The next few minutes pass in a flash of laughs and giggles from me and Mei. Despite his... odd fashion chooses, it turns out he is pretty cool! We actually have a lot in common too. For example, we both enjoy anime, though while I enjoy action animes like My Hero Acedamia or Demon Slayer he enjoys the romance and slice of life animes such as Fruits Basket or Horimiya. We also both have quite the sweet tooth and we make a plan to go and check out the new cafe that opened up close to my apartment. It is called Palace of Pastries and it is supposed to be a role-play kinda place where you are treated like either a princess or prince based off of your gender.
Our conversation is abrubtly cut off by the sound of the bell, signaling classes are about to begin. "What's your first class today? I can show you to it since your new?" 51Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB0EDzzJHE7
He smiles sweetly at me. "Thanks, that would be nice." He pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from his bag and starts reading over it until he finally speaks again. "It looks like my first period is Home Ec! I love that class!"
"Huh, looks like we are in the same class! Follow me to the room and try not to lose me in the sea of people."
"Noted!"
I start walking us to our first class and go over some of the core rules here at Oakridge. "First rule of this school is try to stay under the radar. Though you very clearly already failed that step. Second rule is..." I look both ways nervously before finishing my sentence, "stay out of the old music room. That is where Brooke and her gang reside."
A look of confusion washes over his features. "Who's Brooke and why does the mention of her name make you so anxious?"51Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiKBKQZ5Jwd
"Well, I have never encountered her but the rumors around here are fierce. And I am not easy to scare. Someone once told me that she made a girl drop out of school after the girl stood up to her. Then Brooke preceded to get her dad fired from his job and got her older brother arrested for a crime he never committed."
Just as I expected, Mei's mouth is now gaping and his brows are furrowed with anger.
I yank my hoodie over my head before tying it around my waist, letting my faded band tee take the spot light on this hot summer morning. "Here we are! I need to go use the rest room so you head on in without me, k?"
He nods at me silently, still processing the bomb I just dropped. But after a moment of anger he lets a warm smile wash over him again and he walks into the classroom.
I take a deep breath before walking into what I thought was the bathroom before remembering the bathrooms are another door down. I get ready to turn around before I freeze in place at the scene before me. Brooke sits cross legged on one of the old desks with a bored expression on her face. Her hair is slightly curly and a deep shade of fire engine red as it comes just below her shoulders. Her eyes are a startling shade of such a dark brown they could be black. Black leggings snake up her thighs and a plaid skirt that is way to short to be allowed, covers the very top of her thighs. A bright red blouse covers her front but does little to hide her large breasts.
To my surprise I feel myself wanting nothing more then to beg her to kiss me, deeply and passionately. I shake my head and turn around in an attempt to sneak away before she notices me, but I'm too late.
"Hey!" She barks. "This room is off limits for a reason you know?" She jumps down from her spot on the table and gestures for her goons, Cassy and Elliot to follow behind her. "Elliot!" She snaps her fingers and Elliot is suddenly reading out everything from what should only be on my school registration form.
"Her name is Angelica Francis. She is 16 years old and is currently a freshman. She tends to be a relatively quiet person who prefers to go unnoticed but is also known to become very aggressive on topics she is passionate about. These topics include LGBTQ rights, black rights, and child abuse/rape.
"Ah, so... Angelica, was it? Has anyone told you how pretty you are?" Brooke says this as she trails a cold hand across my cheek.
"W-What?" I stammer before collecting my composure, "Please, call me Anj."
"Hm, I prefer the name... darling. " For some reason the way she says that sends a child running down my spine despite the hot weather.
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