Three Shades of White

"Devaki," a mild tenor voice whispered into her ear, making the fur on her tail stand on end with fright. She glanced around the room. "I wanted to know if you have any other plans this week. Call back." It was the Halfblood, Rebel. For some reason Devaki added him to her contact list then set her phone on her bedside table. She had looked forward to seeing her family, but that plan was smashed in the snow. Her phone rang. She checked. It was Rebel. Not sure why, Devaki answered the phone.
"Hey." She said.
"Hey can you come ice skating with me?" Rebel growled. Devaki paused.
"Uh. . . Well uh." She paused again.
"I know I'm a Halfblood and you probably told your friends you would never talk to me again." Rebel shouted over the phone.
"Well, yeah I did, but. . ."
"Do you even know how hard it is to be a Halfblood?" He interrupted. "I thought you were different."
"How could you think that?" Devaki suddenly snapped. "I barely even know you!" Her ears laid flat against her head and her tail bristled.
"I've watched you. I guess I was wrong, or will you come?" Rebel roared over the phone.
"I'll come." Devaki sighed.