From Another Place (A Zodiac Story)

~21~

"Rock, Paper, Scissors, shoot!" Anton and Gianna yelled out in unison as they swung their hands forward. Anton looked at Gianna's paper and turned towards his scissors.

"What the fuck? No I refuse," he bitched and glared at the girl in front of him, who was smiling like the devil's spawn. They were both walking towards the gymnasium for their next class. Liliana was walking in front of them without a word escaping her lips. Anton couldn't see her expression either as she had her back turned towards them.

"You don't have a choice, Ant," she smirked, "You have to give me a piggyback ride."

"Fuck you," Anton growled.

"You wish you could," Gianna smirked, and skipped forward to wrap an arm around her best friend's shoulder, "Or you can treat me and Lina to fried chicken after this." Anton shook my head and grinned.

"Guys, what profession do you think I'll be able to do? If we're excluding the whole getting married for political reasons and becoming queen possibilities?" Liliana suddenly asked. Earlier in class, the teacher talked about how everyone in the school was destined for a certain career path, and it seemed like the idea was stuck in Liliana's mind.

"You're capable of being many things if we're excluding the whole athlete path," Gianna joked, making Liliana chuckle and playfully hit her best friend's arm.

"To be honest, I've always thought you would end up as a philanthropist or a socialite," Anton admitted thoughtfully.

"Yeah, that's how most people see me," Liliana uttered as she stared off blankly into the distance. Gianna and Anton glanced at each other.

"Is something on your mind, Lina?" Gianna asked in concern.

"I'm completely fine," Liliana smiled as she sighed, "Come on, let's get to the gym." She then, started running off towards the gym, leaving Gianna and Anton in the dust.

"She's totally hiding something from us," he grinned as he looked down at his friend.

"Definitely," Gianna smirked and looked up at him, "You, on the other hand, I've always associated you with the damsel princess in distress type. Are you gonna marry a prince and get shipped off to some foreign land?"

"Who knows, maybe if the prince is hot, then possibly," Anton smiled darkly at her, "At least that makes me the marriageable type, unlike some crazy, lazy princess I know."

Gianna glared and stuck her tongue out at him, "You're lucky I don't want to be marriageable. Either way, you owe me a piggyback ride."

Anton sighed and rolled his eyes, as he leaned down in front of her, "Fine. Get on."

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Terri was reapplying mascara when Andrew spoke, "What's the point in putting on makeup for gym class? There's no one to impress here, unless you're planning on smashing the gym coach."

"Who knows? You're straight, so you don't know what I like," Terri shrugged and grinned, "And besides, a princess like me must look good at all times."

"Princess? Who, you?" Andrew smirked as he shook his head in disbelief.

"Bitch," Terri glared at the villain's son before her, who chuckled at her reaction.

"Are you still mad at Charles?" Andrew asked her. She paused after hearing his name.

"Duh," she replied as she glared at her reflection, "Calling me a disgrace; who does he think he is?"

"Clearly someone who doesn't give a shit about you and is messing with a new girl," she noticed how Andrew's tone was slightly tense. She glanced up at him through the mirror and noticed he was staring daggers at someone. Or some people.