locklan's POV
"Oh hey mouse." she says with a smile. I cringe at the nickname, but smile back. Its been a little while since I've been called that. We walk and talk together, it's a little awkward since we haven't talked in a long while, and we never talked that much but it still went pretty nice. I never realized what was so appealing about Delilah. What made the boys go crazy? She was my height. She had a pretty face, no special personality feature, I mean she's just sweet and I guess rather impulsive with friends. She's also kinda oblivious. She's extremely picky, she wants a specific person and no one's met that. She stops talking suddenly and looks at me. "What happened to your lip mouse?" she asks. My breathe always quickens at these moments. "I just slipped and fell. You know I've always been so clumsy." I lie smoothly, using my old lies to help me here. She chuckles slightly and I take a deep breath. "You need to be more careful." she says. I want to laugh, I want to laugh out loud and roll on the ground at that. People are so oblivious. But instead I nod my head with a small smile. Irony is awful but always so funny. I see two familiar girls in a group of people. The one in pastels, Catherine, waves excitedly, while her counterpart, Ash, gave me a short wave with a small smile. I wave slightly to the both of them. I keep walking until I see another familiar face, one with exotic green eyes and dark brown hair. I look at Delilah and she's glancing at him. Curiosity fills me, will he be the one to satisfy her? Are they even right together? hmm, I scrunch up my face at that. I look back to him and he's looking back and forth between us, he walks up to us and I leave. Not wanting to deal with more people. I talked enough today with girl. Now I need to find a place to be away from everyone until class starts up again.
Everett's POV
I saw the boy from yesterday walking uncomfortably beside a blonde haired girl. I looked at the two of them and decided that she was Delilah. She was an average girl. She was as tall as the other boy. She had simple blue eyes and a round kind of face. She was a tan color but looked odd compared to the pale boy beside her. The boy's face was blank for the most part, grimacing for only a short while then blank again. I noticed the boys lip was swollen and busted, it gave me a weird clenched feeling in my stomach. I walked up to the two and he walked away. I wanted to call out and ask where he was going but didn't. I looked back at the girl who I could see in more detail. She was just very simple, pretty but quite plain. I smiled down at her. "Hey, I'm Everett, I'm kinda new here and I'm trying to get to know everybody and put names to faces." I say confidently. She smiles up at me. "Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Delilah." "Yeah, and I have quick question for you, who was that boy you were with?" I ask, curiosity seeping. "Oh him, that's mouse. I went to elementary school with him." she says. Mouse? "So what's his real name? He wouldn't tell me yesterday." I state again annoyed at not knowing. She drew a blank expression, almost looked like she was looking back on something. "Actually, I don't ever remember knowing his name for all these years. When we were young we always called him mouse because he was so quiet. Then some called him Klutz cause he'd constantly have bruises. And eventually I never heard a nice name about him. The teachers never really called on him. I don't remember his name." I feel disappointed and confused, why do people say bad things about him? I don't ask because I feel like I'm focusing more on him than anything else. I'll figure him out. I turn back to her and begin talking about things ideally. But as I listen to her talk I focus on the small boy leaned against the hallway wall. "So I'm just guessing, you must have been told about how difficult it is to get me right?" she says abruptly. I think on it, how often does this happen to her? "ugh, yeah I guess." I say. "So are gonna try to get me to?" she asks. that sounds rather conceited, but I guess I am doing that. I don't know how to respond. "Maybe." is all I reply. She looked shocked like she's never gotten that response. "maybe?" she repeats. "yeah." she smiles and looks interested. I don't know how I feel about her. I look up and search the hallway for the small boy, mouse. It feels wrong to call him that but I don't know any other name for him. It doesn't suite him anyways. "Goodbye Delilah" I say as the bell rings.
