"(f/n), you're going to miss the bus!" your beloved and also quite irritable
moirail yelled up the stairs. ((A/N: dont you love how i start fics with people
yelling at you?))
"Why can't today be saturday? Ugh. I am not in the mood to go to my writing
class today." You grumbled as you practically fell out of bed as you scrambled
to get up. Your writing class was taught by some random buffoon who wanted to
put grades on pointless assignments, but that wasn't what bothered you. No, what
bothered you was the trigger-happy assistant teacher who didnt appreciate your
constant doodling and sarcasm during class. Not that you really cared, but he
was annoying either way. The majority of your classes had assistant teaches.
Porrim in Home Ec, Horrus in Gym, Meulin in Art, Kurloz, for some reason, was in
Science, Aranea was in Social Studies, and Cronus was the Music assistant. He
had made music into your favorite period, which was a miracle because you
weren't in any form musically talanted. One year, at the talent show, you tried
to sing "It's the Hard Knock Life" from Troll Annie, and ended up tripping over
your own two feet during a dance routine and knocking over the microphone as you
fell off the stage. Maybe you liked the fresh, crisp smell the greaser had. Or
was it his worn, black leather jacket? His neat, perfectly slicked back hair, or
the faded faded scar near his hairline. Pssssh nah, you didn't like any of that!
((A/N: C'mon reader, stop being in denial! You liiiiike him~)) Author, you get
you arse outta here before I kick it out. Besides, Cronus Ampora was just a
player who had no game. He was constantly flirting with other girls, including
your best friend, (best friends name), and on occasion, he would flirt with the
guys too. Somehow, the actual music teacher, Mrs. Dayren, never noticed it.
Holy crap 20 minutes have passed because you were fantasising- what no, I meant
THINKING about the idiot in your music class? C'mon self, get it together!
*You then procceeded to miss the bus, so Kanaya, your neighbor, drove you to
school with her. Time skip brought to you by strawberry faygo because the author
thinks it tastes like cough syrup*
As you struggled with paying attention through the day, which caused you to earn
a math detention after school, you kept thinking of Cronus. You didnt understand
why you couldnt stop thinking about him, but you just went along with it. As
music finally came, you walked in to an almost empty classroom. You, being
paranoid as heck, started freaking out because you were worried you missed the
class or that everyone was somewhere else and you came to the wrong place. Your
ridiculous assumptions came to a halt by a greaser putting his hand on your
"Vwell, you're certainly here early." he commented, a strand of hair falling in
front of his eyes. He instantly swept it back as you watched, mesmeraized.
Breaking out of the trance, you responded. "It was me lunch period and I
finished eating early."
"Ah, I sea. Just take a seat until class starts, I guess."
You ignored his suggestion and started walking around the music room,
touching/strumming/pounding ever instrument you passed, which caused you to earn
a raised eyebrow from Cronus.
"Hey, vwhat's your name again? I see so many students I forget."
You didn't realize he was talking to you because you were in your own little
day-dream bubble. "Hello? Anybody in there?" Cronus snapped his fingers in front
of your face. "Huh? What? What'd I miss?" you asked as you came back to the real
world. "I asked vwhat your name vwas." He replied, a smirk on his face. "Oh,"
you were silent. ((A/N: Almost as if you forgot your own name)) WILL YOU GET OUT
OF HERE? "Vwell?" "Its (f/n) (l/n). I'm a (your zodiac), my favorite colors (fav
color) and I like long walks on the beach and stupid movies that have no plot
line." You blurted out.
It took everything Cronus had not to laugh. "I just asked for your name kitten,
not your entire dating profile." He grinned, and your face turned bright (blood
color) and you facepalmed. Cronus, still chuckling, got up and went to his desk.
The bell rang, and all the obnoxious idiots that happened to be in this hour
with you came stampeding in, groaning and grumbling. Sadly, none of your friends
were in this class, so you got stuck in a seat in the back. As class started,
you closed your eyes, thinking about Cronus and how the corners of his eyes
crinkled when he smiled.