Rapunzel
The moment my fingers yanked the clunky silver lock from its hold, the light from the fluorescent bulbs rippled across the surface of the metal locker door for a fleeting moment, disappearing entirely as I pushed it to its extent. Inside, about a dozen soft-shaded envelopes leaped from the top shelf, cascading down in a spiraling fashion to clutter on top of each other. Slowly, I bent down, the soft and silk-like fabric of my rose-colored skirt draping over the sides of my legs. My hand scooped them all up, pulling each envelope together into one neat pile. A sigh dashed out past my lips as I straightened up, shoving the envelopes onto the top shelf.
"Wow, impressive." I didn't need to turn around; I could recognize my best friend's voice from miles away. Instead of replying, I simply nodded to Merida, grabbing onto the binders for my next classes.
Once I was set, Merida leaned against my locker door, the momentum sending the door to crash back into place. "Yer gettin' love letters already?" she asked me, lifting an eyebrow. I shrugged half-heartedly, fumbling with the lock. Suddenly, a glimpse of Jack's eyes, so crystalline and unreal, dashed into my mind. Close, stupid thing!
Finally, the click rang through the hallway, signifying my success. "Yes!" I exclaimed, rolling my eyes in an action of exasperation.
Merida chuckled. "Those are school locks fer ya." Then, she lifted her arm, wrapping it around my shoulders in her usual chummy fashion. "Time fer lunch!"
A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, lifting my spirits as well as I walked down the bright hallways with her.
The cafeteria was a writhing blend of students, various shades of hair bobbing in and out of sight as the crowd moved along. People were at the lunch lines, forming small and haphazard groups of friends that somehow pulled off the whole idea of a line, while waiting for their under-sized helpings of...whatever was the menu today. Merida lifted her chin towards the line, smiling at me before planting her feet squarely at the end of the line, her hands shoved into her sweatshirt pockets.
I watched her for a moment, comfort rising from the depths of my stomach all the way to my chest to rest against my calming heart. It's fine. I shouldn't let him bother me.
"Punzie!" My neck jerked to left, my eyes meeting up with a pair that sent shivers down my entire body. They were crystalline orbs, pooling with a foggy gray color that reminded me of cracked glass. His words from two weeks before forced their way into my thoughts, knocking everything else out of the way.
I know. But...we're done.
Despite this, I parted my lips, pulling in the cool air of the air-conditioned cafeteria past my teeth. "Hey, Jack!"
He was sitting beside a very studious-looking Hiccup, who was hunched over the shining surface of the table, one hand tangled deep in his chocolate hair to prop his head up, and the other clenched, except for a single finger that danced underneath each word printed on the book he was reading. When he heard my voice, he lifted his head just enough to smile, before diving back into-
"What are you reading?" I asked him, tilting my head to become parallel with the floor. The title, stamped into the murky green cover in glowing gold letters, came into my line of vision. "The Kite Runner..."
"It's a good book," he stated simply.
"Give it up, Punz," Jack told me, grasping the sleeves of his jacket. Each one was rolled, right up to his elbows. "You're getting nothing out of him when he's like that."
"Bake sale!" All of our heads (except for Hiccup's) lifted up, our eyes finding the source of the outcry. Alongside the far wall, two cafeteria tables had been pushed together and draped with a powder-blue tablecloth. A cream-colored banner had been tacked up to the wall behind them, two gleaming nails peeking up from beneath the folded corners. Bake Sale, it said, each letter painted in with a solid black paint. "Come support our figure skating team!" a girl called out, her hand cupped around her mouth.
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