"C'mon, let me kick her ass… Please. It won't take me long." Rouge begged me angrily. After that whole incident with Sally, she's been fuming and rambling on nonstop about plotting her murder. After I told her not to do anything like that, she's toned down a bit, but still threatened to hurt the chipmunk. As much as she deserved to get her ass beat, violence is never the answer.

At least, that's the way I see it.

"Rouge, for the 1,756th time, you will not beat up Sally over something petty. It's ridiculous. You're freaking 19 years old. The bitch is 17. Don't you think that MAYBE you could get arrested for fighting a minor?" I sternly looked at her and hissed.

"Well, if I get arrested, then it'll be worth it." She hissed back.

"Rouge…"

"Fine then, give me like 5 minutes with her and I'll make sure you won't notice me kicking the shit out of her." She pounced her fist in the palm of her hand, growling inwardly as I looked at her in a blank expression.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed.

"Oh, come on Pinkie! At least let me punch her! Just one punch and that's it!"

"Rouge! Just let it go!"

She glared daggers at me and turned away from me quickly, huffing and walking faster than our normal pace. "Fine." She said, sounding suspiciously calm.

I'm so going to regret that later.

We reached the school in antagonizing silence 20 minutes later and I sighed.

Yes, I know. I sigh a lot. Come at me, bro.

Fox Hall Academy is a 4-story colonial styled prestigious school that had pillars shining radiantly of marble and granite in front of the school, creating a wide entrance for the students to walk in. They also had built in sensors to alert the faculty if a student tries to smuggle an illegal item in school. Automatic 5-day suspension. This school is pretty laid back, as long as you don't get yourself into trouble.

Once inside, the Grand Hallway is like a grand ballroom, but a tad smaller. Marble floors that's so clean, you can probably eat your lunch off of it. Paintings of previous headmistress and headmaster from back then, hung on the West wall. A gold plated, 7 shelved trophy case, filled entirely of trophies, stood proudly by the East wall. The North wall had mahogany wood double doors, the entrance to the lockers and classrooms.

I walked through those doors and went to find my locker. The lockers are gold and silver plated, individual lockers that stood from the floor up. The hallway is wide, so you don't have to squeeze through to get to your destination.

Once I found my locker, I put in my combination and went to put my books up. My locker was a clean one. And I know what you're thinking. Shouldn't I have pink girly mirrors and pictures of super hot celebrities and my crush decorated all over my wall? Well, news flash. I'm not dense. My in simple and plain. I don't need all of those things.

I went in my bag to find my AP Economics textbook when my locker slammed shut. I jumped so hard, I dropped my books.

"Hey, what the hell was that for?" I didn't look up. I went on my knees and picked up my books and glitter pens (okay I may not have the mirrors in my locker, but don't judge when I have the glitter pens. I mean, who doesn't like glitter?) Off the ground, when I noticed the iconic red shoes with a white stripe going across each of them and had a gold buckle on the outside. My breathing got caught in my throat and my eyes widened, as I looked up to see the most gorgeous and most popular guy in school, Sonic the Hedgehog smiling down at me. I blushed at my earlier behavior and stood up quickly.

"Hey, sorry about that. I didn't mean to scare you, Amy. I just wanted to talk to you." His smooth, deep voice made my spine tingle.

"N-no! I'm sorry! I thought you was Rouge." I stammered, and his grin grew wider.

"It's no big deal. Don't worry about it. I know how you're feeling pretty stressed out after your encounter with Sally this morning."

My expression immediately faltered. Sally? Why is Sonic talking about Sally?

"Oh, that." I said in pure disgust, but quickly looked up to see if Sonic noticed that I hated her.

He did.

"I know Sally has her ways, but give her a chance. She's a cool and a very sweet gal. Like me." My jaw dropped at that. Is he kidding me right now? Sally, and sweet doesn't go together. Not by a long shot.

"Right… Let's go with that…" I managed to say slowly, in the nicest way possible.

"What the hell so you think your doing with my boyfriend, you bitch?"

My day just got worse. Sally's voice sounds like a train that crashed into a wall of scrap metal. And ran over a cat.

Kill me.

"What are you-" I was cut off by Sonic running over to Sally and swooped her up off of her feet, spinning her around. It's like watching a sappy romance movie. Except this was revolting instead of sappy. I even threw up a little in my mouth.

Then I froze, realization hitting me like my mom had whacked me with a skillet.

Sonic… was dating Sally?

