She was shaken up by the sudden happiness of the once-to-be-thought emo kid. And the fact that he left so soon. Why? She had no idea but she was definitely confused to say the least.
"where you goin? We just started talking" she crossed her arms
"I have to get ready for tomorrow. You know, when all of the other people come," he replied, not stopping. "You should too. Maybe strengthen that mask of yours a bit more. It's a bit showing in your eyes."
"what? So soon?" she asked actually a little dissapointed. She rolled her eyes but stopped at his next comment. "hey! Fuck you moron! I'll stuff this cigarette down that tiny throat of yours" she says flipping him off and stomping the cigarette out.
"this guy" she mumbled to herself, her arms crossed as she watched him walk away. She would definitely take what he said into consideration.
"Good luck doing so!" Ferris called back. He shook his head. There was something wrong with that girl… he had never spoken to her, face-to-face, until now. It was a wonder that no one had noticed how much pain she was in.
She always thought she was so good at hiding it. But apparently not to this dude. What was up with him anyway?! How rude! Hot. Like really really hot. But rude! But also nice in a way. Yeah, he was actually pretty nice. She didn't know why she thought of him as rude.
But he was definitely rude.
"whatever! I'll see Ya tomorrow idiot" she says sticking her tongue out at him through her black lips.
"pffft, this dude" she rolled her eyes as she made her way back to the campus.
What was wrong with her? Something had happened to make her this way. Ferris knew this for a fact. He had seen it in his younger sister, Taran, when their parents started neglecting them in favor of their younger sister Victory. Taran had become harder, and more willing to do dangerous things, like she wanted to prove herself.
She went back to her empty dormroom, sitting on her bed and looking at the other side of the room. There was going to be some student sharing a room with her. And she was definitely not looking forward to that.
Laying down in bed dramatically after she took all of her makeup off. Which actually wasn't a lot at all. The black lipstick was what made people thing she wore a ton. Her small, yet bright clover tattoo on her cheek and a confused look embedded in theaters of her expression, she lay there thinking. About the guy earlier. Ferris. What a weird guy. But he seemed sweet. Not to Mention hot. And man he was.
But she didn't focus on that as much as what he said. She didn't need to work on a mask! What mask! She had no mask. This was herself. Who she was.
Yet she thought about this while hugging a big pastel yellow pillow in her bed, her hair everywhere and she was in her bra and underwear, pink with black lace on it. Whoever her roommate was going to be, they're gonna have to be good at keeping secrets.
(Time skip? Maybe to their first day of class?)
(Yeah lol)
(Okay! Do you want a start, or do you want me to?)
(You can if you'd like. I won't be able to for a bit, sorry)
(It's fine!)
(I'm guessing you would like me to start?)
(No, it's fine, I got it!)
Ferris sat at his table, textbook open in front of him. It was his first day of class, and if he wanted to get his degree, he had to take Biology, which, frankly, was very boring to him.
He shook his head, running his finger along the page to find his place. There! The chapter on anatomy.
Confidently, Bee sauntered through the hall, offering glares to anyone who looked at her to turn to their friends only to talk about how much of a slut she was. Little did everyone know, she was still a virgin. Though she would never tell a soul.
The door knocked open and before the students looked up to the rather loud noise, all you could hear were the clacking of her healed leather boots on the tile before Bee took her seat right next to Ferris, a mischrvious smirk on those black lips of hers. She never was a fan of biology either, as she didnt think anyone was. But if she could annoy one more person, she wouldn't miss it for the world
"Hey, Beatriz," Ferris said absently, not even looking up at her. He was reading through the chapter, forehead wrinkled in concentration and thought. With his photographic memory, if he could remember all of this, then he wouldn't have to pay attention in class. It would be wonderful.
He glanced up at her. The girl seemed different from when he had last seen her, more guarded, harder. He wondered what was up, although it really wasn't his business. He had learned long ago that it was better not to pry, but she was interesting.
Annoyance immediately was shown on her face, when he called her Beatriz. She guessed he didnt know. But she was about to enlighten him.
"Listen kid, its Bee. Dont ever call me anything else or else I'll break your fingers. Got it?" She growled, her green eyes glaring daggers into his.Though her voice was quiet, not wanting all attention on her. Her father was the only one to call her that. No one else.
She sat back and twirled a pen she stole from someone's desk while she walked past them. Slight of hand was a talent of hers.
"Oh? Does it bother you?" Ferris smirked. "Be-a-triz." He always tried to be polite and kind to everyone, but he had a backbone of steal, and if someone tried to bully him, or talk down to him, his wilder side came out. He knew that he should have more self-control, but he didn't care. "This is a free country. I can call you whatever I want to."
