<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">Dark sat quietly in class and took notes. Making a conscious effort to not look at Korina so she would not be distracted by her overactive imagination. This was becoming harder and harder for her to do with each passing day because she wanted to be friends with the athlete but knew, or at least believed, it was impossible. Mr. Richards drone on and on about one of Edgar Allen Pose’s works that would normally keep Dark’s attention from start to finish. Lamentably, this was one she had studied quite a few times, so she already knew everything he was pointing out. Despite her best efforts, Dark's eyes roamed over the room and rested on the cute red-head. She sighed as she began to daydream about the two of them hanging out and talking about the different books they have read and which authors they liked. She even dared to think that Kori would teach her some gymnastic moves before her mind took a more, passionate turn. <br/>
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Fortunately for the young goth the bell rang and brought her back to reality before her imagination got too far. She gathered her things and slipped out of the room. She was constantly surveying her surrounding for any sight of Art as she made her way to her locker. If she was being honest with herself, she missed him, school was hard for her, being the outsider she was and having friends made it easier for her to get through it.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> ‘It’s better this way, he won’t be around to help you forever you know. Besides if he ever found out how much of a freak you actually are, he would treat you the same as everyone else!’</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> Whispered the voice inside her head as she got to her locker.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> “Y-yeah, he probably would... no one would want to be with a freak like me....”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> she muttered softly as she changed out her books and headed off. <br/>
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She was just about to enter her next class when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she froze solid as she thought that Art had finally found her. She was about to say something when she received another shock, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">‘that’s not Art’s voice!’</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">She though as Kori’s greeting drifted into her ears. Her heart started to pound as she tried to think of some sort of response, then something dawned on her, Kori’s tone held a bit of bite to it, was she mad about something? It would seem so considering the presser the athlete was putting on the goth’s shoulder was way more that she needed to. Dark stood there for a moment and breathed deeply before she turned around to face the popular girl. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">“Miss. Korina, what a surprise to see you here. Is there something I can do for you?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> She asked in the nicest tone she could without meeting Korina's gaze. She guessed that Kori was trying to hide the fact that she was upset about something because she hadn’t come up to her shouting. so Dark would try and not provoked the popular girl. Beside whatever she was mad at Dark for was probably justified.</span>