-Sophie POV-
Great, this class has no more spots, what am I going to do? Sit next to someone and make them angry? This is just great... Cons to being polite and letting everyone go first I guess...
-Third person-
She walked over and found two open seats by the blonde guy, looking closer - she realized his facial features looked familiar... Where had she seen them?
"Excuse me, can I sit next to you?" She asked nervously, "Can you sit next to me?" He scoffed, looking up at her with a smile - holy fuck it is Robbin Crosby!
"Of course you can sit next to me, come on!" He smiled - waving her over, she sat down and put her bag in the middle chair and listened to the teacher talk while Robbin was doing God-knows what.
Once Sophie was finished, they had to do a peer-review, she raised her hand and the teacher walked over, she asked if the teacher could review it but she smiled and shook her head, so she sighed.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry but can you read this, please?" She asked Robbin who smiled and put his head up, "Sure I can!" He opened it up and began reading the story, the whole time he was drinking from his water bottle or playing with his pencil as he intently read it - as if put on a spell to keep reading, meanwhile Sophie anxious sat there waiting for him to give feedback.
"You're quite the author, can you write me a novel?" Robbin jokingly asked, she smiled a little, "What type? I can write you something if you want," She mumbled, "Really? You don't have to do that," He smiled, "Well, I want to..." She spoke, he began thinking of a good novel idea.
"How about a rock-n'-roll story, you familiar with those?" Robbin asked, watching her eyes twinkle and her posture straighten, "Got it," She said and began writing, within 20 seconds she already had a filled out paragraph, so he whistled lowly, "You into rock n' roll?" He smiled, "Mhm, heavily," She said, "I can see that, you play?" He asked, she nodded, "Oh yeah, what do you play?" He asked, "Guitar, mainly acoustic at the moment, something is making my electric sound like a load of duck shit," She said making him chuckle at her analogy.
"I can check it out if you want," He said, watching her scribble, "It's at home," She said, "Oh, I know, I can come over to see what's up?" He smiled, she shrugged a little, "I mean, if you want... You'd have to wait outside for a little bit though," She said as she took great loads of words and mixed them together before passing the paper to Robbin who began reading.
"You know, you should be an author," He smiled, she shrugged a little, "Mm, music is more my thing," She spoke - in the year 1987, this wasn't really all that popular, but to him, he could tell she'd go far.
"Well you go, rocker chick," He smiled.
The two occasionally spoke throughout the lesson, taking gaps in between to focus.
The bell rang and they all stood up, Robbin helped her pack up and she looked as the other four walked over.
"Am I on something or...?" She asked making them chuckle, "I'd hope not, drugs are awful for ya, don't do 'em," Robbin smiled, she took that advice - knowing damn well what could happen (RIP Robby).
She followed after them as they were going the same way as her, "Beach whale!" They heard boys shout behind them, "What is their problem?" Stephen frowned, "Don't worry, they do it all the time," She mumbled, "Oi - oi come here for a sec," Stephen called, she sighed and moved closer to Robbin as he's the tallest, she stood beside him and the three boys walked over.
"Listen here, I don't know who you think you are, but when you're pushing fifteen and you have a dad-gut already, I don't think you have the right to call someone a beach-whale, look down at that pot belly of yours and think real good before you run your mouth," Stephen said, making the boys shut up, "Oh - and shave that god-awful mullet off," Juan said - further rubbing salt in the wound.
The boys left and she looked at them in awe, "Thanks," she said and followed them to her next class, "What are you guys doing here?" She asked, "Ugh - our manager thought it'd be good for us to hang out with people who are teens so we'd know just how insufferable we are," Stephen said making her giggle, "But he's okay," She looked at Robbin who smiled and gave a kind wink her way, "Yeah but he's Robbin, the gentle giant," Stephen said making her smile a little, "I'm Sophie, the shrinking dwarf," She joked making them laugh - "I like that actually," Robbin chuckled as she was up to his waist, they walked around and some kid jumped out of no where and pushed her - she fell and hit her face in the metal railing.
"Hey! What the fuck is your problem?!" Bobby yelled - the boy was shocked to see that he had witnesses, he was a trouble-maker and one-too-many complaints would lead him kicked the fuck out and probably kicked out of his house too.
"Hey, hey you okay?" Robbin asked as he knelt down in front of her while the others were yelling at the dude for being a dick, Sophie looked up and had blood coming from her nose, she nodded and he gave her a handkerchief. "Don't worry, it's washed," He chuckled, she smiled and held it to her nose, thanking him as he helped her up.
"God, the nerve of that guy!" Juan said as they continued on their journey, "You alright, not gonna faint are you?" Warren asked, "Nah, she'll be right, mate," She smiled - Aussie accent slipping through, the others chuckled and followed her to her art class.
"God damn, how far away is it?" Juan asked, "Down this hill, around the corner, around another corner, around another corner and we're there," She said making them groan, they followed her and they stood outside waiting for her art teacher.
"Morning boys, morning Sophie, what happened to your nose?" Miss. Rowan asked, "Kyle pushed me," She said making her sigh, "That bloody year eight," She sighed and opened the door, "Come on in guys," She said and they followed - helping her put the chairs down.
"Free time, anything you want art related, go," She said - Sophie fist-pumped the air, "Yes, I'm going to finish my gray-scale drawing," She said and grabbed her folder.
She got her folder and they sat down at her table with her, moving chairs to all sit in a table of six. "How come you linger round me now?" She asked, "We're flies on shit, don't worry," Bobby joked making her laugh, "You guys are funny," She giggled as she let them look in her folder, "Damn, you drew that?" Warren asked as it was a drawing of Jimi Hendrix, "Mhm, the gray-scale painting I did is so bad," She showed them and giggled - it was very smudgy, the same drawing just printed out twice.
"Jesus, a bit like a mugshot," Robbin chuckled, "Y- right?!" She nodded, "Dude, so happy you see it," She said, "That sounds bad to get excited over," Juan chuckled making her giggle.
