Prototype : A New Start

Welcome to Olympus High!

"See, and this is why memes are the future of this generation, maybe hardcore orgy, too. But who knows-"

Maria swallowed the lump on her throat, her eyes actually twitching as she stayed as still as she could, listening to the russian brunette's thesis of the millenials while trying to keep her straightest face. As seconds passes, the dark-haired italian finds those delicate neck of her gorgeously unbearable friend to be very tempting for her hands to find itself breaking the spinal cord.

Valeria, who sat on her other side spared not even a single glance. Judging from how busy she is putting on that glossy lipstick, there's no indication of her salvation from this verbal, psychological torture.

"-You should had watched Evangelion, Nicole's recommendation, by the way. Its so sick! Well, a bit depressing, actually. I heard Obama watches it!"

The only thing which depresses her right now is the fact that there is too many witnesses walking around them. Maria wasn't even sure if hiding her body in the school grounds would be the best of ideas. Her corpse would problably let out an odor of absolute exasperation when decomposing, giving away the location to the cops by just 'sniffing the audacity of this bitch'.

Sometimes, she still wonders how they ends up being best friend. Oh, yeah, her family ties...

The three of them had claimed the best bench on Olympus' courtyard, mainly due to Maria's early arrival. Unlike most benches, this was shrouded by the shadows of the dense tree(s) scattered across the yard, protecting them from the unforgiving sunlight.

Whether they keep the ownership after they left, that's a dispute to be solved later.

"Ilya, we're in junior year now, we need to be more presentable." Valeria finally intervened, distracting Ilya from continuing her scientifically inaccurate topics to the hidden joy of the raven-haired teen. She mentally promised to treat Valeria as her gesture of appreciation. "Don't you think those shirt of yours is a bit bland?"

"Your words brings pain to my heart!" Ilya proclaimed quietly, placing her hand on her chest dramatically. "After all this time?"

"Ilya, you're literally only wearing a shirt and a sweatpants." The blonde beauty deadpanned, "Please tell me you're wearing something beneath that too."

"Jeez, I'm not that bad!"

Valeria stared.

"Okay, maybe a little bit, but come oooon~!"

Maria stared.

"Bah, traitors!"

"Of all things, clothes are what you guys were fighting about?"

Ilya yelped, taken completely by surprise of the presence of another familiar blonde who has taken residence beside her. Valeria, who sat on the other corner of the bench, leaned aside to get a better look of the intruder.

"Oh, its him-" Ilya calmed herself, "...Wait, what?!"

"Damian." Maria nodded toward him, greeting him as polite as she would.

"Marmar." He replied while tilting his head, giving her a thin, albeit smug smile. The girl glowered at the nickname, but didn't say anything else.

"Wait, weren't you- you were still at your house- how did you-" The brunette frantically looked up at her phone, checking the time, before cross-checking it with their chat history. "That was only two minute ago!"

"Yeah, I know. I should had arrived much earlier but there's just too many traffic." He shrugged.

Valeria only processed what Ilya was pointing out seconds later, it took her fifteen minutes just to get into Olympus High with her ride, and that's only on a smooth traffic. As his neighbor in Palmer Wood, she wonders just what sort of ride he has that got him here within mere minutes.