Eleonix, violet ranger(Book One In The Violet Ranger Series)((ON HOLD))

Chapter 3: Friends

I was just picking up my books, still pissed off at the two idiots being so fucking stupid, when a boy in blue was picking up my books with me suddenly.

"Here, let me assist you." He said as he handed me two of my science notebooks.

"Thanks, I appreciate the help." I say as we get up from the hallway floor.

"I'm Billy Cranston. You are new, correct?" Billy asked me as I nodded.

"I'm Foxelle. First day here and I already got in a fight. Great." I muttered as I looked to see if there was a dent in my lock from the big guy, luckily there wasn't.

"Those two were bulk and skull. They can't seem to mentally process when a female such as yourself refuses in persuing a romantical or sexual relationship with them. I'm not quite sure why they can't process the rejection from a female but it is quite perplexing." He said in a semi-thoughtful manner.

"Maybe they just were never taught that no means no and not that they are playing hard to get?" I said to him as it was the only thing I could think could be the answer.

"Most likely. I admired your comparison of alkali metals and water when rejecting them. Quite a clever analogy for the situation." Billy said with a smile after a second.

"Thank you Billy, it's the first thing that came to my mind. I've been doing a few too many expariment with alkali metals I assume." I told him as I remembered my lab in the basement of my house.

"My friend and I are having a small gathering at the youth center, would you like to come?" He asked with a small spark in his eyes. He just helped me and he's very nice so I feel bad but I already agreed to go with Tommy.

"I actually already told someone else that I'd hang out with them. Maybe tomorrow?" I ask in hopes that I didn't hurt his feelings. He seemed to understand as he nodded and we went our separate ways after exchanging goodbyes.

💫 timeskip💫

'Finally! Class is over!!' I thought as I walked out of school, yeeted my backpack at a wall as I cursed in Russian before I sighed and did a little victory dance. My last class of the day was history. 'I'm from Russia, I don't fuckin know what the fuck happened in America in the past! I know the basics that everyone else knows about America, but not much else. Like fuck!' I walked over and picked up my bag an saw a girl in pink walking up to me, she stopped in front of me and looked concerned.

"Are you alright? I saw you throw your bag so I thought I'd ask." She asked like a concerned mother would to her upset child.

"If you are meaning to ask why I yeeted my bag at that wall like mother nature throwing a rock at earth roughly 65 million year ago den I can easily tell you, I. Hate. American. History." I answered the overly pink girls inquiries, when I spoke however, she jumped very high. 'My accent seems to have scared her, oops.'

"I see, well, luckily it's just that, history. Although I wish we could change some of the things we did, we can't because it's already been done. I'm not saying that makes it okay now but we can't really do anything about it." She said to which kinds made me annoyed. 'Just because it already happened doesn't mean you can't try to make up for your mistakes.' I threw my hands up and swung my bag over my shoulder.

"If that is how you see it then I will not say anything. Just because it happened doesn't mean you can't make up for it. Anyways, to answer your question for if I'm okay, yes now that I have calmed down a little, I am okay. Now! Do you know where I can find the youth center?" I asked her as my accent goes back to normal now that I was calm, you see, when I get angry or very upset my accent thickens up a lot. It's terrifying to see an angry Russian if your not from the country or somewhere similar.

"Uh, yea. My friend and I actually going there now, I can take you if you want." She offered an her previous fright went away. I nodded and started heading for my truck.

"If you feel comfortable enough I could drive us there, you would just have to give me directions." I told her as she nodded as I stood by my truck to wait for pinkies friend.

"So, pinkie, what is your name? I'm Loki Foxelle but you may call me Fox." I introduced myself to her with a small smile as I pulled a oversize black and purple tie dye hoodie from my back pack to put on.

"Pinkie?" She looked at her outfit, "Oh! I'm uh, I'm Kimberly but people usually call me Kim. It's nice to meet you Fox. Your new right?" She asked me as her nerves seem to have went away.

"No, what gave it away? The fact I am just now learning American history? My accent? Or the fact that you would remember someone with hair this fiery red?" I asked sarcastically only to see her with worry on her face.

"No, I uh, I didn't mean to offen-"

I laughed.

"I was using sarcasm, dear Kimberly. I am not offended, it take a lot to offend me." I say with a chuckle at the end as I see her sigh in relief. Just then the girl in yellow from this morning comes over to us.

"Hey Kimberly! Oh, hi! Your Foxelle right? I'm Trini! It's nice to finally get to talk to you!" The energetic yellow clad person smile and waved.

"Fox is fine, but it is nice to meet you too." I responded in a bored and slightly smug tone. Kim turned to her friend.

"Fox wanted to know where the youth center is and I told her we could take her there and she offered to drive. Is that okay?" Kim asked Trini as I unlocked my truck and hopped in.

"That's fine with me! It would be faster then just walking or taking a bus." Trini says as she gets into the passanger side and Kim gets in the back and with that, we are off with Kim leading me in the right direction to the youth center.