Colosseum High (Fanfic)

1. The Wackiness Begins

Okayyy. Name?"

"Abel Firefly."

  Walker's fingers glided across the keyboard as he typed in the given name, eyes latched on the screen behind his thin-rimmed glasses. Moon was leaning on him from behind his chair and yet the younger didn't mind as he was used to the closeness.

  A moment later, the desired results came up. A picture on top of a blonde boy, maybe just a blooming adult. He had glasses resting on the crook of his nose and hands in his pockets as he looked around. The picture seemed to be taken while he was walking, the boy himself unaware of the fact. Written script lay under the photo and Walker scrolled down to read it.

  "Full name: Abelardo Robertson Firefly, age: 18 years old, he's the best student in Maths and Bio- oh, a prefect," Walker nodded in approval as he murmured the words under his breath all the while trying to ignore hot air fanning from behind him- Moon was so damn close to him. "He's standing up for the Headboy elections this year and... he has a girlfriend."

"Shoot!"

  Walker turned his head around to see his friend whining as she slumped on the seat beside him. He almost felt sorry for her. She had never been lucky at these things. The boy patted his friend's head who nuzzled against the touch before searching up the girlfriend of this Abel guy.

  "So, who is his girlfriend?" Moon looked up at Walker, her face against the table as she did.

  "Let's see..." Walker had to wait no more than a few seconds to see a girl in all blue posing for the picture he stared at, her long dark blue hair swayed slightly to a side. "Tara Celestine Fullmetal, 18 years old. She's the basketball hottie- uhm, that's what everyone else says."

  Moon let out a deep sigh at that, bummed out by yet another failure in her attempt to find a date. At least last time she did date (except the boy was too fast on the idea of sex, she had to break up), this time the guy wasn't even available. "Oh, so that's Abbie," she said, voice muffled by the wooden table now. "Yeah I know her. I should've guessed she was talking about him, and that he's way out of my league."

  Pulling the screen of the laptop down to its keyboard, Walker turned towards her and observed his friend in pity. She was such a moody person. He thought over before speaking out loud. "H-hey, there's this guy I could set you up with," he scratched his head. "Maybe. He's got glasses, he's tall, smart, handsome-"

  "Really?" Moon perked up, straightening herself on the chair before scooting closer to him. "Tell me more. What's his name?"

"...Aidan."

  Moon's face was blank for a few seconds as she processed the given info. Aidan, she knew this boy. Everyone did. And she could be sure that he was far away from her league. The boy was closed off, how would any girl (except some Hannah) even think of approaching him?

Her face formed a scowl. "Walker!"

  "What?" He shrugged as his eyes ran around the expanse of the library they were seated at in the early hours of school. It was a bit chilly today so the sun was just rising, golden rays peeking through the window curtains. "He's a good friend. Good at computers too, and he doesn't forget things, can you believe it?" He shook his head in wonder. He was probably thinking how that Aidan could remember every single thing when they would hang out together.

Moon knew what he was thinking.

  "And how are you so sure you'd succeed in setting us up?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"...I'll try?"

  An exasperated sigh rang through the halls. "Forget it, I should look for someone else- oh. Oh!" Before the younger male could ask what had occurred, the girl jumped from her seat and started shaking him excitedly. "There's someone, there someone! There's this girl..."