Hey there everybody! Here's that second chapter of Unlikely Friends I promised! Hope you enjoy it.
Bonnie panted as he entered his third block class. He'd never realized how big Whitewood Academy was until he had to basically run between floors to avoid being late to class. He breathed out slowly to calm his thumping heart. 'I really need to get in better shape,' he thought in amusement. He looked around the class, all anthros, which made sense since it was Anthro-history, and didn't recognize anyone. He caught another rabbit in the back corner, debating on whether or not to sit there. The boy's fur was a dull yellowish color and he had these yellowish-green eyes that were glimmering with something Bonnie couldn't figure out. On one hand at least the boy was the same type of anthro as him. On the other hand...that smirk of his was creeping him out.
"Not sure where to sit?" He jumped at the sudden voice behind him, turning to look into blue eyes.
"Jeez Freddy you scared the crap out of me," he stated. A small smile found its way onto Freddy's lips.
"Sorry," he said, "let's grab a seat shall we?" Bonnie nodded, following Freddy back to a free table. He caught the strange rabbit from the back of the room staring at him, smirk still in place. "Planning on leaving me for him?"
"Not at all," Bonnie replied, setting his stuff down ad focusing on the bear, "I don't even know him. Besides...he's freaks me out." Freddy nodded.
"He was in my first class along with Chelsea and Brendan," he said, "I believe he said his name was Salvage."
"If I didn't know Mangle already I'd say that couldn't be a name," Bonnie stated, "I had Chica in my English class before this and this kid with a mask on in my first block. I saw him when I first got here but I don't know his name." Freddy chuckled and red eyes flicked towards him. "What's so funny?"
"You met the Marionette," he replied.
"Excuse me?"
"If it's who I'm thinking of no one knows his name. He never talks much so we don't know who he is. We call him Marionette because with that mask on he looks like a ventriloquist doll."
"Marionette huh," he said, turning his attention to the front of the class as the teacher walked in. He was a middle-aged bear with gold fur and dark eyes.
"Hello class," he introduced. The students quieted immediately. It was so silent that you could have heard a pin drop. "My name is Mr. Gold and this is Anthro-History. We'll be starting with the Human-Anthro war. Does anyone know when it started and how long it lasted?"
"About 200 years ago," A female cat anthro stated, "It lasted about fifteen years."
"Correct," Mr. Gold said, "the Human-Anthro war started in 1818 to be exact. It started when we anthropomorphics decided that we had just as much right in society as humans did. Some of the humans were in agreement. Most were not. Now then, make sure you're prepared to take notes. We'll be taking a test on this next Tuesday."
Bonnie slumped against the wall, waiting for his final class, Gym 12, to start. Anthro-History had given him a headache and his Music History class that had followed didn't serve to lessen the ache. In fact it had only made it worse. He sighed and shut his eyes, feeling both physically and mentally drained. A presence settled behind him and he looked up, seeing familiar russet fur beside him. "Hey," he said simply.
"Hey," Foxy replied. They stayed silent for a moment and Bonnie looked at the floor, scuffing the toe of his shoe against the floor.
"So," he began slowly, "Are we good?" Silence. He glanced up, trying to read the fox's face. He wore a stony expression for a moment before it slipped away.
"Yeah," he said softly, "we're good. I shouldn't have snapped like that. That little twerp Fletcher just gets on my nerves. Bonnie's ear pricked up at a familiar, but not welcomed, laugh. He looked up, seeing Chelsea with another group of girls, Fletcher nearly glued to her hip.
"Speak of the devil," Bonnie stated. Foxy's ears flattened and he growled softly.
"Sometimes I just wanna wipe that smug grin off of his face," he said, "sadly if I did it now Freddy would likely have a fit. I do not want to listen to the rich kid whine about how I roughed up his baby brother."
'Somehow I don't think he'd care too much,' Bonnie thought, looking back at the pair. Chelsea chose that moment to turn his way, spotting him immediately. She trotted over, Fletcher in tow.
"Hello Bon-Bon," she greeted. He narrowed his gaze. When had she decided to start calling him that?
"Don't call me that," he replied. Chelsea barely batted an eyelash.
"That other girl does," she stated, "we share a class together. She kept calling you Bon-Bon."
"She actually spoke to you?" Foxy asked, "I find that rather hard to believe."
"She was talking to your sister actually," Chelsea said, "but she's loud enough to be heard easily enough."
"More likely you were eavesdropping," Foxy muttered. It went unheard.
"Anyway," she continued, "that girl calls you that all the time. I don't see why I can't."
"Chica," Bonnie said, stressing her name, "has known me that since she was three and couldn't say my name correctly. She's allowed to call me that. You aren't." Chelsea pouted before it became a smirk. She gently touched his arm.
"Has anyone told you that you're a handsome rabbit?" she asked. Fletcher and Foxy both looked ready to fall over. Bonnie figured most guys would be flattered to hear something like that from Chelsea. He wasn't one of those guys. Actually he wanted to hurl.
"No they haven't," he said simply, shifting away from her touch. She simply moved with him. Could she not take a hint?
"Well you are," she continued, leaning against him. He swallowed thickly, wanting to squirm. He did not like this situation. Thankfully Foxy came to his rescue. He easily pulled Chelsea back and away from him.
