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A bright light greeted the noirette as students spewed out of their respective classrooms, waves of rushing and probably over-caffeinated teenagers raged across the hallways as some of them left the crowd behind to get some breath of air on the already tight space near their lockers, Foolish barely making it out alive as he clenched his grip on the holed spaces of his locker to dear life.
“Crowd never stops running, right?” A much smaller voice spoke to the taller man, a smaller-ln-height person wearing a brightly colored hoodie, different tones of cold blue contrasting against pale greens, the same double colored tinted glasses staring up at Foolish.
“Oh, Karl!” The taller one jumped. “Yeah, I guess you could say that, not as if it were to be much different since always, though.” Green eyes we’re locked with Honey-brown, Karl looking up at him with a playful snicker.
“Guess not. What class do you have next?”
“I’ve got-” Foolish quickly eyed the calendar messily stuck inside one of his locker’s walls before sighing ”-Social studies. I swear, They’re just adding in classes whenever they can so we can’t see the light of day.”
Karl snickered, “Wouldn’t be surprised, You know exactly how everyone gets along with the other half.”
Foolish sighed, He knew just like everyone else how both of the halves usually clashed together- Not as if it were usually their fault though, since the spanish-speaking half wasn’t exactly better than them. Everyone knew not to mess with them anyways; Besides the huge language barrier that was broken by half-assed English or incredibly exaggerated and butchered Spanish, the hatred was equal between them both, even if no-one knew exactly why.
He would’ve guessed that it was due to the cultural differences and language gap while others set the incredibly annoying people on the Spanish-speaking side to blame. But of course, both sides had their own oxygen-wasting human material on their own sides, so that couldn’t be the case.
Thoughts interrupted the light daze inside his mind as the bell rang out loudly, just now noticing the once oxygen-lacking wave of students disappearing into their own respective classrooms, rare moments of peace before it all went down to shit again. “Guess we both better get going, huh.” The Brunette spoke abruptly, books now in hand somehow.
“Yeah, guess it is. See you later at the cafeteria?” Foolish asked, closing his locker as the smaller male nodded at him, giving him a quick wave before rushing down towards the hall.
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And just like always, the classroom was a fucking mess.
Students roaring over each other often leading into screaming, books and constant gossip being thrown out into the wild and- Was that a shoe flying towards the window? Foolish couldn’t help but sigh, sitting down on his respective area as he tried his best not to get hit by any of the schoolwork being tossed around, which he swore he knew some of the owners by judging at the handwriting.
Fit and Wilbur were arm-wrestling on a small desk with some quarters piled up aside, seemingly being bet on by the surrounding crowd, Fit clearly winning as Wilbur seemed to be almost ready to pop an artery. Bad, Slimecicle and Quackity being on the middle of the classroom, (most likely the latter duo trying to convince bad into doing something stupid) as Skeppy skeptically watched from another desk, while Jaiden and Philza tried their best on controlling the multiple natural disasters happening inside the large classroom.
Now of course, that was one half of the people he knew, He actually didn’t quite know the other half and their members since those were the spanish-speaking halves that had been constantly exchanging death threats with his own, though he did recognize some of them due to some call-outs by the teachers.
The tall one called ‘Spreen’ was seemingly wrestling Maximus while both Mariana and Rubius spectated, Luzu was scolding Roiers for almost throwing books out of the window and Missa was in the corner, mumbling something about someone cutting the guitar strings on his guitar.
Though, what he didn’t expect was someone sitting tightly on their desk just like him.
The man was quietly watching the chaos from afar as the light did it’s best to reflect his black, pulled-back yet spiked hair, curious violet eyes wandering the small crevices of the unorganized bookshelves and the potted plants sitting by the unused desk of the missing teacher, broad shoulders nicely pressing against his purple jacket lingering slight shadow on the man’s tight white tee, unapologetically pressing tightly against it’s chest.
It reminded Foolish of the lavender fields he’d usually find himself lost on back at home, golden sunset resting its best sun rays across the shallow purple of the flowers, fresh droplets from the rain on the night before now shining bright highlights that complemented the stillness of the plant, making worth the multiple ways of worshiping it’s usual relaxing taste on tea or suave aroma that often tingled you closer and closer to a melancholic daze.
And the sun got too close to the flower, it felt the heat burn right through its petals.
Deep violet color pierced through the persistent greens of his eyes, locking them together just like the very own stem of a lavender carefully tending to its flowers. Shame and embarrassment slowly filtered through Foolish’s gaze while Vegeta’s was the one of confusion and stillness before the door of the classroom was thrown open mercilessly, the other end being greeted by a very angry teacher, seemingly with the intention of ripping everyone’s guts off.
The whole classroom almost immediately shifted into that of a dream, Fit and Wilbur’s withered expression (and arm) quickly returned to it’s seats as the crowd ran into theirs, their spanish counterparts scrambling to put the flipped-over desks back into place as they tried putting on their best faces that did no better on their already troublesome reputation.
She walked down to the chalkboard, 4 inch heels clanking loudly against the old floorboards, the chalk on her hand loudly protested with high-pitched scritches against the board as she wrote down what it would be their project for the rest of the 15-weeked hell of a semester most of them we’re already having.
Everyone seemingly deadpanned at the chalkboard, some with enthusiasm and others with annoyance. Foolish was the latter of them.
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“They really just fucked over us, huh.” Wilbur spoke over the surrounding chitchatting, wincing as he tried to pick up a fork with his now jello’d arm, reminding Foolish that now they were all sat down on a round cafeteria table, each one poking around their own messy slop that no-one dared to eat.
“Guess so, why’d they have us paired up with them spanish-speakers? I’m sure we could do better off with our own pairs!” Slmecicle spoke up as half of the table stared at each other.
“We’d break those eggs within the first hour, Charlie. '' Philza spoke.
“Within the hour? Phil, you’re underestimating us here!” He spoke back.
“Yeah! Give us ten minutes and a very angry Dan, we’ll show you damn right!”
A light yet contagious giggle surged from the table, quickly being interrupted by Jaiden giving off an out-of-character stare behind Foolish, causing the rest of the table to turn around and take in a glance of the opposing group.
Mariana, seemingly the one that proposed the friendly ‘chat’ between the two groups, spoke up. “Entonces, we got same project, verdad?” He spoke, just as thrilled as everyone else in both groups to interact with each other (Without means of fighting or messing around, unfortunately.)
And right behind the tall and short bodies of Roses, Orchids and wild bushes, The sun managed to distinguish a single, unique view.
A single lavender between untamed evergreens flourished on the thick, restless wind of trouble.
The sun had never bothered to double-check the weather.