Chapter 2: HIM

Despite her best efforts to maintain a composed facade, Amy found an involuntary smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The unexpected irony and the whimsicality of the situation proved too amusing to resist. In that moment, as she continued to watch Sonic blissfully unaware, a genuine smile betrayed her, capturing the subtle joy of witnessing the tables turning.

And she did what he always did to her: she kept walking.

Halfway through her attempted departure, another crash pierced the air, halting Amy in her tracks. A guilty conscience wrestled with her desire to distance herself. Despite the satisfaction of seeing Sonic face his own challenges, a sense of responsibility tugged at her, urging her to reconsider walking away. Caught in this internal struggle, she hesitated, the conflicting emotions playing out on her face.

Another clash.

"You worthless piece of shit!" One of the guy's voice boomed.

The harsh words echoed in the air accompanied by the sickening thud of kicks landing on Sonic, who was now helpless on the floor, never making an attempt to fight back. Amy, tense and caught in a painful moment of empathy, couldn't shake the relenting memories of how Fiona and her gang bullied her.

The parallel between Sonic's current plight and her own experiences struck a chord, evoking a surge of conflicting emotions within Amy. As much as she struggled against the memories, a deep-seated understanding compelled her to confront the situation unfolding before her.

Her heart pounded as she turned back, witnessing the violent beating unfold. Panic surged through her veins as she witnessed one of the guys raise a bat again. Fear gripped her, but a realization struck—Sonic's life was at stake.

Helplessness loomed over Amy as she thought about the impending danger for Sonic. "What am I kidding? I can't do anything. I'm useless in these types of situations," she despaired. A swift hit to Sonic's face intensified her desperation.

In a moment of clarity, Amy's mind raced for a solution. "Come on, Amy, think! There has to be something I can do. I can't just walk away from this type of situation." Determination ignited in her eyes as an idea flashed into her mind.

As the attacker prepared for a final, brutal blow with a bat, Amy's voice pierced the air. "Police, police! Come quick! There's a fight going on!" The sudden call for help startled the assailant, who, gripped by fear of consequences, hastily retreated, leaving Sonic battered on the cold concrete floor.

Amy emerged from her hiding spot, her heart still racing, but now with a mix of relief and triumph. She had found a way to intervene and, in doing so, spared Sonic from further harm.

As Sonic groaned in pain on the ground, Amy nervously approached him, crouching down cautiously. Folding her hands over her skirt to maintain modesty, she inquired, "Hey, are you okay?" She leaned closer.

She couldn't help but be taken aback as her gaze settled on the ruffled yet undeniably handsome face of Sonic. Despite the disarray, his features retained a striking allure. His chiseled jawline and tousled hair seemed to enhance, rather than diminish, his attractiveness. As he slowly opened his eyes, revealing a mesmerizing shade of emerald green, Amy found herself unexpectedly captivated by the sheer handsomeness that radiated from him. The vulnerability in that moment only seemed to accentuate the rugged charm, leaving her momentarily spellbound by the unexpected allure of the typically polished heartthrob.

To her surprise, Sonic barely glanced at her, narrowing his eyes, and shot her a glare, "Huh? Who the hell are you? Fuck off. Mind your own business." he warned, his tone dripping with an unsettling intensity, snapping out of her awe.

Amy, taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor, couldn't suppress her frustration. "Seriously, is that all you have to say?" she snapped, her patience wearing thin. In a surprising twist, she continued, "I could care less if karma decides to beat you down, but I sure as hell don't want to be the one making that call to the cops."

Sonic blinked, stunned by the unexpected assertiveness from the person who had just saved him. Despite the situation, Sonic maintained a cocky demeanor, sitting up with an annoyed look on his face. "You don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart. I've got things under control," he asserted, a smirk playing on his lips, attempting to play off his pain as he seemed to suppress a groan from his injured body.

Amy, having none of it, shot back with an incredulous look. "Control? Really? I just saved your life, and now you're pulling this? You're one shameless, cocky piece of work."

His cockiness only intensified. "Saved? I could've handled it on my own. You just happened to be there."

Amy rolled her eyes, her frustration mounting. "Handled it? You were about to get pummeled! You're welcome, by the way."

Despite Sonic's beaten up body, he kept his pride still intact, insisting, "I didn't need your help. I had it under control."

Amy shot him a skeptical glance. "Oh, really? You seemed to be doing just fine with that foot in your gut. Next time, maybe try a different approach to 'handling it.'"

Sonic, unable to let the situation go, launched into a rant about how he didn't need anyone's help, how she overreacted, and how he had everything under control. Amy, unimpressed and bored by his self-righteous tirade, watched him with a blank expression, her eyes conveying a sense of detachment.

