The Phoenix Burglar

Chapter 4: Wanna be Friends?

--Morty POV--

I sat at my desk in math class, leaning my chin on my palm with half lidded eyes. Mr. Goldenfold had a substitute once again. Apparently his house got burnt down over the weekend by that psycho Phoenix Burglar, and he was looking for a place to stay before he came back to teaching. I wonder who's behind it all. They were making my math class even more boring than usual. 

I wasn't paying much attention to anything but Jessica, just staring at the back of her head. I sighed before looking out the window. I kinda wish Rick would barge in and steal me out of class again, but I had told him to back off for a while. I really regret that, but I'm not gonna give into his ego. Old bastard. 

Suddenly the door slammed open, and a girl who looked too old to be in high school kicked in the door of the classroom. Everyone froze and stared at her with wide eyes.

"What's up, fuckers." A shocked silence. "Wow, tough crowd," she drawls. She hands the stunned teacher a piece of paper and makes the kid sitting beside me move seats. The teacher clears his throat as she sits, not sure what to do with this new girl's presence.

"Well, it appears we have a new student joining us. Miss...?"

"Miss Mirri, Sir," the girl said in a sickly sweet mocking voice. My mouth hung open. She's got a pair on her. The teacher's face turns red in anger and he glares at her.

"Well, Mirri, I suggest you fix that attitude of yours before I send you to the principal's office," he threatens.

"Yessir," she says, but I could feel the anger radiating off of her. I think the teacher does too, as he gulps and quickly moves on to the lesson.

"Alright class, 2 plus 2."

"Four," the entire class resounds, except for me and the new kid, Mirri. I stared at her, taking in her features. She had beautiful, thick dark brown hair with scarlet dyed tips. She had soft, pouty pink lips and striking coffee brown eyes. I felt my cheeks flush and looked down, embarrassed. Why did she choose to sit beside me, anyway? I felt a pair of eyes on me, and looked up to see her smirking at me. 

She turned away before grabbing someone's notebook and pencil while they weren't paying attention, and started scribbling down something. I watched with curiosity. She looked up at me and smiled, before tearing out the page she had been writing on and passing it to me. Unfortunately the teacher saw and yelled at her to not pass notes. It didn't matter though, all that mattered were the words scrawled out in slanted cursive on the piece of parchment.

"Wanna be friends?"

I gulped, blushing as I glanced back up at her. She had a neutral expression on her face as she stared at me. Oh, she expects me to write back. Now I feel stupid. I scrunched my brows up in confusion before writing back. God my handwriting looks so childish next to hers. I pass the paper, being careful not to get caught by the teacher.

"Why me?"

She smiled down at the piece of paper before writing something down.

"You seem the most interesting. So, yes or no?"

I looked down for a second, thinking. This could either go really well, or horribly wrong. But...I kind of like her attitude, it's quirky. And well... a girl is asking me to be friends. A hot girl at that. I smiled nervously, trembling hand writing down my answer.

"Yes."

I see her grin as she reads my response. She places her pencil back on the paper.

"Awesome! What's your name?"

"I'm Morty, Morty Smith."

"Cool. Meet me at lunch, Morty . ;)"

At that she went back to staring ahead, her eyes seeming to glaze over in boredom as the teacher droned on. I start to panic internally, shaking. She wants me to meet her at lunch?! This has to be some kind of fluke right? She just doesn't know I'm a loser yet. I look back over to see her messing with a zippo lighter. Huh. I shake my head, tuning back into class to distract from my racing heart.