A Change of Heart

[IceQueen]

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[IceQueen]

Mei walked though the halls with her head high, the bandage around her arm clearly showing as she stalked though the halls. Most steered clear of this seemingly class delinquent, who was really nice, if you don't count the murderous stare and ripped muscles. She walked up to her locker, opening it and hoping this day would be better than the last.

 

[Tenome]

Izzy shared more than a few fistbumps and side hugs with his bros as they meandered through the hallways. Between the previous hour and the next was the holy grail of passing times: ten minutes! The further Izzy walked towards his next class, fewer and fewer friends remained with him, until it was only Matty standing beside him outside of the calculus room.


To pass the time, the two engaged in meaningless conversation. "So as I was saying, I couldn't help but notice how defined his pecs were! I mean, no homo, but Brad's a champ," Matty prattled on, running a hand through his hair.

 

[IceQueen]

Mei's ears picked up on some jock conversation by none other than Izzy himself, the teen dream idol boy of the school. She scoffed, rolling her eyes and swinging her backpack off her back, opening it up to change some of her notebooks. 'Honestly, how stupid are you." She mumbled to herself, thinking about Izzy.

 

[Tenome]

Unaware of more judgmental, geeky losers, Izzy grinned at Matt. "Bro, you know I'd support you in anything. If you like Brad, you can just admit it." He widened his cerulean eyes in mock sincerity as he nodded gently.


Playing along, Matt nodded in return. "Oh Izzy, that means the world to me! I shall henceforth inform my lover of your acceptance and support!"


Immediately after Matt was done speaking, the blonde in question approached the two. "Support of what?" Brad smiled lamely at them in his confusion before nearly tackled by his "lover". Matthias threw arms around Brad's apparently well-muscled body and began pressing kisses to his neck and cheek.


"Support of our committed, homosexual relationship of course!"


Izzy chuckled at Matt's antics as more and more student trickled into the previously empty classroom.

 

[IceQueen]

Mei slammed the door of her locker softly, the door making a dull clang as it was forced shut. She adjusted her backpack and walked towards her class, which was full of stupid senior jocks. She walked up to the door of the class, shoving it open. It hit the wall with a thud and she stalked over to her desk, there eyes peering into her skin.

 

[Tenome]

After the pre-bell, Izzy and his friends(no homo) took their seats, which happened to be suspiciously close to each other. It wasn't as if they'd pulled some strings with the teacher, or anything.


Izzy's gaze fell on the petite girl who sat in the desk in front of him. Her silkly black hair always threatened to spill onto his desktop, not that he minded of course. She wasn't unattractive, physically at least. Her personality, however, seemed to leave much to be desired. She seemed antisocial, and like a bit of an ice-queen to be honest.

 

[IceQueen]

Mei tapped her pencil on the desk, staring at her paper. She kicked her feet up on the chair next to her, which was empty. She sighed, easily getting bored with anything in this class. Honestly, school was repetitive, boring and an excuse to judge other people. She sighed again, dropping her pencil and resorting to tapping her nails on the desk. "Stupid Jocks." She muttered.

 

[Tenome]

As the brunette reached into his backpack for his notes, he noticed the girl before him drop her pencil on tile at his feet. Withdrawing his hands from the bag and grasping at the nearly out of reach pencil, he finally latched onto it. When he finally sat back upright, he tapped her shoulder lightly. "I think your dropped this," he said, voice smooth and low. His tone coupled with the perfectly white smile he flashed her normally melted girls on the spot.

 

[IceQueen]

Mei felt a tap on her shoulder and she groaned, turning around to face him. She saw him hold up one of her pencils, flashing a smile and giving that low tone that would have had most girls swooning, fainting or blushing madly. She looked at it and grimaced. "Keep it. I don't want to get jock germs. It would make me stupid." She said, turning around.

 

[Tenome]

His smile faltered, but only barely. His smolder had never failed on a girl, but, despite his utter shock, he prided himself on his perpetually smooth composure. It couldn't be him; she was probably just a lesbian.


"Are you sure? Perhaps you could implement your non-jock smarts to disinfect it, thus preventing any loss of possession."

 

[IceQueen]

Mei turned at him. "Honestly? You think that is going to get me? I have seen better boys walk into the arcade." She scoffed, looking at him. "Just hope this doesn't damage your pride to much. As a favor, keep the pencil." She said, shoving it into his hand and turning around again. "As if." She muttered to herself.

 

[Tenome]

He accepted the pencil as it was practically forced on him. A reinforced arsenal was nothing to sneeze at, after all.


He snorted and crossed his arms, appealed by her bitchy behavior. "Fine, but the joke's on you. Jock germs are an airborne pathogen."

 

[IceQueen]

Mei fake gasped. "Oh no! I am becoming one of you! Better fix that." She said. She stood from her chair and turned around, placing her slim fingers over the edge of his desk. She smiled nicely and shoved his desk and chair 3 feet backwards and walked back to her chair, pulling it out and sitting back down, putting her feet on a chair.

 

[Tenome]

Izzy hid his surprise at her strength, but kept his reaction to a simple grimace. "Stuck up bitch..."

 

[IceQueen]

Mei felt her brow twitch in annoyance. "Going to pretend I didn't hear that." She said.

 

[Tenome]

"Like you have any right to be offended..." He muttered as he and the others in their row moved their desks back into place. "You instigated."


He turned to Brad, who was flexing his biceps at himself from beneath the sleeves of his football jersey. "How are we jocks?"

 

[IceQueen]

Mei chuckled. "Oh yeah. Because every normal kid has a friend that flexes his muscles in class."

 

[Tenome]

"He's simply proud of his achievements in his strength training class," he defended, his tone even. "What's wrong with a little self-worth? I suppose you'd argue everything, being emo and what not."


Izzy shot a pointed glance at the bandage on her arm.

 

[IceQueen]

Mei growled in a low deep tone, the air around her seeming to chill. The people close to her were starting to back away. "Emo you say. Oh my dear friend." She said, getting up and cracking her knuckles. "I am not sure you know how much of a threat I am."

 

[Tenome]

"That threat had better be academic, Miss Cantor." Izzy glanced up to where Mrs. Reynolds stood, her expression stern. The senior briefly thanked her silently for intervening. It wasn't that he was afraid of being beat up by some girl, but he didn't exactly want that to happen. If she'd decided to attack, he couldn't even defend himself. It wasn't like you could hit girls back.


But, threat? Seriously? That was needlessly aggressive, if not plain unladylike. No wonder her didn't recognize her; she'd clearly committed social suicide ages ago.

 

[IceQueen]

Mei hissed under her breath, sending a 'I will find you later' look and pulling out her chair again, sitting down with a thunk.

 

[Tenome]

He frowned at her, not entirely sure of her problem. In fact, Izzy wasn't even sure what her name was. It was Maya, or May, or something, he was pretty sure.


As the class flew by, forgot all about the girl's little tiff with him. The bell rang after what seemed like a blink of an eye, and he lazily shoved his books back into his rucksack.

 

[IceQueen]

Mei gave a silent scream of relief, the bell for lunch finally ringing. She smiled and packed up her stuff, cutting the idiot boy off and walking towards the door, and shutting it in his face.

 

[Tenome]

Izzy blinked, startled as the door narrowly avoided slamming into his nose. Weird. The wind?


He turned to Brad as they headed to the lunch room. "So, didn't you have a date last night?"


And thus they prattled on about their abundant love lives.