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Iris
"What an amazing morning and a Monday," I hum, grinning, and look at the love of my unrealistic life—my cupcake. Technically, made by someone else but they are mine, now.
Last week passed by with a lot of practices and studies and before I know (of course, I know), Monday is already knocking on my door.
"Can you give the exact same reaction when I come to your house?" Colt asks me, looking up from his phone. I narrow my eyes at how in a second his eyes drift back to his phone.
"Who ya talking to?" I lean up, trying to look at the screen but he moves away.
"No one," He pauses as a small smile starts to break on his face. "Just... Tori."
I smile, taking a bite from the cupcake, and ask, "Why do you call Victoria Tori?"
"Just... a feeling—she didn't even protest," He looks at me and shrugs.
I eat the whole cupcake and throw the wrapper in the dustbin. When I look up, I see what's coming.
"Colt," I call out as he keeps on moving.
No reply.
"Colt."
No reply, again.
"Colt, dumbass, you are going to—" He crashes on the glass entrance door. "—crash," I complete, trying not to laugh while Colt curses, embarrassed. To fulfill the embarrassment more, Victoria passes the door on the other side but stops when she sees Colt cursing loudly.
"Moth—" Colt stops when he notices her and I burst out laughing.
"Um, you okay, Colt?" Victoria asks him, opening the door.
"Uh...yeah. I have been better," Colt replies, after giving me a glare.
"I tried to stop you, idiot," I nudge Colt, before moving forward and giving Victoria a hug. "Hey, Vic."
"Hey, Iris," She replies to me, smiling. "You, guys, are kind of late—"
The bell rings and the three of us look at each other, frantically.
"Now, you are too," I state, before the three of us start running—Colt and I to left while Victoria to right. "Bye, Vic!"
"See you both soon!" She replies.
"Couldn't use your time counting superpower, could you?" Colt tells me as we both run towards our homeroom.
"Well, if you hadn't banged yourself on the door and not make me laugh, I would have," I retort back.
Upon reaching the door of our homeroom, Colt says, "You open it. I don't want to see McLane first."
"Geez, Colt!" I push open the door to reveal a 25-even man with dirty blonde hair, writing something on the board – his name, I think – and now looking at us.
"Um, I thought McLane would be here," Colt whispers to me.
"Ya, maybe we are in a different class," I whisper to him, looking at the man.
"That means we are a lot late. Let's go," Colt and I start to pace back when the man in front of us calls us.
"You, both, must be Iris and Colten, right?" We nod. "Enter the class and don't be late, next time."
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