Chapter 2 - Freshman year, again
Abbreviated Inserts
(Y/N) - Your name
(E/C) - Eye color
(B/F) - Best friend
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Due to you and (B/F) being in different grades, you don't have the same classes. (B/F) claims this is a good thing, saying that you both can keep track of all the characters at the same time. Which, unintentionally or not, is a good idea you admit.
You turn down the hallway while taking a glance at your schedule, Homeroom. This is the first class Aphmau had to go to, right? You ponder to yourself as you turn around a corner. 202, 203, 204, 107? Your brows furrow at the number. Why is it out of order? Does the school, the place of education, not know how to count? You continue down the hall and end up walking in a circle around the hall. Your confusion quickly turns into frustration, not about being possibly late but having to walk in a circle for over five minutes.
"Now I understand why Aphmau got lost so easily…" You murmur.
"So many lost freshmen today~."
You turn your head and are met with light brown hair and light blue eyes. Laurence. Ah right. You remember He bumped into Aphmau earlier and helped her to class. He is coming from the same direction that you assumed the class would be in, so you guess he's coming back from dropping her off. You blink at him.
"Well with these halls being so confusing, I'm sure they're more of em'." You scoff, pushing the paper schedule into your backpack. Laurence chuckles and shrugs.
"That might be the case. I've been here for so long that I've gotten used to it." He smirks. "I can assist you if you'd like." You forgot how cocky he sounds at the beginning, it's almost irritable. You sigh and dig through the bag to receive the schedule again.
While he checks out the paper, you sneak a peek at him. Getting to see him in real life is kind of strange seeing a character from the blocks come to life. His sun-kissed skin is covered with freckles and moles, all scatted across his cheeks and ears. You can even spot some moles underneath the collar of his neck. His baby-blue eyes are framed by his long lashes and half-lidded eyes. You can kind of understand why he's always complimented, that's for sure. Laurence looks up, meets your (E/C) eyes, and smirks.
"Please don't tell me you're falling for my looks~?"
Yeah, you should take back what your mind said a couple of minutes ago.
"Don't flatter yourself." As soon as the words escape your lips, you feel a tinge of guilt. "I was lost in thought it all…" The sentence didn't come out as believable as you'd like, but it's out now.
"No need to lie. I have that effect on most girls in the school-"
You motion towards the paper in his hand. "You don't need to brag about your popularity dude. I just want to get to class."
When you listened to him talk to Aphmau as a 12-year-old, he sounded way more charming than he does talking in real life. Though, you being irritated right now doesn't exactly help. Surprise registers on Laurence's face for a split second before his lips curve into a smirk.
"I just helped another freshman to the same class, Here let me walk you."
His tone has shifted, but you can still hear the slight flirtatious undertone. You wave it off and follow him because despite everything, you still like Laurence's character, at least from what you remember.
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Laurence drops you off at the class and gives Aphmau a small wave when he sees her, which flusters the poor girl to death. Laurence briefly tells you about the "Club orientation" that's going to happen soon. He parts, with a "Hope to see you soon~" and you're left to your own devices. The teacher rolls his eyes at your tardiness as you take your seat.
While he calls attendance, your eyes wander around the classroom to take everyone's appearance. They sure do look different, and you're not sure if it's because of your fuzzy memory of them or because of them not being in Minecraft anymore. The teacher's voice cuts off your small inner monologue.
"All right, class. You can all mingle for a bit before we head on over to the club social event."
Oh yeah, you have to mingle. You already planned on speaking to Aphmau at some point, but-. You turn your head to look at the raven-haired emo beside you. You, like most people, saw Zane as the most relatable character in the whole show, so of course, you'd want to befriend the brooding prick. Now you just need to figure out how.
You spot a certain logo on the side of his backpack, amongst the multiple hot topic $2 pins, you see a "Get Scared" pin. Perfect. You stand up and turn to face where Aphmau & Travis are since they're your next target. (Target sounds like you're gonna kill them..) You face him, very casually, yes, casually, and motion towards the pin.
"Nice Get Scared pin. Sick music."
Sick Music? Are you a rock kid from the early 2000s? This is why you don't talk to people, nevertheless compliment them. Zane's eyes pivot from his phone to you, surprise flickers across his face briefly before he shrugs it off.
"Uh, Okay? Thanks, I guess…"
You think he appreciates the compliment, but his entire aura is telling you to get the fuck out. So that's exactly what you do. You wiggle between the small desk over to the two cowering freshmen. Now unlike Zane, you feel no nervousness around them, maybe because they're like deer in a traffic jam. Does that analogy even make sense?