This kid had balls. She did admit that. But obviously he didn't know what she was capable of.
She leaned forward, lighter in hand, though carefully hidden, inching close to his book before it caught fire.
"Yes, it does." She hissed before standing up and leaving, now.multiple people panicking about the book on fire at one of the desks. She didnt like to be tested, that was obvious. And hopefully he wouldn't do it again. Or shes not gonna just catch the book on fire.
Ferris rolled his eyes at her words and actions. He calmly smothered the fire with his bag, before calling after her, "I don't like to be threatened, princess. Try that again and you'll see what I'm capable of."
A few girls in the classroom with him sighed dreamily, and Ferris pretended that he hadn't heard them. People were so desperate right now, it was pathetic.
She flipped him off on her way out, making everyones eyes widen even more. Though nobody was surprised by the girls actions. Nobody was even surprised that she lit the book on fire. But they definitely weren't calm about it.
The classmates looked from one to the other. The bitch of the campus and the more mysterious handsome guy in a rivalry?
A few whispered and muttered around in the big room. Already conjuring up rumors about the two. This was going to be interesting
(Should we skip to the next class they have together or lunch?)
(Lunch time.)
(Okie dokie)
The bell rang throughout the halls, mixed with the sounds of computers and books closing, bags being ruffled and footsteps overwhelming the place. That's not including the voices. Chitterchatter everywhere, hurting her ears slightly but she neverminded it.
The students were free to go outside or inside during lunch on the campus. So, Bee…being Bee..she snuck up onto the roof. Where she always had lunch. She was pals with the campus janitors so she got the key. Though it couldnt be locked from the inside of the staircase, so she always had to.keep it unlocked. Making her worry someone else was going to come up here and disturb her peaceful time.
Sitting down with her feet dangling off the edge, a single moonpie in her hand with a thing of coca cola already halfway drank. Her hat sitting on the concrete beside her and her blonde hair brushing against her back while the wind blew through it as it was rather windy today.
Ferris walked out of the school, hands in his pockets, slouched slightly against the wind. His messy black hair flew around him, and he absently brushed it out of his eyes. Lunch time was never his favorite. Too many people tried to approach him, guys and girls both, and he was tired of it. Would he never get a break? He shook his head. It couldn’t be helped. Maybe when he graduated, he would join the army. Yeah. That sounded fun.
Some hidden instinct in him made Ferris look up, and he spotted Bee sitting at the edge of the roof. She was kind of pretty, he had to admit, when she didn’t know when anyone was watching her. There was some sort of grace and elegance about her that he rarely saw in others, and it was appealing.
He smiled, then decided, after a moment, to disturb her peace. “I do hope you’re not trying to jump, Beatriz,” he called up to her. “Because then I would be obliged to try and catch you, and I really don’t want to get killed by a flying girl.”
She was quickly shaken out of her sweet thoughts, distracted now by the annoying yet hot man from down Below. Ferris.
She rolled her eyes at his words. "My life may be shitty. But I'm no coward! And also, if I wanted to kill you…you'd be dead by now" she called down to him, sticking out her to guess at the boy.
"You seem lonely. Come on up here" she hollered, waving her hand towards her, motioning for him to come. She did admit, she was pretty lonely but didnt want any of the other students talking to her. But Ferris… he was different. She didnt see him as a student. More as a rival. And oh how she loved rivalries.
“You keep saying that. Maybe someday it will be true. I don’t see why you keep insisting that I’m weaker than you. You have yet to prove it.” Ferris smiled up at her, his gray eyes dancing. She was interesting, he had to admit. And she challenged him, in a way that made his blood rush.
“Me? Lonely? Darling, I think you’re the lonely one here. At least I have friends.”
"By how confident you are, how you act and speak….well I can state the obvious by just that. And you, obviously, are inferior to me honey"
"Darling huh?" She muttered before leaned her head to the side on her should as it held her up.
"I have plenty of friends thank you very much." She rolled her eyes.
"You coming or not"
"Plenty of friends?" He laughed, although not unkindly. "Where are they? Why haven't I ever seen them before?" He shook his head. "You can think that you're superior all you want. You're perfectly welcome to think that. But it's wrong." He looked around. "Where am I supposed to get up, anyway?"
The girl only rolled her eyes at his comment, not letting it get to her. She was smart enough not to stoop down to his level.
Speaking of down to his level, she got up and pointed to the door in which she got up.
"Near the one of the janitors closets on the second floor. It's a big metal door but its unlocked" she says twirling the keys around her finger
He sent her a suspicious look, but shrugged. "If it's locked, I guess I'll just walk away and leave. Not that you'll care." He did as she said, though, hurrying up the stairs and opening the door. To his surprise, it was unlocked, and he went in, up, to the roof.