As he continued his rant, she sighed, glancing at her watch as if to say, "Are you done yet?" Her indifference only seemed to fuel Sonic's frustration, creating an amusing contrast between his animated monologue and Amy's disinterested gaze. However, as Sonic continued his cocky retorts, Amy couldn't help but notice a trickle of blood from his nose. With an exasperated sigh, she opened her backpack, swiftly retrieving a nosebleed plug. Ignoring his ongoing chatter, she deftly shoved it up his nose, shocking him into an abrupt silence.

"What the hell did you just put in my nose?" he snapped, touching the unexpected intruder.

"A nosebleed plug. Maybe now you'll stop talking long enough to realize you need it," Amy retorted, unfazed by his disgruntled expression.

She stood up, brushing off her uniform with an air of nonchalance. "Look, I won't tell anyone about what I saw. Let's just pretend nothing happened," she declared, walking away. "You're good at that, after all."

Sonic, left in a state of disarray, contemplated calling out to her but hesitated. As she distanced herself, he weighed the curious mix of irritation and gratitude, ultimately deciding to let her go without a word.

—•———•—

Amy rushed into her home, tossing her backpack to the side of her room and jumped on her bed, burying her face in her pillow. Her mind raced with thoughts, "OMG OMG, what have I done? Why did I do that? Who do I think I am? I just... to Sonic... Ahhhhh!"

Turning on her bed, she gazed at the ceiling with her hands on her cheeks, pulling them down in horror. "Gosh, that was so embarrassing. I'm so screwed! I probably hurt his pride. He's gonna kill me! But..." Her mind wandered, and she sighed, "He probably doesn't know me, so as long as I avoid him, I should be okay... I think?"

She began to dramatically envision her last high school days turning into a series of comically disastrous encounters with Sonic, each more absurd than the last. "This is it. My life is officially a teen sitcom," she declared to her room, as if an imaginary laugh track echoed in the background.

With a theatrical groan, she buried her face in her pillow, contemplating the hilarity (and potential horror) of navigating the rest of her high school days with the memory of her sassy retort to Sonic hanging over her.

She only hoped, tomorrow would be better.

—•———•—

The Following Day:

Amy trudged along the courtyard, burdened by an armful of snacks for Fiona and her gang, her wallet growing lighter with each purchase. An audible sigh escaped her lips, betraying the annoyance that simmered beneath the surface. Mumbling something under her breath about Fiona, she rounded a corner, only to freeze when a deep voice unexpectedly spoke:

"You're the girl from yesterday."

Sonic stood before Amy, his striking presence impossible to ignore. He had a strong jawline that accentuated his confident demeanor, and his tousled cobalt quills gave him a casual yet effortlessly attractive look. The sharp angles of his features complemented a pair of mesmerizing green eyes that seemed to hold a magnetic charm. Those green eyes, vibrant and expressive, added an intriguing depth to his overall appeal, leaving Amy momentarily captivated by their captivating gaze.

Shaking her head to snap out of the starstruck moment, Amy's expression shifted from surprise to a glare as the memory of their recent altercation flooded back. The handsome guy's charm now met with her steely gaze, and the tension in the air hinted at the unresolved conflict that lingered between them from the day before. Their interaction took on a new layer of complexity, as Amy battled the mixed emotions stirred by his captivating presence and the memory of their previous clash.

Sonic flashed a charming smile, seemingly unfazed by Amy's glare. "Caught you daydreaming, huh?" he remarked, his green eyes carrying a playful glint.

Amy, determined not to let him get under her skin, retorted, "Don't flatter yourself. I was just wondering how someone so annoying could manage to be so good-looking."

His smile widened, and he leaned in slightly, "Well, looks like you're discovering my multi-faceted personality."

Rolling her eyes, Amy kept walking, unimpressed. "Save it. I'm not interested in your charm or whatever you think you've got."

Intrigued by Amy's feisty responses, Sonic couldn't resist the challenge. He caught up with her, a genuine expression replacing his earlier playfulness. "Hey, wait up. I wanted to thank you," he admitted, surprising her with a change of tone.

Amy, eyebrows raised in disbelief, replied, "Thank me? For what?"

Sonic sighed, "For yesterday. I realized I was out of line, and I wanted to apologize. You saved me from that mess in the alley, and I appreciate it."

Caught off guard by his sincerity, Amy's expression softened but she didn't let her wall falter. Amy, still wary, regarded him with skepticism. "It's nothing," she said dismissively, her guard still firmly in place. "You can thank me by just ignoring me like you did before. I was doing just fine without your attention."

