Young Adults

CHAPTER 4

Disclaimer: Nothing serious, just making the readers aware that the main character (a.k.a. your OC) will have wistfully long hair as to add to the angelicity that you are, you beautiful babe. May it be that you imagine having a sexy wolf cut, or some nice layering, that is up to you.
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(Y/n) quickly darts up from her seat as she swiftly slings her backpack over her shoulder, carrying her binder, notebooks, and folders all in one arm. She felt too shy to look back this time at the noirette. Not to mention, she didn't want to make matters any more awkward than they were throughout class after their interaction with one another. Her next class wasn't necessarily a class, than it was more so an elective. And one she didn't get to choose willingly. Eren manages to catch up to (Y/n) in the hallway before he lost her completely in the sea of students. "Hey! Hey, (Y/n)- geez, you walk fast. Anyway, what's your elective?" He curiously inquires his new addition to his friend group. "Hm? Oh. Um..." (Y/n) stops dead set in the middle of the hall as she tries to look through everything in her arm, much to the annoyance of those passing by them. Eren stands with her, though feeling quite awkward in doing so. He then offers to hold the mound of binders for her as she starts to shove things in her bag to lessen her load. "Ah, right here." She says, looking through the paper schedule, wrinkled beyond repair. P.E. Otherwise known as Physical Education. Her least tolerated subject in school. It's not as if she didn't see it coming. She did everything she could to avoid gym after elementary school. Now, she has to earn credits in this one subject to pass school completely. "Yippee..." She says unenthusiastically to Eren. Eren peeks over, and stifles down a chuckle. "Damn. Not the athletic type, I'm assuming." He says. She sighs. "Unfortunately, not one bit." She tells him, continuing down the hall. "What do you have next?" She asks him. Eren smiles at the fact she's being more talkative with him, considering how shy she was first meeting him and the others. "Eh, I just have study hall. Most boring elective ever...I just sleep in there." He admits. They both turn the corner and make way for the stairs to the first floor. "Alright, this is where we part. Down this hall, past the bathrooms, are the elective rooms. Wish me luck as I wallow in despair..." Eren moaned. "Heh. Okay. Have fun." (Y/n) poked fun at him. "So cold..." He replied in joke, walking away to the elective rooms. (Y/n) independently makes her way to the gymnasium, and enters through the double doors, her confidence leaking through a crack in her heart being in the overwhelmingly gargantuan space. She approaches the nearest adult, who happens to be her gym teacher, and is guided to the locker rooms to change into her uniform, which resided in her back pack. After changing, she awkwardly left the locker rooms and slowly wandered to pick a free choice sports to play. Badminton, or Volleyball. 'Either I risk making a fool of myself trying to hit a ball over a net, or hit a plastic 'thingy' with a racket...' She decided to go with the latter. She walks over to the badminton area, avoiding the rambunctious game of volleyball played by a group of boys, and picked up a racket when she made it to the other side of the gym. She then realized...you need someone to play with. 'Well that's just out of the question. I'm not walking up to people to ask if they want to play a silly game like this...' "Excuse me." (Y/n) glanced to her left, seeing a girl around her age, with black hair styled in pigtails, and friendly cinnamon colored eyes. "Do you have a partner?" She asks. (Y/n)'s brows bob up and down for but a moment, surprised. She was not expecting the people in Washington to be so extroverted. "O-Oh. Um...no. I-I just got here." (Y/n) replies. "Oh, same here! Two peas in a pod, huh?" The girl says, raising her hand to signal herself as one of the peas. (Y/n) nervously tugs on her ear lobe. "Heh, yeah..." "Here, I'll stand over here..." The girl begins, as she backs away. "...And hit it when you're ready." She tells (Y/n) with volume over the loud gym. (Y/n) nods. She then throws the birdie and swings the racket with her dominant hand to hit it. Only...she doesn't hit it. At all. (Y/n) turns beet red. "S-Sorry...I-I'm really bad at this." She apologizes to the girl with raven hair. The girl giggles and makes her way back over to (Y/n). "Hey, don't apologize! It's alright. Thing is, the gym teachers don't actually pay attention...just as long as you're 'being' active is what they care about." She assures her. "Thank god...'cause I'm like...not athletic. At all..." (Y/n) replies, running a hand through her hair. "Same here. What's your name?" The girl asks. "Ah, I'm (Y/n). Uh, (L/n)." She awkwardly finishes. "I'm Mina Carolina." The girl introduces, holding out a hand to (Y/n), in which she takes in her's and shakes it. "Heh...Like the states." (Y/n) banters. Mina chuckles. "Yeah, I get that a lot. So, how many people have asked if you're new here? Because, I'm about to ask you that." (Y/n) exhales a short chuckle. "I guess it's that noticeable I'm not from here, huh?" "Well, it's a small town. Everyone knows everyone out here." Mina tells her, swaying her racket gently in her right hand. "Man, it must be a really small town then." (Y/n) joked.
Just suddenly a volleyball came hurtling at (Y/n)'s right arm, making both of the girls gasp at the suddenness. "Good lord! Are you okay?" Mina asks in concern. "Y-Yeah...at least it wasn't in the face." (Y/n) said, rubbing her arm. "I'm so sorry!" The two peer over to an approaching young man, with light brown hair, which was ruffled from the activity, and striking topaz eyes. Once he was in close proximity, (Y/n) noticed he was much taller then her or Mina, and even had stubble on his chin. 'Someone must have hit puberty early or something.' She thought. "Are you okay? I'm really, really..." (Y/n) looks up from her arm, whipping hair away from her face to see him more clearly, and revealing more of her features.