Crimson Academy

FIVE

Vic held her face in her hands as she stared at me. I stared back at her, still thinking about how gorgeous she was.

She sat up and stretched before she looked back at me and replaced a hand to her face.

"So A-Ron, where are you from?" She asked me.

"Minnesota. St. Paul, Minnesota." I answered simply.

She smiled. "I've always wanted to go there."

I chuckled. "Why? It's pretty cold you know."

"Well yeah, I know that, but on tv, the people seem so jolly, and the food looks good."

I smiled. "Yeah."

She grinned at me.  "And I don't mind the cold so much. Most of the time it's winter for me, so I don't think it would be a problem."

I nodded. I didn't know what she meant. How can it be winter for her all the time if I'm sweating my ass off because it's hot outside, and this cabin has no AC?

"Listen here though. I know that you are new here, so I know that you probably don't have any friends yet, or maybe you don't even want any because I get it, all of us here, we are fucking weird."

She had paused and I had laughed which made her smile.

"But you've always got a friend over here." She held her free hand to her heart.

I studied her bright red Crimson Academy shirt.

I looked up and found her eyes.

"And you don't have to even hang out with me and my dudes if you don't want to. I don't expect you to want to very much after the stunt Jenna pulled."

Laughing I asked, "So you guys call each other 'my dude' like on Rick and Morty?"

She chuckled. "Yes. I told you we were strange, but back to the point. You understand?"

I nodded. "I get it... uh... thank you."

She nodded. "Of course."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course you can. Anything, Sir Aaron." She replied.

I cleared my throat, "Well, Queen Victoria, why exactly would Jenna have screamed quotes from The Grinch at me."

"Oh, you had probably scared her and that was the first thing she thought of to do. Also every year around Christmas time, the drama kids always out together a production that pertains to the season, and we've been thinking about doing The Grinch, and Jen really wants to be him, so she's already practicing you could say."

I blinked. "Oh."

She smiled and nodded. "I am sorry she scared you so bad though."

I shook my head. "I wasn't scared," (LIES!!!) "I was just overwhelmed."

Vic laughed. "Yeah... we tend to do that. Honestly, if you are a weirdo, come be with us because, we will be your fellow creeps. The only people that like us are teachers and ourselves. Everybody else couldn't  care less if we all got hit by a bus."

"Jesus. Why? I mean, I don't really know you, but you are a really nice person." I replied.

"Aww, thanks A-Ron." She said.

My cheeks felt hot.

"But we are not well liked because of our weirdness. We are all the outcasts, that have each other." She explained.

I nodded. "Ok. But I don't find you weird."

She smiled. "That's what's weird about me. With my beauty, and niceness like you say, and my talents, I could be socially elite if I wanted to, but I don't."

I suddenly felt jealous of her. Why would you turn down an opportunity like that?

"Why?"

She smiled. "I don't want to be associated with that crowd."

"What kind of crowd are they?" I asked.

"They're a fake crowd. That's what they are. They've all become robots, trying to be exactly the same as each other. No one has any originality. They all say the things they say because they think that's what everyone else wants to hear, and they do what they think the others think they should do, all in one vicious cycle. Maybe they are popular and preppy, but they are really generic, and I don't like that."

I stared at her.

"What, you don't believe me?" She asked.

I half smiled. "It's not that, I've just never heard it put that way."

She nodded.

About that time, Mr. Dunn started talking to us.

"Alright, so by now, even if you aren't finished, you get the gist right? So let's talk about irony."

And we discussed the three different kinds of irony fir a while before we actually got down to business.

"So for your first assignment, I am giving you a whole week, to complete a short story, containing many examples of irony. Minimum of three pages, no more then seven. You will have class time to work on it, so I expect it to be good. Sentence structure, grammar, punctuation, and word choice will also be factors when I grade these. This is a writing class, but this is also a class where you get to have fun. That's why it's called creative writing, so do that. Have fun."

With that, the bell rang.

We all got up and began filing out.

"Remember, one week!" He called after us.

I was halfway back to my dorm when someone grabbed my hand.

I turned and looked to find Victoria.

"Don't just ditch me man." She said.

"I'm sorry." I said, meaning it halfway.

"It's ok. I wanna get back to my dorm and get going on my homework, but I imagine I'll see you around."

I nodded.

"Hey, and don't forget, you've always got a friend in me. If you need something, I live in the third complex, room 25."

"Ok." I responded.

With that, she ran off.

I admired her figure as she walked away.

Jesus she's sweet. Gonna rot your teeth out.