the divine feminine → chris schistad

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nez and xavier arrived at school. it was the first time xanny guzman had ever arrived with someone else. considering the fact that xanny was almost a penetrator (with how often he hung out with them), he and his sister grabbed a lot of attention as they walked though the courtyard.

"they're staring." nez frowned as huddled closer to her brother to shield her face. she wore sunglasses; no one could see her glaring at them.

"who cares?"

"i care. do people here know manners?" nez straightened out her back.

"get used to it. you hang with the most popular boys in school." xavier retorted. this was a sole reason why he didn't want his sister attending nissen. she would learn how people in nissen were.

"nez!" borkis shouted. julian and jafar began to whoo, while they removed their legs from under the the table as they ran towards the two.

julian and jafar both enveloped the smaller girl in their arms.

"don't hold her for too long." xavier had to pull them off of her as they complimented her perfume.

"your perfume smells good."

"yeah, it smells like..." julian shoved his face back in her hair, causing xavier to shove him off.

"smells like flowers?" jafar tried to guess without smelling her again.

"yeah, like intense flowers."

"julian, stop sniffing my sister. god, you guys are so weird." xavier had to walk close by his sister to shield her from the two boys that so desperately wanted to smell her again.

xavier sat to the right of his 'best friend' (william) and nez sat to the left of william.

"hey best friend." william said to xavier, making him shaking his head with a small smile.

"are we going to be those friends?" xavier asked woth an eyebrow raised. "the ones that call each other 'best friend' as often as our name."

william nodded his head.

nez tried her best to keep herself unnoticed, head low as she gazed at everyone discreetly. a certain blonde beauty caught her eye.

"william," she mumbled. he was the closest so it was decided that she'd ask him about the girl. "who is that?"

"nez, you're gonna have to be a little more specific than that." william joked, nudging her shoulder.

"the blonde over there, by the vending machine. she's wearing a pink shirt." she jutted her chin.

"oh her? that's roman szaj. she's a transfer student from dutch." nez blinked a few times. she'd been staring at the girl for minutes almost. roman didn't notice though, she was too busy talking to her friends. "why?"

nez heard the question. she just didn't remember if she answered it or not. she was so lost in thought at that point.

"she's so pretty." she said quietly to no one in particular.

"yeah? she's beautiful, but she's mean." william pointed out. "if only her attitude was as pretty as her face."

"what year is she in?"

"second year, i believe."

"if she's a second year, i'm a second year." nez spoke absentmindedly, causing william to laugh loudly next to her.