Psycho (Sonic OC)

Salad Bar

V

"O-o-o-h! You know, I think you'd look cute with tips." Mesoku pointed out. We had just left Yemma's classroom, and were heading to our free class. She was convinced that I had to go to their salad bar. I couldn't back out.

"I just messaged Malkom to come over." Barley told us as we sat down. I wasn't very hungry, so I was just poking my salad with my fork.

"Great! Iris, why aren't you eating?" Mesoku asked me. She comes off... strong sometimes.

"Just not hungry. Why aren't you barking at Orsyko for not eating and just me?" I said, poking my fork in her direction. She laughed, "Yeah, he's hard as a rock. There's no breaking him."

Not like I couldn't break him...

Who are you?

"Hi guys, sorry I'm late." Said a white bat. He had Byzantium colored bat wings, grey wings, and purple shoes with a darker shade of purple circles on the top. His eyes really bothered me... His actual eyes were an even darker shades than Byzantium, with his pupils a light lavender. It was odd to look at, but I quickly got used to it.

"Iris, this is Malkom." Orsyko said. Malkom walked over to me and stuck out his hand. I reluctantly took it out, remembering the last time I shook someone's hand I got a surprising hug after. He had a strong grip, and I saw his neck tense up. Maybe he's not the touchy type, like me. I know how he feels.

Of course you do. You hang out with us now.

Whoa. How did he do that? After letting go of our shake, I gave him a nervous glance, then turned back to my un-eaten salad.

"Mesoku, you broke her." He pointed out. She frowned and stuck out her bottom lip in a pout, "No I didn't! Yemma did. He just had to bring up her dad."

"And now you bring it up..." I muttered. I felt something poke my arm and I turned to my right to see Orsyko looking at me. He stood up and gestured I follow. Sighing, I got up leaving the other three to argue. He grabbed my wrist, not too harshly, and pulled me out of the bar. I got irritated he was touching me, and I wanted to pull off but I didn't know where he was taking me.

"I just thought you'd want to go and see your room instead of being embarrassed." It's almost as if he could read my mind.

Not as much as I think Malkom can...

"How do you know where my room is?" Still pulling me forward, he turned around and gave me a pitiful look.

"Do you not remember I'm your guide? I'm supposed to know where everything is. And you're room is part of it!" I laughed, "Right." He came to a stop at one of the round doors in the hallway. Taking a deep breath in, I pulled my wrist free.

"Don't touch me."

"Here's your room." He took a step closer and the door opened.

"If anyone walks this close to the door, will it open?" He smirked, "No. You need a key, smart one." He took off his glove and pulled showed me a small rectangle key. It almost looked like a scan-card used in hotels.

"Okay, so when am I going to get that from you?"

"You get your own."

"No. I don't want you to have an extra key to my room, you pervert." He ignored me and walked into the room. I grunted and joined. My room looked almost exactly the same as his, except mine was pink, black, or any other shade of grey. Leading up to my kitchen, the floor was lifted about six inches, with three steps surrounding its perimeter. I gasped and walked around.