"Get a clue," he said, "He isn't interested." Chelsea only shrugged and trotted away. Fletcher shot one more glare their way before following her off. The teacher, a human male with dark hair and blue eyes, came in, blowing a whistle and signaling them to gather up. "Please let us play something where I get to hit him with something," Foxy stated as they went over.
"Alright guys," the man said, "I'm Mr. Fitzgerald and we're going to go out on the track and do some races alright?" A groan rippled through half the students and he chuckled. "I know, boring right? Well whoever wins will get some extra points on their grade alright. So let's go." They started filing out and Foxy grinned, fangs glinting dangerously.
"Oh this works too," he said lowly, "all I'm good for is running in circles huh? Well now you can watch me leave you in the dust." Bonnie shifted, not quite sue how to react to Foxy's sudden change in demeanor. "C'mon Bon-Bon, let's get going!" The fox ran off, leaving him to stand there with his mouth slightly agape before his face heated up. He ran after him, ignoring the chocked stares of other students.
"Oh no Foxy you are not allowed to call me that either!" Yet despite his words, he didn't mind so much.
Bonnie lay on the grass along with about thirty other students, gasping and trying to get his breath back. He'd just finished his own race and miserably at that. Mr. Fitzgerald had decided to put them in groups of ten to start. Now he was pitting the top three against each other. He lifted his head, seeing Foxy taking position at the starting line. Fletcher was beside him and, shockingly enough, so was Chelsea. 'I suppose being a cheerleader does require stamina,' he thought to himself. He sat up, shaking his head and watching as the trio prepared to go. Foxy had been sandwiched in the middle but it didn't appear to faze him. While both Fletcher and Chelsea were breathing a bit heavy the fox appeared to be perfectly fine. As if he hadn't just done three laps around the track only minutes before.
"Get ready you three," Mr. Fitzgerald said, "Ready...set..." There was a moment of tense silence, all three tensed and ready to go. Still the teacher waited a little longer until finally "Go!" They tore away from the starting line, bolting down the track as fast as they could. Some of the other students had started watching as well, most cheering for Fletcher and the others for Chelsea.
'C'mon Foxy,' Bonnie cheered in his head, 'leave them in your dust.' The fox looked up as he rounded the track, nearly done with the first lap. Fletcher was right beside him with Chelsea close behind but Bonnie saw the fire in Foxy's eyes. In that split second Bonnie realized something. 'This is what he lives for.' It made sense now. Freddy commenting on how Foxy was a jock and Fletcher saying how he could only run in circles. He was a runner. He grinned and Foxy shot a smile back. 'If Fletcher or Chelsea think they can win this then they're sorely mistaken.'
The crowd grew quiet as the group tore through the second lap. Chelsea was falling behind, panting harshly as her stamina finally ran out. Foxy was also panting as well but he still maintained pace with the bear. However, Bonnie slowly noticed that the fox was starting to lag behind halfway through the second lap. Fletcher smirked, looking behind him, slowing as he gloated. "What's the matter fox?" he sneered, "I thought you were made for running. Guess not." A sly grin graced the fox's face before he met Fletcher's gaze.
"Guess again," he said. Fletcher looked confused for a moment before Foxy put on a last burst of speed, sprinting by the bear as they rounded into the third lap. The look of shock on Fletcher's face for a moment was priceless. As soon as it faded the bear was off, trying to close the precious gap Foxy had created in a single sudden moment. Foxy didn't bother to check Fletcher's position, both running as fast as they could. Though every time Fletcher tried to gain on the fox, Foxy put on another burst of speed, refusing and closure. Finally he bolted past the finish line, nearly collapsing as he gasped for air. Fletcher was only a few feet behind him, scowling.
"All right kids," Mr. Fitzgerald said, "go in and get washed up. You've done enough today." Fletcher followed Chelsea, grumbling to himself. Foxy ran over, grabbing Bonnie and lifting him up and all but slinging him over his shoulder.
"Did you see his face?" Foxy asked, laughing in a light, breathless tone. Bonnie couldn't help but laugh with him, squirming in his grip. He wondered if this was the real Foxy, hidden underneath his standoffish exterior.
"Yeah now put me down you deranged fox!" He tried to complain but it simply came out in another bout of laughter.
"No way," Foxy said, "didn't you know foxes like to toy with their prey before they strike?" Bonnie thumped him on the back of the head and the fox released him, still laughing. They continued like that for a few more minutes before calming down. Bonnie felt so much lighter now and he realized he'd never really laughed with someone like this. It was nice. They turned to go back in and were confronted by a short kid in a red and blue striped shit and matching hat.
"Hello!" he said with a grin, "Good job!" The kid held out his hand, a yellow balloon in his hand. "Balloon!"
"Uh...thanks?" Foxy asked more than said, taking the balloon. The kid ran off and Bonnie and Foxy shared a look.
"Isn't that kid like ten?" Bonnie asked.
"More like twelve." They stared for a few more seconds before bursting out into another fit of laughter, making their way back into the school building.
So how was that everybody? You get to meet BB and Salvage a bit. They, along with Marionette, will also appear at various points during the story. So hopefully you'll like them!
Please review cause you know how I love to see what you guys are thinking. Any questions? Let me know and I'll reply as soon as I can. Until next time everybody!