*Lilly^^^
We're sitting on the bleachers in the gym, waiting for instructions when Lilly tells me she might move.
"Like hell you are. I'll kidnap you if I have to," I say. She laughs and tells me there's nothing I can do. "We'll see about that. Just you wait. You don't know it yet, but I have a few tricks of my sleeve."
"Girls, how about you go ahead to class. I know you have an all nighter, but do you really have to sit in my class? You're disrupting the students," Mrs. Riley asks. Even though the students are doing what they're supposed to do, they can't take their eyes off of us.
"That's their problem," Lilly says.
"It's not their fault you're both very beautiful," she counters.
"We're not beautiful, we're exotic," I say. We describe ourselves as exotic because Lilly has silver hair and blue eyes, and me, I just have these purple eyes. Mrs. Riley rolls her eyes and goes back to overseeing the class. "Where is your mom planning to move to?"
"San Francisco. But I'm trying to convince her to move into the house next to yours," she informs me. "Hey, wanna go pester our Spanish teacher?"
"Hat sounds like an excellent idea," I agree. We stand and look at each other. "Bet I can jump farther than you."
"We better not. We don't want to disrupt the class," Lilly dissuades me, doing a perfect imitation of Mrs. Riley. Then she smirks. "You're on. Same time. Ready? 1...2...3!" We're both soaring in the air towards the ground. The gasps of everyone are audible as we land.
"Girls! What on earth," Mrs. Riley exclaims. "Don't make me tell your coach about the stunt you just pulled."
"We're sorry. We won't do it again. Please don't tell him," we beg simultaneously. We jog over to her and wrap our arms around her shoulders. "Please?"
"Ugh, fine! You're both lucky you're good students, or I wouldn't be so agreeing," she says. We cheer and skip out of the gym.
"If coach would have found out, we would be dead," Lilly says as we walk down the hallway.
"Yeah. She'd have us conditioning until we couldn't feel our bodies. Or worse, for days," I tell her. I shiver at the thought. "Do you think she would make us try and haul a truck like she always threatened to do if we got into trouble?"
"I don't doubt it," I sigh. I glance at the door that leads to the world of the Spanish speakers. "Ready? ¿Estás lista?"
"Ready," she says. We enter and Sra. Rodrigues stops teaching to look at us.
"Qué estás haciendo aquí, chicas," she questions us.
"Queremos pasar tiempo con usted, Señora. No tenemos algo mejor para hacer," I tell her. It isn't particularly true. We did have better things to do, but I would prefer sitting in here.
"Hicieron la tarea," she asks.
"Sí, vamos a entregarla la próxima clase. La no tenemos porque estamos ayudando a los estudiantes que están atendiendo escuela durante del día," Lilly explains. She glares at us. If looks could kill, we'd certainly be lying in a pool of blood. But it's not our fault we wanted to help the others who attended during the day.
"Siéntense en los pupitres aya y no dicen nada, comprende," she orders. We thank her and sit in the desks in the far side of the room. As we sit there, chatting quietly, Señora Rodrigues drones on about past perfect and pluperfect.
"Do you think that new guy is gonna be there? God, I hope so," Lilly sighs.
"I hope not. I don't want to meet that thing again," I say. She swats me on the arm.
"He is not a thing," she corrects me. "He is an extremely good looking individual who just happens to be a player."
"You're making it sound like not all unbelievably sexy men are players," I say. She snaps her fingers and smiles at me. I roll my eyes. "I won't believe it until I see it."
"Aww come on. Give him a chance. From what I heard from Amy, he seems really interested in you," she asks. I ignore her plea. I'm not letting him have his way with me.
*hours later*
It's almost daybreak. We sit in the cafeteria, waiting for the day class to pour in. And so far, I've taken seven pictures of the sunrise. Lilly has her head in my lap, taking a nap. I stare at her sleeping face blankly, thinking about nothing in particular. I poke her funny looking hair tie lightly, careful not to wake her. I'm contemplating on whether or not I should take them off when I hear the door open.
"Omg I can't wait for today," a girl says excitingly. Her friend agrees with her. When they see me, they look like they're about to scream, but I push my finger to my lip. They listen, but they rush over and sit across from me. I feel Lilly readjust herself so that her face is buried in my lap. Irritated, I yank her scrunched off of her head and put them into my bag. She unexpected sinks her teeth into my thigh.
"Son of a," I curse through gritted teeth. I slap her rear end and she sits up instantly, rubbing the spot where I hit her.
"What was that for," she whimpers. I point to her bite marks and she looks back up at me innocently. "You know I bite in my sleep." I glare at her before getting up. "Where are you going.?"
"To wash your saliva off of my thigh," I reply. I'm already out the door and in the bathroom before she can say anything else. I grab a paper towel and wipe the spot twice before returning to the cafeteria. When I sit back down beside her, she asks me where her scrunchies are. "I don't know. You got up and threw them somewhere then laid back down." When she looks away, I signal the girls not to say anything to her. They blush.
"Have you seen them," Lilly asks them. They shake their heads, avoiding eye contact. I wink at them and instantly their faces are as red as an apple. She shrugs and leans on the table, staring at the two girls who sat across from us. "What class do you have today?"
"W-world history 1," they stutter. I nod, chuckling at their response. The door opens and I can see a large group enter. I'm not paying attention to Lilly when she bites me again, being careful not to leave any spit. She squeals and springs out other chair as I get up.
"You know I'm coming for you," I say as I inch for her. She retreats before breaking into a sprint. I chase after her, grinning dubiously. I tackle her before she has a chance to hide in the crowd.
"Alright! I'm sorry," she pleas. I smirk down at her and pin her wrists to the ground. I hear fan girls scream (they have this weird fantasy that me and Lilly are dating). "Please don't."
"Sorry," I say. I lean down and sink my teeth into her neck. After five seconds she starts tapping out. I let go five seconds later. "I thought you would last longer than that. You did the other night." The last part is said to satisfy some of the fangirls' fantasies. It works; they squeal.
"You know what you did wasn't fair. That's the only reason why I lasted that long," she protests. I roll my eyes and help her up. Some girls drop to their knees, while others cling on to each other. "Why do you get these girls' hopes up? It's mean."
"It would be boring if they just sat there with nothing. Besides, they're adorable when they're squealing," I reply, smirking. But it fades as soon as my eyes land on the next person to walk through those doors. It's Ren, one of the worlds biggest playboys.
