The Bet (Marcanne)

Prologue

3rd person's POV
Sasha wandered the halls with her bag slung over her shoulder.

It was the start of her sophomore year, and she was walking to her first class of the day.

She opened the door and scanned the room, and was instantly relieved when she saw a familiar brunette, and she quickly took a seat besides her friend.

Anne looked up and waved silently, which made Sasha do the same.

Soon after, more people were piling into the class and one of those people being the teacher.

Sasha groaned in boredom, which made Anne elbow her to silence her, which she glared at her for.

Soon after, the teacher started yapping it being a new year, and how it was important to get all your credits on time.

Sasha raised an eyebrow, already very bored of the class.

She looked around, hoping to find something to keep her mind busy for a bit, until her eyes landed on a raven-haired girl who was intently listening to the teacher.

Sasha was a bit shocked by that, until she realized who it was.

Marcy Wu, of course that girl was listening, she was known to be a goody two shoes, which peaked Sasha's interest greatly, but for a reason you wouldn't expect.

She glanced at the brunette, who was still looking forward, seemingly also listening to the lesson.

Sasha's eyes darted from the two girls and smirked slightly before nudging Anne, who ignored it at first, until the blonde pinched her shoulder, which made her jolt and turn to her with narrowed eyes.

"What?" She whispered.

"I have a bet for you, Boonchuy," Sasha said with a huge smirk.

Anne didn't like it, she was a bit unsettled, in fact, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to know what Sasha was up to, but she asked anyways.

"What is it?"

"I'll tell you later." She said, and turned back to the front, to pretend she was paying attention, when in reality she spaced off.

Anne sighed but decided to just wait.

To be continued...