Your Chance

Quatre

You sat on a bench connected to the lunch table, processing what she, no, what Eris said. She sat across you now, acting like she hadn't sung in the middle of the street yesterday with someone she was possibly stalking.

Yesterday, you had opened the slip of paper she had apparently left within your bag, and it contained her real name, and that she didn't want to be called it under no circumstances, save extreme emergencies. Although the name Eris is quite unique and beautiful, you could understand why she chose to keep her name a secret. Yesterday, you googled the name 'Eris' and got an eyeful of an ancient Greek goddess that was hailed for as the goddess of "Chaos, strife, and discord." As much as you wanted to call her by her real name, you knew that she kept it secret for a reason, and you respected that.

However, what she decided that you would call her wasn't exactly respecting you, fore say. No, the nickname was utterly embarrassing, but Eris didn't seem to care less. You had a feeling that she was a tiny bit scratched in the head, but you, calling her 'little sister' was utterly mad.

You knew that you shouldn't have befriended her in the first place, that your family might frown upon it. That your peers might frown upon it, that society would frown upon it.

Yet somehow, here you are.

It wasn't like you actually cared about what anyone thought of you, but it might leverage the kinds of advantages you had against people. However, this girl was smart, too smart. So much so that she could easily fool people, and that could work as an advantage to you. The fee was little too, and you didn't have a tragic backstory involving a sibling, so you could easily let the nickname side off your tongue and out into the world. However, shock still held its mighty claws in you, making the words difficult to produce.

"Well Ewa-San?"

"Yes...little sister?"

"..."
"Very good!"

You smiled, even though you rather just shorten the name. But then you thought of something else, something that got you thinking. How did she manage to disappear at lunch? You had never seen her downstairs in the lunchroom, and you could see everyone from where you sat, as you sat away from the crowd and are taller than most of your peers.

Silently, you contemplated how to get the information out of her. Eris must've noticed that your gaze had turned harder and icer than usual, glaring at nothing in particular just above her head. Of course, if you belive that she can be taken for a fool and not understand why, then you are a fool.

Sighing, she stood up and started to walk. You only watched as she eventually got to the cafeteria doors before she slipped a fleeting glace back at you. You realized that she wanted you to follow her. So, pulling your legs up and outside the rectangular perimeter they were trapped under, you ran towards Eris. Actually, you moreover speed walked towards her, as running wasn't allowed indoors. That was fine. You didn't want to look suspicious.

As you sped out into the halls, you quickly realized that she wasn't stopping for you. You had to instead, zoom down the halls, using your rather peculiar speed.

You didn't really run far, as she didn't walk that fast, not to mention you walked halfway there. You slowed down inch by inch, not eager to suddenly lurch to a stop and lose what little you had of lunch.

Eris turned slightly, not enough to see all of her face, but enough to see that she was smirking.

"Ewa-san! I was beginning to get worried."

You brushed the comment off, instead looking her straight in the eye. She looked rather dead inside. Nevertheless, you gave her one of your special teacher looks. You had copied this particular one from a rather stingy teacher, Mrs Hivens. You managed to copy her 'I've caught you red handed, so you better fess up' look.