𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

c h a p t e r_t w e l v e: handkerchief

The sound of metal clanging filled the air along with occasional sounds of students talking amongst themselves as they passed the said place, Y/n sat on the swing, carelessly trying enjoying the remainder of the lunch time given.

Although she was seen to be peacefully enjoying her time at the playground of the school, which she questioned why there was a playground whatsoever in a place filled with highschool students. But that wasn't what she was worried most about, it was the fact that canon events that was supposed to happened.

Didn't happened as it was stated on the book itself. Making her wonder, was her existence the reason why?

The swing had come to slow down, Y/n turned to Ivana whom was seated on the second swing, "If you were stuck in your favorite book, what would you do first?" The girl she questioned stopped swinging all together as she pondered her friend's question.

"I guess i would mingle with my favorite character."

"Why?" Y/n looked at her in silence, quite unsure whether to tell her the truth about her situation or not. Then again she would be labeled as a crazy person if she did so,

"Nothing really."

"Just a random thought."

"That's all." She muttered whilst staring at the sight before her, Ivana hummed in response as she started to swing back and forth once more, somehow, E/c eyes locked with doll like purple ones, Christina smiled brightly at Y/n before going onto her merry way once more.

'Gosh why is she so friendly?!' Y/n thought as she scoffed, not that she hated her guts but she is impressed how kind she looks contrast to who she really is in the deeper parts of the story.

Ivana seeing the whole interaction unfold, a twinge of jealousy seeping through her. Couldn't she help it? No! Never! She was the first to meet Y/n why must another person be so friendly with her! She justified as she looked at Y/n and the empty space where Christina was earlier.

huh.

The bell had rung stopping two people from going in too deep in to their whirlwind of thoughts, what a bunch of airheads- Anyways, both stood up as they started to converse about random topics known to man kind. Albeit the interaction between the two, Ivana was watching Y/n closely as if she was trying to figure out something about her.

"Stop stop, change of topic."

"What is wrong?" Y/n raised a brow seeing as how the shorter girls fiery glare at her figure, after being called out her eyes softened as she piqued at her friend, "Huh? Oh nothing~ just thinking about something else."

"Which by the way why would you think Aliens will most likely to abduct cows?"

"What?? I mean to make burgers i don't know!"

"I see it constantly on movies."

Opening the door as Y/n held it for Ivana to enter the building first, at her gentlemen like behavior the girl waddled inside as her heart was beating profusely catching a whiff of Y/n's perfume. "Thank you Y/n~" a honey voice like inserted entering the building as she smiled sweetly at the person holding the door.

"sure?? Uhh...."

"Christina Adelaine." Introduced the girl as Y/n entered the building finally, standing beside Ivana. "I think I've met you, do we know each other?" The girl asked her eyes twinkling with such delight.

"Yes actually!" Ivana answered for Y/n, wanting the conversation to he cut short rude as it is she was taught to have proper manners when two people are speaking but not when time is running, they could be late for class!

"Im talking about you H/c girl."

"Oh me?" Y/n piqued nervously, "Yes you."

"You're that girl that keeps staring at me!"

After the almost awkward conversation Christina said that she doesn't actually mind
Y/n staring at her, preserving it as a compliment at some sorts. Hence the friendship formed between the three.

An unlikely one.

'How could it be though?'

Tapping her feet on the ground impatiently waiting for the final lesson of the day finish,
Y/n wasn't focused on returning home no not at all, instead her attention was directed into the blonde hair individual whom was conveniently sitting in front of her.

Azurè was sweating bullets as he feels someone's burning glare at the back of his skull, a voice inside his head tempting him to look back to see who was the person. His body remained still praying that the feeling might go away. As minutes before the bell rang, the glares only worsened.

Ivana whom was seated a on the second row witnessed how Y/n who's in the very front shamelessly eyes the suspicious guy they saw at the rooftop, causing her to scrunch her eyebrows in discomfort. Christina on the other hand was nowhere in sight, it would be quite a surprise if she were.

Alas the bell had rung as the students sprang to their seats and out the door, only leaving a few to do their business. Azurè wanted to leave the class as quick as he can only for his wrist to be snatched by no other than-

Y/n.

Both stared at each other as no one had yet said a word. The male waited for her to ask about the incident at the rooftop 'that's why she had stopped him right? To talk about what happened in the middle of the classroom where everyone can hear.', clearing his throat as he opted to speak, bitterness of a feeling coursed through him.

Azurè had trusted her enough on his vulnerable state and that is how she'll repay it, his eyes pierced daggers on her own, if looks could kill his would definitely would.

"What occurred at the rooftop this lunch time is non of your business."

"It is but a moment of weakness-"

A soft fabric was placed in his hands, cutting him off from speaking further. A handkerchief? Perplexed as he looked back at the girl and at the material on his hand.

"You dropped it earlier." 

Was all she said before going to the entrance of the door where her friend waited for her. Of course he was taken aback he expected her to speak about it. Guess she listened to what he said huh.

"What was that about?" Ivana asked as she curiously looked at Y/n who seemed to be deep in thought, yet again. 'His eyes, it feels like it saw through my soul.' She shuddered, "Nothing i was just returning something."

Walking out in a slow pace as he observed the two girls walking in front of him. More so to the girl with H/c hair, with the handkerchief in his hands refusing to put it in his pockets. Or the warmth that radiated from when Y/n had given it to him would be gone.

- To Be Continued