Your Chance

Trois

Ewa's POV:

I stalked through the halls silently, making my way out. Eyes alert, I slowly made my way down the hall. Usually, I would've sprinted back to the house to collect my cookie dough, but something made me stay today.

Slowly, my eyesight drifted upwards as I came across the staircase to the upstairs hall. More than half of my classes are upstairs, and quite a few of them held a girl that won't stop staring at me. Not that I have an issue with staring, I don't even know why people have such an issue with it; but something about that one girl is unsettling. Maybe it's that she doesn't let anyone say her real name, or that she smiles funny whenever I turn my head towards her general direction; I just don't know.

I pause. When I got that note, they said they would be on the first floor, waiting for me. Lucky me the first floor is where my last class is, so I just had to hide in the girls bathroom until all the students get out, including the teachers. At that moment, I hear footsteps deccending the staircase.

Shït, the janitor.

I swivel my head around the hall to look for an escape. No door is open, save one. I speed my way over towards the empty door frame, passing through to meet a sunny room with lots of windows. The gyms floor is shining with the sweat and tears of my fellow peers, drying with age. The only thing that dims it is my shadow,

and her's.

She smirks slightly while giving me one of her signature smiles, somehow making herself look a whole lot creepier.

"Oh, Ewa-san, there you are. I was just beginning to think you forgot about me." She begun, sending herself my way. I almost backed up, but mother's words echoed within me.
"Ewa Y/n Sawnew, do you forget yourself? Backing down would bring you to a disadvantage. How? Figure it out."
I have figured it out, mom, I have. This girl is looking for a weakness in me, and any signs of fear will surely show her I'm scared of her. I'm not, and I don't care how close she gets to me; I will most certainly not show weakness.

She gets increasingly closer, until she could lean in slightly and her face would go into the part of my torso just below my chest area. Then she pauses slightly, near my side. She turns her head enough that I can see her face from under my shadow. "You should probably know that I'm your friend now." What?! I didn't agree to a friendship with little-miss-creepy over here. But then again, if I agree, not only would I gain an asset, she could stop staring at me in class as well. As I'm weighing the options and outcomes inside my head, I watch her go towards the door, and as predicted, shutting it.

"So you want to be my friend?"

"Yes, except I already am."

"Friendships are a two way thing, and you can't just decide that your friends with someone and know they will magically agree with you just because they have nothing better to do."

"Well, I'm an exception to that. Besides, do you actually have anything better to do?"

"..."

"Thought as much."

"And you? Or does staring at me in class count as a hobby?"
I saw her flinch, her facade got slightly Pinker as she looked around, flustered. I know I got her where it hurts.

"..."

"..."

But being what Bradallon would call a "Mold spot on an apple" which is Brad for "A softie", I decide to help her out. Slightly.

"Well, 'friend' can I at least get your name?"

Her head shot towards mine, and I could tell that she was trying to process what I had just said. While she did that, I started shuffling my feet towards the door. If she didn't decide soon, I would end up leaving her alone in the gym.

She didn't move, and I was getting closer to the door. She finally looks up, and I stop, body twitching with anticipation.

"Shouldn't you head home to your family?"

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You sigh, trudging out of the school. Today had been a boring day, it was supposed to be boring; yet this girl...she seems to catch trouble, and you couldn't deny.
You didn't mind it in the slightest.
And now you were walking with her to the gates, and she couldn't stop smiling.

"Ewa-san, I want to talk with you tomorrow. Can you come to school early?"

I look over at the girl, who asked if I could call her Thy. Wait, scratch that, she told me that I'll call her Thy. She seems to have a bad habit of making decisions for people. Then again, I have a bad habit of not listening to people, so I guess that makes us even.

"Ewa-san, I put a slip of paper in your bag."

"I noticed."

"Did you?"

"Yes. It's not that hard."

"Yet you didn't manage to see me standing in the middle of the gym?"

"That's different."

"Is it really? Or just some half made-up excuse instead of admitting that i'm right?"

This girl. I swear she is getting on my nerves, and I think she knows it too. She giggles, stopping on the sidewalk, while I continue going towards-
"Ewa-san! Where are you going? Isn't this your house?"

I turn to look at her, seeing that she's pointing towards...my house? No, the Harou House. Of course, what was I expecting, my old house? How pathetic of me

I look over to the girl, she's walking away slowly. I can't help but feel like in order for me to be free of her control, I need to be just as surprising as her; and judging by how this girl acts, she's used to giving orders and directions without thanks. So, stowing away my thoughts, including those asking how did she know where my house is, and those accusing her of being a stalker, and speed-walked over to her.

"Hey!"

She turned her head swiftly, facing me with a face full of elegance.

"Thank you!" I yell, observing her face twist into a face mixed with awe and confusion.

"Thank you for being a friend!" I yell, making sure she knew what I was doing. She did, and grinned.

"Travelled down the road and back again!" She yelled back, grinning ear to ear. I don't even know what I'm doing, but whatever it is, I rather like it.

"Your heart is true,"

"Your a pal and a confident!"

"YES! Thank you for being a friend!" We both sang together, perfectly out of pitch. I think she knew that I ended the song like that for a reason. I just wouldn't, couldn't, can't tell her that I felt singing on the street was stupid. I think she knew, though, what I meant first off.

Thank you for being my friend.

[A/n]

I was in the middle of producing your thoughts when stalker auto corrected into stapler. This gave me such great amusement and inspiration that I drew something.

Have a good anything, and I sincerely wish to see you next chapter.