"I couldn't give you up."
"...I know."
As the daughter of Black Widow, Nyla-Rose is used to the craziness that has become her life. When sudden truths are revealed and she's finally ready to take a break from everything, an intergalactic sociopath s...
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Tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap.
"Ms. Romanoff, I wasn't aware you had musical talents."
Nyla-Rose sat up at the sound of her math teacher's stern voice, continuing to tap her pencil on the edge of the desk. It's rhythm only got louder as a blanket of silence fell over the class in their search for the welcome disruption.
"I don't, Mr. Wendell, but I'm flattered you think so." Nyla gave him an innocent smile. His face flushed red as she ignored his subtle point at the irritant which was her pencil.
"Ms. Romanoff!"
"Yes?"
"Please stop tapping your pencil."
"Alright, alright."
"Thank you...now. Riley, if you'd please come to the board—"
TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP.
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Nyla pushed the door of the principals office open with a slight grin and joined the throng of teenagers pushing their way to freedom. There was nothing she enjoyed better than getting kicked out of the last period of the day and spending it with a man of whom would groan loudly every time she entered.
Principal Baker.
It was fun to drive Mr. Wendell insane and it wasn't like she was failing his class.
Tony could teach him a thing or two anyways and since it was so close to graduation, what more did she need to learn?
"Hey, loser!"
A boy with wild, curly black hair held back by a neon green headband suddenly crashed into her, his arms coming up to keep her from tripping over her feet as she cried out in surprise.
"A wave would've be nice, T," Nyla grumbled, brushing her hair out of her eyes. Her best friend snickered and shoved her in the shoulder.
Tobias Kightley was his name, the class clown and Nyla-Rose's best friend since kindergarten when she'd made him cry by stealing his grilled cheese sandwich and attempting to stop the waterworks by bashing him over the head with it. From there bloomed a rivalry into which grew a friendship based on aggressive physical contact and the mouthwatering need for grilled cheese.
She didn't know how she survived high school with him by her side, but it was scarier to think about not having him at all.
