Try For Me | Zelink AU

Distracted

I'm the first one in my last class. Impa should be here soon. We have a couple classes together and this is one of them. This also happens to be the class I know the most people in. Groose is in here-unfortunately-along with two other friends. Well, one I can safely say is a friend. The other is grumpy enough for everyone in the room.

I get out my notes one last time, reviewing the bits of history I get stuck on. If I get even one question wrong on this test, I'll ruin my perfect score in the class. I don't necessarily need it since I lost the chance for valedictorian years ago but I'd like to get a perfect score just to prove to myself that I can. And to prove it to Father. When I told him I was on track to have a perfect score, he told me that I'd lose points sooner or later. He was upset that I wouldn't be valedictorian as well and blamed me for it even after I explained to him that it wasn't my fault.

The seat next to me is taken, the boy scowling as he takes his notes out as well. I open my mouth to greet him before he beats me to it. "Don't talk to me."

"So grumpy." He may be grumpy but none of his jabs are enough to make anyone feel bad. Except maybe Groose when he called him out on his ridiculous hair and outfit.

More students fill in, none of them Impa. I wouldn't be surprised if she was stalling, doing her best to put off the test for as long as possible. I know for a fact she didn't study and only skimmed.

My other friend comes in, a short redhead with bangs and freckles. She's effortlessly cute and beautiful at the same time. And it just so happens that the boy next to me has had a crush on her all year. I think they'd be adorable together; they're opposites in personality. But he just won't ask her on a date. I don't think she'd say no. Revali may be grumpy but the one person he's nice to is her.

He looks up when Mipha sits in front of him. I wish he'd just talk to her. I'm going to start blackmailing him soon if he doesn't make his move. I only figured it out because he'd been staring at her and Impa-being how she is-asked him if he liked her. His face said it all and any lie he tried to use to talk himself out of it didn't work on us. I'd never tell Mipha of her admirer before he did but Impa might slip. Keeping secrets isn't a skill of hers.

Just before the bell rings, Impa rushes into the room, breathless like she'd been running. "I'm here!" she announces to the class, strutting her way over to her spot next to me. Groose tried to steal it once. He never tried that again. He'd never dare take Revali's spot either.

"Still thinking about your boyfriend?" Impa says, a mischievous smile pulling at her full lips.

"Stop it," I hiss. "He's not my boyfriend."

"If you're talking about Groose, I'm going to throw up," Revali says with his eyes glued to his notes. Now of all times is when he chooses to join a conversation.

"We're talking about Mustang boy." Impa grins. "Zelda has a thing for him."

"No I don't-"

"That's even worse. He's pathetic."

"Somebody's jealous," Impa snickers.

"I am not!"

Our teacher clears her throat. She's standing in front of us and the rest of the class is taking their tests. "Are you three done?"

"Y-yes," I say. "Sorry." I don't miss the annoyance when she tosses the tests onto our desks. What is happening to me today? First I was staring at a boy and I'm struggling to get him out of my head and now I'm annoying my teacher. That's never happened before. I really need to reel myself back in. I can't lose it so close to graduation.

I finish the first page of the test with ease. It was all the easier concepts and simple memorization. If the rest of the test goes like this, I can expect my perfect grade. Father will be pleased. Possibly. Making him proud is more difficult than doing well on a test. It's more difficult than a lot of things. He has his set of rules and expectations consisting of always getting As and avoiding distractions. Distractions like boys. I'm not sure when the no boyfriend rule will be revoked but until then, I have no business thinking about boys like the one I saw earlier. Still, does it hurt to daydream? I do want to see him again to refresh my memory. His hair was long and messy, something Father would hate. The piercings would only make Father scoff. And since when do I find smoking attractive? It's one of the most unhealthy activities a person can enjoy and yet he made it look desirable. Then there was the way he'd rolled his head to the side and stared back at me like he was used to girls gawking at him while sitting at red lights. The way it made my heart flutter...