Choni | When Opposites Attract

*5*

*Toni's Perspective* 

I sat in my room playing my guitar. No one except a few people knew about my ability to sing and play guitar. I had started when I was young, maybe four or five, but quit when I joined the serpents.

I decided to go back to the school and pick up the work I missed yesterday. So I got on my motorcycle and started to drive towards the school.

Once I got there I headed to my classes and talked to my teachers about why I wasn't there, if course I lied and said I was sick, I wasn't about to tell them I broke a school mirror then ditched.

As I was walking out, I heard faint music playing from the gym, I decided to go check it out. As I stepped into the gym I was greeted with a single redhead preforming a routine that I had never seen before. She was good, but I didn't know she was this good.

I watched her from the shadows and when she finished and had her back to me, I clapped.

*Cheryl's Perspective*

I had been working on a routine for ages and I had finally gotten it just right. After I had finished it I picked up my clipboard and started to write things down, then I heard someone clapping.

"You sure do know how to make a routine Blossom." I knew that voice.

Toni.

"You sure do know how to eavesdrop, Topaz." I said, putting my clipboard down and swiveled in her direction.

"I wasn't eavesdropping, I came here to get my late work and heard some pretty loud music. So, I came and found you." She said.

I played with my thumbs thinking about what had happened earlier that day, "Yeah, by the way how are your hands?" I asked, looking down at the ground.

"Their fine, everything okay Cheryl?" She asked, she sounded genuinely worried. "Yeah I'm fine...I don't know." I said, am I nervous?

"Well I-I better go and work on these assignments. I'll see you later?" She stuttered.

Wait, she stuttered? Before I could say anything else though she was gone.

*Toni's Perspective*

DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT I STUTTERED. I never stutter, what was she doing to me..

These were my thought as I quickly got on my motorcycle, as I rode down the long narrow streets of the Southside I couldn't stop thinking about Cheryl. Wait,

Do I like Cheryl?

I completely zoned out while driving but was brought back into reality when I heard a car horn and bright lights coming straight for me. I swirved to the right and skidded back around to face the car, taking off my helmet and breathing heavily. 

The car that almost hit me kept driving, and I sighed in relief, that was too close. I put back on my helmet and staarted driving again, until I got home, which was now a dumpster in an alleyway behind an old Southside store.

I parked my motorcycle and covered it with a tarp and sat down, letting the thoughts about Cheryl consume me once again into sleep.