"Foes to friends?" || VLD High school A.U ||

2- New friends, old friends [rewrite]

A silent vibration was faintly heard on the kitchen counter, where I sat peacefully with a bowl of cereal.

I glanced away from my bowl, 'Incoming call: Papi Lance' my phone screen showed. It had originally been a joke between me and Lance's youngest sister, Cleo, sort of as a way to make fun of his age a few years ago, but it's just stuck with me now.

I let out a grunt, setting my bowl down and exchanging it with my phone. I pressed the red decline, Lance should know I don't  like talking on the phone.

I set my phone down, only for it to vibrate again, I  had always preferred to mute my phone at all times, a text this time.

Papi Lance||
Yea, yea. No phone calls, whatever Grandma. I'm coming over to pick you up, be ready.

Pidgeon||
I'm already waiting

Papi Lance||
I'll be outside in 10.

I set my phone back down, a petty pout coming onto my lips. It was too early for this shit, why can't school start tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after.

"Katie, off the counter. It's-" mom quickly rushed into the kitchen, judging by the towel she's wearing, probably fresh out of the shower. "Dangerous. Yes, I know, Ma. Sorry," I continued, already knowing as I slid off the counter.

I gave mom a quick peck on the cheek, as I  rushed into the living room. Matt, sat only in boxers, in front of the tv. His hair a mess as he ate a bowl of cereal, eyes focused on The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Matt has been getting up especially early these days, for the sole purpose of the rerun episodes they show.

"I'm heading to school." I say, grabbing my backpack from where it was sloppily thrown, "What's school?" Matt replies, not bothering to look away from Will Smith. "Ha ha, how intuitive," I say, obviously sarcastically, "See you later." I left, hearing a soft mumble of "Later," as I exited.

As soon as I stepped foot outside, I felt an immediate heat wave. Jesus, it's August, damn climate change. My cargo shorts must not be short enough, huh sun. What? You think your uv radiation can stop me from wearing my favourite black hoodie, bitch.

I saw Lance leaning against the  fence, browsing through his phone. "What's up," I asked, patting Lance on the back, "This incredibly humid climate and the sun," he replied back, ruffling his hands through my hair, which was promptly smacked away.

We started to walk to school, it wasn't so far away from our house, probably a couple blocks, but at most a 10 minutes walk.

By the time we got to school, we were already decently sweaty, and incredibly grateful to enter the school, which isn't as different as the humidity outside, but at least they weren't in direct contact to the sun.

The notice boards were right by the door, obviously crowded with students. At Altean High, they had 5 classes per grade. A being the best and E being the worst. With my incredibly small stature, I managed to slide through the students, to at least get a glimpse of our class.

"Lance, class C, I'm in A," I said as I slithered back to Lance. We still had 5 minutes until the bell rang, so we just walked to our classes. After a hefty trudge through the hallways, we found Hunk leaning against the lockers.

"Hey, dudes. How's it going?" Hunk said as we approached him. We had met Hunk during middle school when he transferred in the middle of the year, he easily fit in with us. "Nothing much dude. What class you in?" Lance said, giving Hunk a high-five.