Lavender Thorns

Chapter 7- Virgil

I had woken up that morning with a groan and popped my back. I got out of bed and grabbed my clothes off the chair in front of my measly desk, and got dressed.

I was already partially proud of myself for getting more than two hours of sleep. Good start to the day.

I put on my foundation and eyeshadow with the small mirror resting on it.

Afterwords, I went and brushed my teeth. It didn't take long, I was just brushing my teeth.

I hummed along to Helena by My Chemical Romance and went to make my coffee and breakfast.

I poured a bowl of cereal, eating it quickly before making my coffee in my large cup. I swear I should be dead with how much of it I drink.

I continued humming as I did so, swaying back and forth to the music. I put a lid on the coffee cup and turned around to leave when I noticed Roman standing and gawking at me for a moment, before striding past me to the fridge and grabbing an iced coffee.

I immediately paused my music and moved the headphones to my neck in embarrassment.

I decided to find a way to distract from my previous humming and dancing, clearing my throat and looking at the iced coffee Roman was holding, and became slightly amused.

He questioned me why I was so amused and smirked, "think about the stereotype and get back to me." I strode towards the door.

He stood there for a moment, gears churning and chuckled once he figure it out and walked towards me as I opened the door and walked out.

"Wanna walk to class together?" He said, glancing at me.

I whirled around and looked at me in shock. Nobody ever asks to hang out with me..

I contemplated what to say for a moment, but I had no ideas as to what to say. I just turned around and nodded slightly, maybe too slightly but I did.

"So what's your first class today J.D.lightful?" I glanced warily at Roman.

I looked at him in confusion but shook my head.

"I waste my best material on you." Roman said with a groan.

"I get the joke, Princey. And you've only called me one nickname, you can't have wasted your best material on me," I said as I rolled his eyes. My voice had small amounts of sarcasm in it as I spoke.

"Then I'll have to talk to you even more, and Princey? Why that nickname?" I hadn't even realized I gave him a nickname until he pointed it out and I thought for a moment, thinking of what led me to it.

"You just carry yourself kinda like some sort of prince."

He chuckled and a weight lifted off my chest.

"I'm requiring you call me that from now on," he stated with a sideways glance.

"You can't require me to do anything," I grumbled, voice dripping with sarcasm.

The 'prince' paused for a moment, "true. You never answered my question about your class though."

I sighed and groaned, again. I need to stop doing that. "Fine, I guess it doesn't hurt. My first class is math today."

He suddenly looked a bit brighter and I internally did, yet another, groan.

"That's mine too, guess we're walking to class together on both Mondays and Tuesdays."

I internally died and looked at him in visible confusion, as he smirked. "Two questions, who said anything about walking together? Second, why on Monda- Oh. Theatre." I sighed heavily.