Melancholy of Archer

Really weird

Maverick Woods!" A loud booming voice echoed throughout the hallways.

''oh shit oh shit"?I cursed shoving through the messy crowds.

"You better stop or I'll make you eat these paints." My bestfriend since middle school, Heather Wells, shouted behind me.

I turned around and, boy, did I regret that.

I tripped, rolled and faceplanted the floor.

''Oomphff"

"BITCH STOP RUNNING!"

Is she blind or something? Can't she see that I'm already down?

"Oh good you're already down, stand up cause you're going down again." She said lending me a hand. I stood up and dusted my jeans, I turned to look at her when she raised her fist and punched me. The fuck? Did she just punch me?
I went down but stood up again, palming my jaw I turned to look at her and wrestled her to the ground.

It went on for minutes, punching, dodging, kicking and us shouting curses.

"Ladies, for the love of god, Stop fighting or you'll go straight home!" A voice shouted.
We quickly stood up, dusted ourselves and grabbed our fallen bag.

"Sure sir!" " Roger that!" We shouted, ready to go home. We turned around to see the Principal, Mr. Trance, narrowing his eyes, obviously annoyed.

I turned to look at heather and sent hee a fictional telepathic message, just kidding it's just me looking at her with a look saying "You dipshit we're in trouble, again!"

"It's not my fault now! You're the one who started it!"She sent back.

"What did you do now Maverick?" He said gritting his teeth. The crowds slowly dissipated
"What why only me?" I said or shouted, it can also be both tho.
"Well since we both know that Ms. Heather is innocent, considering she's the one covered in paint and not you. Unless, she decided to pour glitter pink all over herself and ran on the hallways shouting your name." Mr. Trance said, amused and annoyed.

"No sir, of course I wouldn't do that." Heather replied, smiling sweetly. Oh how much I wanted to punch that grin off her face.

"So you Maveric-" Mr. Trance started but I cut him off. "Ok sir I understand." As if I would. "Just tell me what my punishment is."

The Principal smiled victoriously, as if he just won his first fight for the first time. I would battle with him but I just want to get this paint off me right this instant.
"As punishment, You are to tour the new student around school, starting now."
I nudged Heather knowing full well that she will unwillingly help me.

He took something out of his pocket and handed it to me.
" That paper includes her name, homeroom and her picture." He said grinning. The he left, He left just like that.
I frowned but still read the crumpled paper along with Heather

Name:  Archer Cross
H.T: Mrs. Ross

"Ohh looks like we have a new student in our class" Heather wiggled her eyes
"We have to go there now."

I looked at the crumpled paper there's a picture of a girl with auburn hair "Ohhh ginger"
and eyes with the color green, no I meant blue, no it's surely green.

"Hey Heather, Is it green or blue?" I said pointing at her eyes.
"It's definitely blue." She replied. "I'm sure it's green."
"Blue."
"Green."
"Blue."
The Banter continued for minutes until we reached the room.
We slid the sliding doors quite loudly and got in
All the students were there, sitting and staring at us.
We shut our mouths and quietly went to the back of our class and sat down, noticing that there's an extra chair besides us.
The bell rang and the teacher, Mrs. Ross, entered the room, but not closing the door. Huh weird.
"Good morning class, There's a new transferee student today, take good care of her. Ms. Cross, You may come in." Mrs. Ross announced.
A girl with a waist-length auburn hair strutted in, wearing a sweater, that is a bit to big on her and skinny jeans. And did I tell you that she's eating pocky?
I hope she won't get scolded when the teacher saw her, that won't be the best way to start her first day.
She faced the crowd and a series of ohhh's and ahhh's echoed through the room.
Woot woot