D-DAY
The classroom door busts open and a small figure comes rushing at Brandon. Before the situation could even register, the newcomer lands a direct punch to his face, knocking him unconscious. His body falls to the floor at your feet. If you were surprised at all, it wasn't apparent. Even the class didn't give a damn. It was about time the bitch got hit.
Dean sighs, picking up Brandon's body and heading over to the infirmary, leaving you alone with the stranger. You extend your hand out to them. An enemy of your enemy is your ally, am I right? May as well introduce yourself to them. "Nice hit there," you say with a smile. As you notice their red streaked hair, your smile drops immediately.
Gianeen smiles up at you as she takes your hand in hers. Rather than giving you a proper handshake, she intertwines her fingers in yours. Her hand is trembling ever so slightly.
"Sorry for ruining the surprise," she says bashfully. "I was supposed to come in later in the story, but I just couldn't help it..."
Dean sighs, picking up Brandon's body and heading over to the infirmary, leaving you alone with the stranger. You extend your hand out to them. An enemy of your enemy is your ally, am I right? May as well introduce yourself to them. "Nice hit there," you say with a smile. As you notice their red streaked hair, your smile drops immediately.
Gianeen smiles up at you as she takes your hand in hers. Rather than giving you a proper handshake, she intertwines her fingers in yours. Her hand is trembling ever so slightly.
"Sorry for ruining the surprise," she says bashfully. "I was supposed to come in later in the story, but I just couldn't help it..."