"I'm just glad no one is calling me 'freshman' right now." You hear Aphmau complain, once in earshot.
"Ugh. That's so annoying. It's like a little label they put on us." Travis sighs, laying on the desk.
"Tell me about it. If that Laurence guy said "Freshman" one more time, I'd puke." You slide into the conversation, startling the two of them. Going back to the analogy earlier they do look like deer in headlights right now. Personally, if you had no clue who they were as people, you probably would too.
"You two okay?" You ask, to ease their nerves.
They glance at each other, and mummer in a terrible whisper voice.
"Do you think they're talking to us?"
"I think so! What do we do? Do we say something back?"
"I think so. They seem to be waiting for a response!"
"Heh, uh, H-Hi, my name is Aphmau and that's Travis?"
Aphmau looks up at you shakily while Travis meekly waves, you almost feel bad.
"Chill, I'm not gonna kill you or anythin'." You sit down in the chair across from them, turning it around to face them. "I'm (Y/N)."
"I know, I know.." Aphmau sighs,
"You just seem so chill compared to us, It's admirable.." Travis blurts.
"Hey, you said I sounded confident as well!"
"W-well yeah, but they're like on a whole other level! They're like Ice!"
The joke was so bad it caused you to let out a light chuckle. Travis and Aphmau pause their bickering and start to smile and laugh themselves.
"Don't worry about being so nervous-" You wave your hand dismissively. "You both seem to be doing perfectly fine right about now."
Everything you said was a complete lie, you feel so nervous right now. You're great at giving out advice to others, but when it comes to taking your own advice, well, that's a different story. But, they don't need to know that. The two look up at you, starry-eyed.
"D-do you want to be not-alone buddies (Y/N)?" Travis asks.
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That's how you became the freshman's mentor. You question if you'd be the best influence, but didn't have much time to think about it before being approached by another person. The guy that's not from my street. He stands a few feet away from the group and looks directly at you when saying Hi.
"We meet again! I'm glad to see you made it." He grins. The mysterious man looks down at the other two sitting beside you and smiles at them. "Ah, hello to you two as well!"
Aphmau gushes a bit while Travis points at himself in Awe.
"Y-You know him (Y/N)?" Travis leans towards you a bit to ask. You go to answer but are interrupted by the guy.
"Not exactly, I just saw them this morning and warned them about arriving at school on time. Sad to see my warning was in vain." He teases. Oh, this bitch-. He puts his hand out for a shake in front of you.
"My name is Flynn, a pleasure to meet you (Y/N)~." You reluctantly take his hand and shake it firmly. His smile never fades from his face.
Flynn has bright orange hair, messily tied into a braid resting on his left shoulder, the rest of his hair is left undone around his head. His skin was sun-kissed, similar to Laurence's but darker, covered in freckles from head to neck. On top of his head are large fluffy wolf ears, twitching at nearby sounds. The most prominent feature is his green downturned eyes which seem to analyze your every move, you can't explain why but he makes you feel uneasy. You release Flynn's hand as his ear perks up a bit.
"Well, I still have some mingling to do, see you all later!" He tilts his head to the side before heading off to talk with whoever he wants to mess with next. You could care less. You turn your attention back to your "Not-alone-buddies" and are met with Flustared Aphmau and Starstruck Travis.
"He's so cool! He's like Dante but as a Freshman!"
"How many guys here have handsome genes?"
You personally disagree with the first sentiment but decide not to say anything about it.
"You're really lucky (Y/N), to be friends with him," Travis states, Aphmau nods beside him.
You shake your head, "We're not friends, He's just some guy that likes to talk."
"But he still wants to talk to you." Aphmau looks like she discovered a cure for cancer with her statement. The two of them just admire anyone who is confident in themselves, huh? You go to comment before being interrupted by the bell ringing. Travis & Aphmau quickly cover their ears, which in turn makes you smirk. They need to get used to that bell quickly.
"All right, class, we're heading to the club orientation! Line up and let's get going." The teacher instructs. The three of you look at each other.
"Are we gonna stick together?" Aphmau asks, nervously.
"S-Sure, I don't mind!" Travis agrees, glancing at you.
The two of them look at you for confirmation. You really are the mother swan to two ducklings.
"Alright, let's go."
They both sigh of relief and follow behind you out the door.
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