"It's boring to ignore someone interesting," he retorted, a playful glint in his green eyes.

Amy, having never spoken to Sonic before until yesterday, stared at him with uncertainty. She had always assumed him to be a quiet and reserved guy. However, her perception shattered when he opened his mouth. The shock of his unexpected rudeness and cocky demeanor caught her off guard, revealing a side of him she had never anticipated. The disparity between his outward appearance and the sharpness of his words left Amy reevaluating her assumptions about the seemingly quiet heartthrob she had observed from a distance.

He had to be dangerous—maybe more than Fiona.

Amy, maintaining her guarded stance, responded with a hint of sarcasm, "Well, congratulations on finding me interesting. I'm just a boring girl, and I'm busy, so..."

Before she could finish, Sonic swiped one of the snacks from her hands, a mischievous grin on his face. "Busy with what, being boring?" he teased, adding a playful edge to the ongoing banter.

Amy sighed, realizing that navigating this interaction was going to be more complex than she initially thought.

As the conversation took an unexpected turn, Sonic hesitated before revealing, "Look, I wanted to talk to you about something. One of those guy's girlfriend asked me out and even though I rejected her..."

Amy, cutting him off with an uninterested tone, interrupted, "I'm really not interested in hearing your sob story. Save it for someone who cares."

To her surprise, instead of reacting negatively, he chuckled. "Well, someone's not a fan of empathy," he remarked, a smirk on his face.

"I've got enough problems of my own. Just leave me alone before someone sees us together," Amy snapped, her frustration palpable.

Sonic feigned a hurt expression, saying, "Ouch, that stings." However, undeterred, he playfully snatched one of her snacks, teasing her with a mischievous grin. "Well, at least I'll have something to remember this thrilling conversation."

Leaving her fuming, Sonic walked away, the stolen snack adding an extra layer of playful annoyance to their ongoing banter. The dynamic between them remained a curious mix of irritation and unexpected amusement.

Sonic, unfazed by Amy's disapproval, walked away sipping his drink, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed her disgruntled expression. Finding her reaction amusing, he continued to enjoy his stolen victory, reveling in the playful rivalry that seemed to define their interactions.

—•———•—

At the designated spot within the bustling cafeteria, Fiona, alongside her friend group, claimed their lunch table. Dressed in the latest fashion trends and exuding an aura of effortless confidence, they formed a tight-knit circle that seemed impervious to the surrounding chaos. Laughter resonated as they shared stories and jokes, their camaraderie evident in the synchronized rhythm of their interactions.

Amidst the laughter and camaraderie, one of them leaned in, Infinite, scanning the cafeteria with a bemused expression. "Where are your two minions today?" He asked, a hint of curiosity lacing their tone, referring to Breezie and Rosy.

"Detention." Fiona said simply, posing for selfies as she fixed her hair. "They were caught with cigarettes."

Another friend, Surge, chuckling, added, "Weren't those cigarettes yours, though?"

Fiona, maintaining her composure, simply smiled, a subtle acknowledgment of the game being played. The group's laughter continued, the detention threat transforming into a shared joke among the popular kids, further solidifying their camaraderie.

Just then, Amy entered the bustling cafeteria, laden with snacks for Fiona and her group of friends. As she approached, Fiona glanced up with a nonchalant expression, "Took you long enough. Hurry and get out of my sight."

Obeying Fiona's directive, Amy deposited the snacks and retreated without a word., not wanting to stay any longer and moving to her own table as far away as possible.

Surge, ever the mischievous one, chuckled, "What else could she do for you, Fiona?"

Fiona, playing along, replied with a smirk, "Anything. Amy's my slave."

Amidst the banter, Infinite, who had been keeping an eye on Amy, chimed in with a sly grin, "Hey Fiona, did you invite Pinky to your birthday party?"

Fiona rolled her eyes, dismissing the idea. "Why would I bother?"

Infinite, ever the flirtatious one, leaned back and insisted, "You should invite her. It might be fun."

Surge, seizing the opportunity, teased, "Infinite, are you interested in that loser?"

Infinite, with a wink and a charming smile, replied, "Maybe, who knows?" The group erupted into laughter, Infinite's flirtatious demeanor contrasting with the light-hearted mockery of Amy happening just a few tables away.

"Please, with a tits like hers, there's no way she could please a man." Fiona said mockingly.

"I would love to test that theory out." Infinite laughed, glancing over at Amy with a lustful expression as the rest of the gang laughed.

