Pyrrhia High, a Wings of Fire as Humans story

Chapter Ten

There has been a slight timeskip, placing this story at around October 27-28.

(Starflight's POV)

I had been trying to work up the courage to ask Sunny to the Fall Dance all morning.

I knew that it was a far-fetched hope that she would say yes. But I had to give it a chance. I had liked her for too many years to not, which was why every time I had a twinge of doubt about my plan, I told myself that if I had liked her this much for this long, I had to try.

So try I did.

After school on Monday, as Sunny was leaving, I jogged up to her, and she stopped beside me. "Sunny!" I said, my voice sounding unnaturally squeaky and high-pitched. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Sunny." There, that was better.

"Yes, Starflight?" Sunny asked, brushing a strand of her golden hair out of her face.

"I-um-I was just wondering if-uh-if maybeyou'dliketogotothefalldancewithme?" I stuttered out. There! I had said it. I braced myself for rejection.

"What?" Sunny asked. I felt like slapping myself in the face.

"I was just wondering if you might want to go to the fall dance with me?" I said again, slower this time, trying to keep the desperate hope out of my voice.

"Oh! Starflight, er, I'm super sorry, but someone's already asked me, and I've-I've said yes." she gave me a pitying glance.

"Oh-great-awesome-fine-okay-that works-um-bye!" I said, turning to dart off into the crowd of people where I could never be found.

"Starflight?" she called my name softly. I hurried back to her, and she finished what she was saying. "I really am sorry," she gave me another soft smile, and she waited until I gave her a forced half-smile before walking back to the car where she would drive herself and her adoptive brother, Qibli, home. Unlike a lot of the students at Pyrrhia High, Thorn, Sunny's mother and the principal of the school, let Sunny drive her own car to and from school.

I hurried over to the sidewalk, getting ready to walk home, since Fierceteeth was 'busy' today. On my way, I was intercepted by Fatespeaker. "Oh, hey Starflight!" she said, realizing who I was when she bent down to help me pick up the books I had dropped when we had collided. "Hi, Fatespeaker." I commented absentmindedly.

"So, I was wondering, do you have a date for the Fall Dance yet?" Fatespeaker asked, handing me my books, which I put back into my bag, before she stood up and offered me a hand. I took it, and she helped me up. I released her hand once I had my balance, slightly embarrassed. I didn't know why, though.

"No, I don't." I replied, inwardly cringing at my earlier conversation with Sunny.

"Neither do I!" Fatespeaker said cheerfully, as if that was a good thing. "We could go together, if you want." I startled at this. It certainly wasn't what I had been expecting. I didn't know what I had been expecting.