The Notorious Rivalry

Chapter # 2

Onna simply shrugged and ignored her friend's glare.
"Well anyway" she resumed, smiling slightly as she waved the pink letter around. "As far as my Intel goes, Renton has lunch at 5th period. I'll skip class and stay with you up until I spot him."
Seriously? Intel?  She has Intel? What is this, another one of  her hobbies?
Onna smiled as she imagined how it would play out, in her head. India sighed.
"You know Onna, not all guys think the same way about certain things." She said and Onna snorted at this.
"And what could you possibly know about guys? You've never even had a boyfriend before" she sneered.

"Enough to know that confession letters are as dead as the latin language."

"Well then you don't know shit, India. Do you know how many times I've done this? a bunch of times. So when I say it works, I'm completely sure of it. The guys melt when a really hot girl confesses. I would too."

India rolled her eyes. Narcisist, much? "Don't say I didn't warn ya."
At this, Onna's glossy peach colored mouth curled up into a nasty smirk, her small pointy nose slightly crinkling. "And don't say I didn't tell you so when he falls for it." She stuffed the letter into her bag and patted it. "There's no way he won't fall for it."
"Why do you want him anyway? What will you achieve by catching him?"
Onna glared at her. "Don't talk about him like he's somekind of pokemon. And besides, why wouldn't I want him? The guy's good looking, smart, rich...and I can't help but relate to him."
"You make it seem like it were some kind of achievement." She muttered.
"It is" she replied rather confidently. India checked her watch and lazily spared a glance at her before slowly turning around. "Well, good luck with that. You have my prayers." 

"Where the hell are you going? aren't you gonna help me?" she snapped, seeing India's intentions while the latter continued to walk away.

"I'm late to class, Onna." was all she said.
Onna rolled her eyes and stomped away towards the opposite direction in a very unladylike way, ignoring the many glances she got as she cursed the brunette out loud.

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India settled down in her seat before turning her head around and spotting Lennox's thick, dark hair that would even rival John Stamos's. It was always one of the first things she would notice whenever she'd see him, and possibly the only thing he had that looked vivacious and full of life. He seemed to be occupied with a group of girls, a smug look etched on his face as if he knew that even yawning could make them all swoon and squeal over him.

It was disgusting to know that a fifteen year old was aware of the effect his prescence would cause to people of the opposite gender.
She figured she had been glaring for too long as soon as she realized his eyes had darted around until it lazily met her own. She scoffed and turned away.
How could they possibly want to be around a guy who barely acknowledges them? She thought.

She occupied herself with reading her notes from yesterday until the history teacher would arrive, since the woman always, always came late to class. but either way, she couldn't help but feel excited to see what Ms. Bruno had in store for them today.

History was one of her favorite classes. She always liked to learn about how and why things were the way it was today. There was always an origin behind everything and she wanted to know it. It was fascinating to acknowledge the battlefields, monuments, and even cemeteries. Because as weird as that sounded, even cemeteries count as historical landmarks and are quite interesting once you roam around them. As Ms Bruno would put it, graves are the only visible reminder of someone who once lived.
"Good Morning Children!" she happily chirped, and India grinned.
Ms. Bruno always had this vibe that would just light up the room and make history seem fun and interesting even to the most uninterested. So whenever she was absent, most of the students would skip the class period, and frankly she couldn't blame them because nearly all substitute teachers were boring and never knew what they were doing. She would have skipped as well had it not been for the attendance and any possible credits for a class assignment. She watched the rather tall woman set her bag onto the desk and cover the chair with her jacket before glancing at her with a similar grin.