Fiona eyed him with interest then she seemed to spark up an idea, a mischievous smile forming on her lips as she tells Infinite, "You know, it might be interesting if we invite her to the party."

Surge raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? You will?"

Fiona leans in, whispering, "Think about it. She's unpredictable, and having her at the party could spice things up. Plus, it'll catch everyone off guard."

Infinite grins, catching onto Fiona's plan. "You're in right, that could be fun. Let's do it."

Fiona adds with a sly grin, "Consider Pinky my late birthday gift to you, Infinite. Trust me, it'll be unforgettable."

Infinite chuckles, "Well, I can't say no to a gift like that. Let's make it a party to remember."

And with that the group erupted in laughter.

—•———•—

As the passing period came, Fiona casually called Amy over with a wave of her hand. Tension crept into Amy's demeanor as she approached Fiona's locker, uncertain of what might come next.

Fiona, putting on a facade of friendliness, flashed a seemingly sweet smile as Amy came up to her. The forced niceness created an uncomfortable atmosphere, making Amy wary of what might follow. The contrast between Fiona's feigned kindness and the earlier instances of mockery left Amy on edge, uncertain of Fiona's true intentions.

Fiona, with a forced smile, looked at Amy and said, "Hey, you should totally come to my birthday party. It's going to be epic!"

Breezie and Rosy exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes silently questioning Fiona's unexpected invitation.

Fiona hushed them with a sharp whisper, "Shut up, just go with it." She then turned her attention back to Amy, who seemed taken aback.

"I'm not a fan of parties." Amy admitted.

Fiona rolled her eyes, saying dismissively, "come on, it'll be fun." With a seemingly friendly gesture, Fiona draped an arm around Amy's shoulder, leading her down the hall.

As they walked, Fiona painted a vivid picture of the excitement awaiting Amy at the party, emphasizing how it was a chance to break free from her shell. Breezie and Rosy played their part, eagerly chiming in to convince Amy of the thrilling experience she was about to miss.

Amy, socially awkward and nervous, hesitated. "I've never been to a party before."

Fiona seized the opportunity, "Exactly! You're missing out on the best part of being a senior. Live a little, Amy!"

Her friends continued their persuasive chorus until Amy, still unsure, finally relented. Fiona, seizing the moment, expressed with faux sincerity, "It would mean a lot to me if you came. I really want us to be friends."

Amy, skeptical, asked in disbelief, "Really?"

Fiona nodded, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Of course. Give me your number, I'll text you the details. Can't wait to see you there!" Fiona waved goodbye, leaving behind a confused and unsure Amy, unwillingly pulled into the web of Fiona's social intrigue.

Fiona's friends trailed behind her, Rosy nodding in approval, "Wow, Fiona. You actually got her to go!"

Breezie, however, raised an eyebrow, "But seriously, inviting her to your party? What if she becomes a problem?"

Fiona, looking annoyed and disgusted after her interaction with Amy, smirked, "Relax, I just had a change of heart. It's pitiful that she's never gone out. Plus, what's the worst thing that can happen?"

They began to laugh about Amy when Fiona's eyes suddenly lit up. Spotting Sonic at his locker, she broke away from her friends, sprinting towards him. Ignoring their questioning glances, Fiona embraced Sonic from behind, her excitement evident.

In a surprising turn of events, Fiona greeted Sonic at his locker with an extra dose of flirtation. "Hey, Sonic! Where were you at lunch? I missed you," she purred, leaning in with a playfully suggestive smile.

Sonic, uninterested and seemingly unaffected by Fiona's advances, responded with a casual shrug. "Just around. Didn't feel like dealing with the cafeteria chaos today."

Fiona persisted, batting her eyelashes, "Well, you should've joined us. It was so much fun."

Sonic, maintaining his nonchalant demeanor, closed his locker with a dismissive nod. "Maybe next time. See you around."

As Fiona tried to keep the flirtatious banter going, Sonic walked away, leaving her standing at the lockers with an unreciprocated charm and a slightly bewildered expression.

Fiona, a tinge of annoyance creeping into her expression, tried to play off Sonic's indifference when she returned to her friends. "Ugh, he's playing hard to get," she huffed, rolling her eyes. Her friends exchanged glances, unsure if they bought into her act.

Undeterred, Fiona mustered a determined smile. "Don't worry, girls. After the party, he'll be wrapped around my finger," she declared with a confidence that left her friends both intrigued and skeptical. The promise of future conquests lingered in the air as Fiona plotted her next move in the ongoing game of high school dynamics.

Critique/Opinions/Predictions please! I'm honestly debating on continuing since I'm not sure what people think... ｡(.ᯅ)｡