed. "Is it really that bad?"

Ymir shook her head, whipping her dark ponytail back and forth. "Nope, I just like to exaggerate. It makes life a little more interesting, you know?" She slowed her car as the traffic light changed from green to yellow. "Anyway, she really does need a little time to get things ready. How about we celebrate with some end of the first week ice cream? I know a great little shop that serves the best ice cream in the world."

"I would love to go with you, Ymir!" Krista raised an eyebrow. "But what do you mean by 'best ice cream in the world'? You aren't exaggerating on that one, are you?"

"Maybe." Ymir smirked. "Maybe not. I personally love the ice cream, and you might just see the light once you try it."

"Maybe," Krista parroted. "Maybe not!"

The two laughed, and the last remaining strands of worry vanished from Ymir altogether.

By the time the two got to Hitch's house, Krista had learned that Ymir had not exaggerated in the slightest. That ice cream had been wonderful, the store a little hidden away gem in between a shoe store and a hair salon. She ate two chocolate and vanilla swirl cones before deciding on taking a cup of strawberry ice cream to go.

"Good idea," Ymir commented, gesturing over to the white styrofoam cup in Krista's hands. "That stuff is definitely better than whatever Hitch has stuffed inside her freezer."

Krista wiped a bit of ice cream from the sides of her lip before leaving the car, using a napkin that she had brought from the shop.

"Just throw your napkin in the back, Krista. Believe me, it won't bother me."

Krista hesitated for a moment, holding her napkin over the back but never letting it leave her fingers.

"I'm serious." Ymir smirked. She was already standing up, her car door still open. Her hands were stuffed into the front pockets of her denim jeans. "I won't be mad at you if you do."

Krista let the napkin fall. It fell in a heap, and blended in with the rest of the forgotten trash inside of the car.

Krista got out, slamming the car door behind her.

As Ymir locked the car, Krista surveyed the house. It wasn't bad, a two story red brick home with a big front lawn. There were two large trees, which blocked part of the house, but enough to where Krista could tell that the outside looked rather neat.

"Hey," Hitch said when she opened the door. Her blond hair was messy, and she wiped a bit away from her eyes. "The other girls are already playing." Her eyes fell over Krista, and she grinned. "I didn't think that Ymir would actually bring a guest. Welcome to my place, and the name is Hitch." She reached her hand out.

Krista put her own hand out, expecting to shake but instead getting hit by a sudden high five. "Hello, Hitch. My name is Krista. Ymir has told me a bit about you."

"Oh, really? What?" She raised an eyebrow.

Ymir rolled her eyes and grunted. "Nothing that you don't already know, Hitch. Can we get in already?"

Hitch opened the door wider. "Be my guest."

Inside, it looked a bit better than what Krista had first imagined after hearing Ymir's earlier words. The TV room was large, and the flat screen TV, which covered half of the wall it stuck on, showed off a colorful game. Krista recognized the red head and brown haired girl that Ymir hung out with, though she had yet to catch their names.

"Guess who finally showed up?" Hitch said, following after the two.

"Hey!" the brown haired girl called.

"Did you bring a game?" the red head asked.

"Oh yeah," Ymir pulled a game disk from her pocket.

"You had that in your pockets all day?" Krista's eyes widened. How big were her pockets? Krista could just barely fit in her phone.

"Just be glad that she didn't have anything worse."

"Has anyone ever told you what a great comedian you are, Hitch?" Ymir asked.

"What do you mean?"

She smirked. "I'll take that as a no!"

Krista laughed. Hitch turned red, and Krista laughed harder. Ymir joined in.

"Come on," Hitch said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Let's play what Ymir brought. It's officially game night, and I want to try out something new."