Your P.O.V.
I'm currently in social studies class, and how boring it is. I don't get what my friends see in this class. It's like each one of them know every little bit about a specific country. Alfred with U.S. History. Matthew with Canadian history, Francis with French, Arthur with England, Ludwig with German, and don't even get Ivan started with Russian history.'how strange they all take a particular liking and knowledge of a specific country.' Anyways I already know this stuff I'm going to sleep.
After your peaceful nap~~~~~~~
No one's P.O.V.
The teacher called you up to the front. "(Y/n), do you mind bringing these supplies over to the 2p building.?" The teacher asked. Your (e/c) eyes lit up with determination. 'This is my chance to see what the 2p building is like.' You happily agreed. As you walked out the door with the supplies your friends ask you what took you so long. You explained to them that you had to go bring supplies over to the 2p building. Worry spread across each of their faces. "You guys don't worry about ill be fine. Plus if something happens you already know I am capable of defending myself." They all shuddered recalling a memory where you almost beat all of them into a pulp in less than 3 minutes. "So see you guys a little later."
Onto the 2p building•••••••••••••••
No one's P.O.V.
'Just have to drop this off in the teachers lounge and I can head back.' The 2p building looks no different from the 1p building. 'I really don't see what they were worrying about' "(Y/n)!" You heard somebody tell out. From the cheer and happiness in his voice you could tell it was Oliver.
Oliver's P.O.V.
Matthieu, Allen, Francois and I were walking down the hallway and I noticed a student wearing the 1p uniform. I think that's (y/n). "(y/n)!" I shouted out and in fact it was her. What is she doing here in the 2p building?
Your P.O.V.
Oliver asked me what I was doing here in the 2p building. I explained to him that I was just dropping off supplies. He also had 3 other people with him. They kind of resemble Alfred, Matthew, and Francis. Oliver introduced me to the three other people on the side of him. There names where Allen, Matthieu, and Francis. ' I still don't see what the problem is with 2p's except they do have that violent glare in their eyes.' " Hey doll face," 'doll face when did I ever get that nick name' "it's (y/n) get it right." " Feisty one aren't we huh doll face, but I don't mind girls like that." 'K maybe this is one of the things they were talking about.' " First off, your annoying me." "Second off, I'm gonna punch you in the stomach." I said. Francis just grunted and Matthieu started laughing. "Ouch, well I'll leave you alone... for now." Saying that resulted in Matthieu shoveling him in the side of his stomach. Allen doubled over in pain. Allen started cursing out Matthieu multiple times and Matthieu didn't back down either. A dark aura started to surrounded Oliver. In a deep tone he asked " You guys are going to owe a lot of money for the swear jar." Oliver's aura started darkening by the second. Allen and Matthieu paled and Francis just sighed. 'Guess that's my cue to leave better go before things get bad. I've seen Oliver mad before and I don't want to see it again.'
No one's P.O.V.
As you were walking back all you could do was chuckle at the events that happened previously. 'They're actually pretty funny. Maybe Alfred and them were overreacting' But you didn't know their past. When you got back they were surprised that you didn't come back terrified. "I told you guys I'm capable of defending myself." You and your friends talked and chatted for the rest of lunch. 'So far my high school life has been pretty interesting.'
