Branara ~ Magnum

Prologue

Okay so first of all, I know. I haven't finished my Vikklan book. I don't care.

This, guys, is my official OTP. And I know there aren't very many Branara fanfics around. So let's get on with it.

P.S: If anyone who has a part in this story ever reads this, I apologize in advance.

-Sword

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KARA'S POV

So. First day at school. As a freshman. Fun. Said no one ever.

No, I mean, literal first day at this school. I mean as in I moved here two months ago.

Nervous and stuttering as much as Professor Quirrell himself.

I wouldn't say I'm a shy person. Quiet, yes, but shy? Nah bruh.

My house is within walking distance to the school, and yet I know close to nothing about it. Hell, I don't even know what the school colors are.

I walk faster, shivering as cold wind bites my skin.

The school gates loom in front of me. I walk in with a shudder, not knowing what to expect.

I pull out my schedule and scan it. Then I head in the direction of Room 19.

Out of the fifteen people who are already waiting there, not one of them turns to acknowledge me.

My head is spinning. Things seem pretty chill now, but maybe later they will change.

Maybe these kids are nerds like me. It's an advanced math class, after all. I think it's a geometry class or something, not sure though.

Either way I learned this stuff in eighth grade.

Everyone is either reading or on their phones. It's so...quiet.

Suddenly, a scream of laughter erupts from the building across from me, Room 18.

Four guys are running down  a hill, yelling to each other.

"HEY! MITCH! THE HELL'S YOUR FIRST CLASS?"

Someone, presumably this Mitch character, yells back. "I'VE GOT MONTE, AND I HATE HISTORY! WHAT ABOUT YOU, BRANDON?"

"I'VE GOT BARKER!" The first voice responds.

I shudder. That's the same class I've got.

"Hey," someone says behind me.

I spin around.

It's a tall guy, with blond hair and blue eyes.

"Hi," I reply.

"You new here?"

I nod, not sure why he's asking.

He jerks his head in the direction of the four boys. "Stay away from them, unless you want to get sent to the hospital."

My eyes widen. I nod. "What's your name?"

"Lachlan."

"Cool. I'm Kara."

Then the bell rings, and I walk inside.

I sit next to a boy with dark hair, and this Brandon kid.

Barker calls roll.

"Jerome Aceti!"

"Here!" A falsely high voice calls. This guy must be part of the four boy gang, if he's already mocking the teacher.

"Ahem. Brandon Chase." [obviously the names are not accurate.]

He says it like he already knows that Brandon is a bad boy.

"Here," he replies, almost lazily.

I sneak a look at him.

Brandon sits with his chair tilted back. A cheeky smirk is etched onto his face. His brown curls are halfway covered by a gray beanie. He has beautiful blue eyes.

The expression on his face is the type of arrogance that can only be acquired if you've been that cute for your whole life.