She keeps on dreamin', but it's never gonna change
Can't find a reason, and she's got no one else to blame
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The classroom was stuffy and boring. The teacher rambles on, almost like the subject was actually interesting but any normal human could tell no one cared. Sometimes I think this one teacher is out of their pay range, they act like they really want us to learn.
Then I remember the amount of pages I got a B on despite it being A grade work, and suddenly my mind changes.
I look to my side, some chicks who have nothing better to do were gossiping. To no one's surprise, it was about a certain auburn. His name seemed to spread quickly despite the big school. I can never find out what's so exciting about an overly sexual active man.
Julian Devorak.
Him simply breathing started another rumour.
"Supposedly he banged our schools rich goat boy!" One of the girls whisper yells, her voice way too loud for a "private" conversation.
"I wouldn't be surprised. Lucio has so much money, speaking of he might've paid him to do it."
"Ew, no way. That Devorak is such a man whore he'd do it for free. Excuse me, did it for free." One annoyingly judges the boy she barely knows.
I can't understand how being active makes a person lesser, but I guess they can be disgusted by whatever. Not my job to defend him. Doesn't mean I won't.
"Maybe y'all could get your nose out of someone else's business, especially someone you'll never have the privilege to speak too." I mumble under my breath, I wasn't careful though. They heard me for sure.
None of the bimbos knew how to respond so they just sat in silence for a bit. It's almost like the collective brain cell they shared fizzled out as soon as someone didn't agree with them. Honestly someone needs to fill their airheads back up, I can see them deflating.
Someone behind me lets out a muffled giggle. The giggle sounded royal and smooth, yet I couldn't pinpoint where it came from so I pretended I didn't hear it.
The paper below me blurs in and out, the boring paper losing all interest I've ever had in Science before.
The bell rings, announcing to the tired students it was time for momentarily freedom.
I feel a manicured hand tap my shoulder. Curious, I turn around. I come face to face with the school's "rich bitch." She was famous for her beauty, skills, and massive amounts of money.
"I can't help but notice you have similar views as me." she smiles, it seems gentle yet no matter what she does it seems snarky, but not in a bad way oddly enough. "I do wish people would keep their nose in their own books."
"I feel you there." I rub my temple, annoyed at just the thought of old rumours about me.
"Nadia, and you?"
"Y/n. We've met before, I'm not new or anything." I attempt to break the one sided ice, using my deflective humour. Talk about awkward.
"I'm aware, I'm just quite forgetful of names. I had a previous accident, so many things don't come to me as naturally as they should." her vocabulary was superb, just talking to her makes you feel as if she is a reincarnation of a queen. A queen who ruled with an iron fist covered in jewels, yet she kept her people happy.
It's weird the vibes you can get from people.
"I'm sorry about that. Hey so I'm going to head out, I didn't bring lunch so I don't need the line being too long. Cool talking to you though; also side comment, what an immaculate vocabulary you have." I try to dork off my awkwardness, needing any excuse to leave this small talk.
Small talk is such a bore.
"Okay then Y/n. I'll be seeing you around I suppose." she smiles to herself, possibly happy with my compliment.
She walks over to her desk, her hands dancing over the seats as she walks back. Graceful. Maybe I could hold a real conversation with her sometime. For now the goal is lunch.
The lunch line was humungus, but luckily I squeezed myself in. I grabbed a quick set lunch and move on with my day, finally free of way too much skin contact.
Great. Since I decided to be a shadow this year I have nowhere to sit. Isn't this just amazing. Guess I'll just eat in the theatre room, since this school is so above the arts I hope very little people are in there.
I open the huge doors with little effort, the sack lunch barely in my way. Being able to do this proves I am basically eating air for lunch today, maybe I should've grabbed an actual box.
The room was musty, it seemed rarely used. The seats seemed vintage, a red torn fabric laying atop the seats. I go through carefully flipping each seat, looking for one stable enough so it doesn't try to eat me alive, or worse collapse.
All the chairs seemed like a lost cause so I moved to the stage, sitting gently on the apron. Despite my looks, I was a theatre nerd. The stage was just so lively, so eating here didn't bug me too much. It was nice and quiet-
"My, my? Someone else is here?"
Nevermind I take it back.
"Nope. I'm a ghost." I sarcastically reply, not even taking time out of my day to turn towards them.
"Don't be so cold, I just find it cool there's another person in the theatre room for once." I feel a thud next to me, the unknown man obviously took the liberty to sit down.
"Well don't mind me at all. Go ahead get comfy and close why don't you." I mumble, shifting slightly away from the nameless person.
"God you're cold. Geez." I hear a laugh. "I respect that."
I set my slightly eaten sandwich to the side, deciding I might as well look at who is trying to talk to me. I turn my head to my right, craning my neck to look at the tall man.
