You sort of resent the way he's able to just let things roll off of him.

Maybe it's envy. You don't really know.

"Are you going to finish that picture?" You ask quietly, gesturing to the weird ravens flying around the thorns. He shakes his head.

"Why?"

"I dunno. It's cool."

"Do you want it?"

"What?"

"Would you like the picture?"

"No, I can't take it from you. It wouldn't be right." You say, shaking your head.

And yet, he rips it neatly out of his notebook and hands it to you. You sigh and take it, putting it on the table as you take your binder out of your backpack. You're about to slip it into the front cover when you give it back to him. He raises an eyebrow.

"At least sign it first." You insist.

He laughs and signs the corner of the page, but it's more like an elaborate scribble than a name. You then proceed in making it the front cover of your binder, displayed proudly for everyone to see.

You hear the door open and turn to face the noise. A blonde girl holding a small slip of paper walks over to the teacher and hands it to him, earning a disapproving look, before walking to the table you're at and sitting down. She puts her purse on the floor and her mathbook and notebook on the table.

She has short blonde hair kept back in a black headband, along with black lipstick and dark purple eyeshadow, which makes her seem somewhat menacing despite the good-natured smile on her face.

"Sorry to interrupt, but this appears to be the only table left with available seats." She says politely, folding her hands on the table.

You look at her in disbelief.

And then at Dave.

And then at her.

And then at Dave again.

"What?" They say in unison, which exponentially increases the irony of the situation.

You laugh, putting your hand on your face.

"Oh my God, you guys. You look exactly alike." You say, leaning back in your chair. "I mean what the hell? Are you related or something? This is crazy!" You hiss, waving your hands for emphasis.

The girl looks at you skeptically.

"No, we are not related. And I know it is an opinion oriented observation, but I do not believe we look anything alike." She says, narrowing her eyes at Dave.

"Yeah, I hate to agree, but... We don't really look alike at all." Dave says with a nod.

You shake your head bemusedly.

"Anyway... Since I am fated to sit with you two for the rest of this term, I might as well introduce myself. My name is Rose." She says, holding out her hand.

"Oh, and I'm-" You begin, before being interrupted by an obnoxious ass.

"Ray-Bans. And I'm Dave." He says, taking her hand and shaking it.

You grumble, shaking her hand as well.

"Pleasure to meet you. Dave. Ray-Bans." She says with a small smile.

"Same goes to you." You say. "And just for the record...?"

"Hm?"

"My name isn't Ray-Bans."

"But it's a hell of a nickname! Am I right?" Dave says, and you sigh.

"No, it really isn't. It's actually kind of stupid."

"Ow, damn, my pride. Stupid is a strong word."

"Oh, shut up."

"You shut up."

"You started it."

"Both of you, quit your bickering," Rose laughs, "You sound like an old married couple."

"Yes, and I told him that he can't order any more prune juice. And what does he go and do? He orders more prune juice. Like, what the hell. Who does that." Dave says, feigning anger and disbelief.

You laugh, and the knotted feeling in your stomach gradually ceases.

Maybe making friends isn't as hard as you thought it would be.

Maybe you've already made three.

Sorry for the short chapter, guys. I'll be sure to try and (at least) keep up the status quo the first chapter set in the future, but as of right now i'm a little bit pressed for time. Love you guys! -DStrides