Emerald Sparks

9

"I'm thinking about buying a dog," I told the green eyed girl beside me as we walked down the hallway.

"Really? What kind of dog?" She asked, keeping up with my pace. I chuckled to myself as I realized I was being too fast.

"I'd like to keep small dogs but I guess I want a Siberian husky," I shrugged, slowing down a bit.

"Siberian huskies are cool," she responded, stopping on her tracks as we stopped to her locker. "It sucks that we don't have classes together."

"Why, you want me to be in your class?" I smirked, leaning against the next locker to watch her.

"Yes," she admitted nonchalantly. "I mean, I don't like it when I'm being paired with someone I barely know. Classes are only fun when some of you guys are there. I have Science with Dinah and Ally. English with Normani and Math with Camila. You're really the only one who's absent." She pouted.

Oh my God, that's so cute. I want to kiss her pout away.

"Is it possible to switch classes?" I questioned, pulling my lips between my teeth.

"You'd do that for me?" I smiled when her face lit up and I shook my head.

"I'd do it for Camila, actually," I teased, receiving a playful shove from her. "Of course it's for you, dumbass! I don't want you to miss me too much."

"Oh, don't make assumptions," she scoffed, closing her locker. "I just want to see how you cheat in class."

"Hey, I don't cheat," I defended, walking beside her.

"They'll only allow you if you have valid reasons, though," she retorted, making me think deeply. "Do you have a valid reason?"

Valid reason? I can't just say that my friend wanted me in her class and they'll act right away, aye? Thinking about my resources, I could tell the counselor that I'm being bullied. But, why would someone bully me? And why would I let someone bully me? Man, no one have ever tried to lay a finger on me. Except for the Flanagans. Wait... I can switch classes if I want to because my parents are the biggest donors of this school and I am pretty essential to them... I can take advantage of that.

"Yes, I do," I smirked as Lauren glanced up at me with a questioning look.

The bell rang and we separated ways, leaving Lauren confused in the middle of the hallway.

***

"Are you crazy?" Dinah exclaimed.

We are seated in our usual place in the cafeteria, waiting for the other girls.

"I'm not blackmailing the counselor," I countered. "I'm just going to tell them that I don't want my Spanish teacher anymore and I'll switch to French where Lauren is."