To confirm my speculation, Sonic brought her down into a kiss, a kiss that seemed like he really cared for her. My body started shaking, my fists clenching and unclenching. I was on the verge of tears, so I bit my bottom lip for me to keep me from sobbing uncontrollably. I put my head down. My world came crashing down. My hopes and dreams with me being with Sonic, shattered into a million pieces. I wanted to ask him to be mine later on today.

Now it's too late.

Sonic stopped kissing Sally and noticed my entire demeanor had changed, acting like he cared about my feelings. He probably did, but right now, I didn't really give a shit anymore.

"Uhhh, Amy, are you okay?"

I took in a shaky breath, but didn't look at him. I kept my head down as a tear fell down my cheek. My bottom lip trembled, me being dangerously close to balling like a big baby, but I tried hard not to let that happen.

"Y-yeah.. I'm… I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

He let go of Sally and took a step closer to me, but I backed away. He seemed taken aback slightly by this.

Sally took the opportunity to make my fantasy world, become a black, empty void of nothingness.

"Sonic? I love you." I can hear the smugness dripping from those words like acid.

"Uhh, I love you too, Sal." Sonic scratched his head and smiled awkwardly at her.

I took the opportunity to run away, dropping my books and my necessities on the marbled floor, sobbing. I raced past everyone who looked at me with concern and worry, wanting to know why there's drama so early in the morning. I was angry, and I didn't give a shit about anyone's comments right now.

"Amy? Amy! Amy, come back!" I even went past Rouge, who lost interest into talking to her other friends, and worried about me. I didn't stop running though. Her voice seemed distant to me, echoing away from me.

I turned away from the locker area and went to the Student Services office and sat down in a chair. I covered my face with my knees and arms and just balled. Hard.

I crushed on Sonic since elementary school. It was when I just moved in from the Mobotropolis zone and I was starting my first day of school at Knothole Elementary School. I walked into my new classroom and sat down at my desk, when Sonic first approached me, and asked me if he can borrow a pencil. I didn't have any pencils. I only had my glittery pens, so I gave him my blue one. He looked at it and smiled. Then he laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

I was confused for a moment, having no clue as to why he started laughing like that.

He then asked me, "Who uses glittery pens?"

I stated, "Who DOESN'T use glittery pens?"

He looked at me and gave me his signature cocky side grin. "Me."

I just started laughing. That statement wasn't funny in the least, but I found it funny. Sonic was confused for a moment, then joined in on the laugh fest.

That's when I started crushing on him.

Now it wasn't relevant anymore.

"Stop crying. It's getting annoying." An unfamiliar deep voice said to me, in utter disgust.

I slowly looked up, and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

A pair of crimson orbs stared at me intensely. He was a black hedgehog, his quills had red stripes running along the top. He had an irritated frown plastered on his gorgeous face, and had a slight snarl, visibly showing his sharp fangs.

His body was huge, big biceps, his chest bulging out of his shirt, white tufts of hair poking out from the top. Maybe that's what made it big. But with arms like that? Very unlikely.

I have to admit, he is undeniably sexy, but right now, I did not care about his looks or any of that.

I was angry before. But after that comment, I was downright pissed.

"What gives you the right to talk to me that way?" I spat, venom dripping off of each word.

He wasn't fazed. "It's call the First Amendment. Look it up." He spat back. Just who the fuck does he think he is?!

"I don't even know you and you're starting shit with me! Why are you even talking to me in the first place? Just leave me alone, goddammit!" I snarled and put my head back on my knees.

I was being too much of a bitch, but right now, I didn't care. I just want to be alone right now.

"I'm trying to concentrate on studying the map of this school, but your uncontrollable sobbing is preventing me from doing so. If this is about someone breaking your heart or whatever, take it somewhere else. To someone that actually gives a shit." He snarled. Ouch…

My bottom lip trembled again, tears forming in my eyes again. He just met me and he's being such a dick! Well, I can't talk because I was a dick too, but he's a major one!

I stood up abruptly and I gave him my hardest glare that I could manage.

"Fine then. I'll just go. Don't want to disturb you any longer, your Highness." I started walking off., then stopped by the door. "Oh, and you should see a urologist, so they could help get your head out of your ass, you fucking dick."

He froze and his eyes widened slightly. I just walked out and went to my classroom, preparing for the day to just end.

Just who was that dickhead anyway?

Hey everyone. I'm so very sorry for the extremely long wait. I was too busy stressing and trying to do my schoolwork. But I'm back… somewhat… and trying to update as quick as I can.