Indigo and Violet

Chapter 1: The Tragedy of High school

I frowned, tossing my backpack over my shoulder and strutting out of my math class.

"Violet! Can I talk to you for a second?" My math teacher, Ms. Andrews, called after me. I froze before slowly turning on my heel to face the teacher with long brown hair and green eyes.

"Yes, Lucia?" I smirked at her. She rolled her eyes, gesturing me over. Slowly, I made my way over to her, sitting on one of the desks in the front row and crossing my legs.

"Are you aware that you are failing my class?" She asked, her eyes staring straight into my soul and judging me based on what she found. I shrugged and examined my long black nails out of boredom. She sighed and shook her head in disapproval.

"Listen, Violet, I know you're smarter than this. Don't waste all of that potential. Use your brain or else it's basically useless." She lectured. I rolled my eyes, hopping off the desk and smirking at her.

"Just like this conversation. Have a nice day Lucy." And with that I walked off, leaving her sitting at her desk, rubbing her temples.

. . .

I sat in my art class alone and isolated in a corner, focusing on a rose drawing I was working on. In normal circumstances I'd be more than pleased to socialize, maybe wreak a little havoc, but not in art. My art class was my thinking time, my focusing time and everyone knew that, which is why I was so shocked when I felt all eyes on me, that was, until I realized who had caused it.

"Violet, Mr. Mason has been trying to get your attention for the last minute." A voice called from the other side of the room. My grip around my red-colored pencil tightened and I looked up at him, my hand unmoving. A large hush fell upon the room, like a blanket. I glared at him with pure anger radiating from my violet eyes. Unlike most people, this particular person wasn't terrified of me. Not even close, which is why as I glared into his indigo eyes, he glared back with an equally fearsome gaze.

"Indigo. Lovely." I growled sarcastically as I dropped my pencil on my desk, letting it roll, nearly to the edge before it stopped.

"What made you think you could talk to me?" I raised my eyebrow at him. He was being surprisingly calm for someone who was about to get decapitated. He let out a low chuckle and rolled his eyes.

"As if you are some sort of royalty. Listen, I can speak to you if I want to, though sadly for you, I don't want to. I was just trying to get your attention for Mr. Mason." Indigo spat. I rolled my eyes.

"Arthur knows not to disturb me while I'm...arting," I smirked at my made-up word while Indigo's eyebrow shot up in confusion.

"Arting? Really? What are we, five?" He asked as if I was completely dumb for using a word I'd made up. I sighed.

"Yes. It's a verb. Meaning: Making art." I sighed. I looked around at I could tell that no one was satisfied with my new word.

"You know once upon a time English didn't exist so shut up." I huffed, leaning back in my seat. Mr. Mason cleared his throat, getting our attention.

"Violet. Indigo. You are both staying after class to speak with me. Now, where were we?" He asked, leaving me scowling at the Indigo eyed idiot on the other side of the room. He looked beyond furious, which honestly made my anger subside slightly.

. . .

Art went by quicker than usual and soon I heard the bell, signaling the end of class. I knew the routine. Rush out of class before you can get caught, but apparently so did Indigo because we both darted towards the door, resulting in us slamming into each other.

"What the hell, Indigo?" I growled rubbing my arm that had hit the doorframe in the crash. He glared at me, rubbing his arm which had hit the door frame as well.

"Come here, you two." Mr. Mason demanded. We made our way over to the teacher and I sat on a desk while Indigo stood in front of Mr. Mason's desk with his arms folded across his chest. Once we were all settled Mr. Mason spoke up.

"Your personal problems have become an issue for the class." He stated rather directly. He looked over at Indigo.

"You're a great student. You have amazing grades and you're naturally just quiet and peaceful." He froze and Indigo was smiling proudly.

"Until Violet shows up and then you're a whole new person. You're disruptive, loud, even argumentative." He explained, causing Indigo to deflate like a balloon. Then he looked over at me.

"Violet. I don't know what to say about you. You're failing almost every class you have and you argue with every teacher daily, but you're normally great with other students, even offering to help with their personal problems in any way you can unless it comes to Indigo and you suddenly become violent."

He pointed out. I nodded."Mhm. It's because he is an insufferable asshole." I nodded, glaring over at Indigo who glared back. Mr. Mason gave me a look of disapproval but didn't say anything because that behavior was expected from me.

"Well, she's an arrogant bitch who can hardly count to ten." Indigo shot back. Mr. Mason glared at Indigo.

"Indigo, we do not use that language at school." He snapped. Indigo gave him a look of disbelief while I tried my hardest not to laugh.
"But it's okay for Violet?" He hissed, glaring at Mr. Mason. Mr. Mason sighed, rubbing his temples.

"That's because no matter how hard I try Violet never listens." He glanced at me with a look of disapproval. I smirked, winking at him.

"You know it, hot stuff." I chuckled. He just shook his head.

"Look you two, this...feud...has been going on for, what two years? I think it's time to give up." Mr. Mason suggested. I scoffed.

"Actually three." I shrugged.

"And this feud ends when one of us surrenders and I don't see that happening anytime soon, so while your effort is very kind it is also very futile. So just stay out of it, it's for the greater good." I smirked, hopping off the desk and leaving the two of them behind.

. . .

After school Mrs. Anderson, the secretary, caught up with me and brought me to the office, claiming that the principal wanted to see me. Most kids would be nervous in this situation, but for me it was like a habit to be sitting in front of the principal, waiting for him to lecture me. I sat in front of Principal Matthews as he talked on the phone for a few minutes until Indigo showed up and sat next to me, which instantly alerted me of trouble. Matthews hung up the phone and looked between us with dread in his eyes.

"Okay. I'm gonna get this over with. Look Indigo, Violet. I am aware you two have your issues. It's not like you've ever made an effort to hide it." He paused, letting out a scratchy breath. "Which is why I am somewhat terrified that I have to do this. Violet, you are failing every one of your core classes. Indigo you are a straight-A student, and your teaching methods have proven to be far superior to any other student in this school, maybe even in the district." He observed. Indigo looked proud, but I was just nervous. Something was going to happen, something bad. "Indigo is your new tutor. Every day after school for an hour. No excuses."When Principal Matthews said that one sentence I felt like time stopped.