Friendly Rivalry (Scott)

[Parvana Kolette Dom]

Parvana Dom

"I remember tears streaming down your face,"

Parvana was sitting at her desk, enjoying the irony surrounding it. She sat at the back of the class, right next to the window. The view was so beautiful – the courtyard just in her view. It wasn’t busy at the time, considering most classes were going at the moment. She didn’t have the guts to skip class herself to enjoy the day, so here she was in math class sitting in the back of the class next to window. Next to window and in the back of the class – it felt so nice to repeat it in her mind. As she had thought before, it was quite ironic that she had gotten this seat of all of them in the class. In all the animes that she had watched, the main character always seemed to be in this exact seat, staring outside as they dozed off. She found it ironic because she never thought of herself as a ‘main character’. She always thought she had been part of the supporting cast – an element of the story that could easily be wiped out if needed.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shadow fall over herself, and she looked up towards the thing – finding her teacher standing over her. The look on her face cause small shivers to go down the girl’s spine – a look of disappointment. In her hand was the last test they had taken, folded downward. She knew what this meant. Teachers always seemed to hide the grades when things went downhill, and they proudly flaunted it when you got a good grade. Parvana seemed to pause, staying at the piece of paper before the teacher had cleared her throat. The little girl let out a long sigh, silently shaking as she took the paper from the teacher’s hand. The second she had received the paper, she smashed the sheet of paper facedown into the desk. She let out a grunt, not even daring to look at it herself in fear of disappointment.

Slowly, her gaze shifted to the right of her. There sat the most annoying boy on the planet, and she was the one stuck with him in class. His name was Scott, and she only stood him for the fact that, well, she was too anti-social to talk to anyone else. Besides that fact, he hung around Smith too, so you could say they were friends because of their friends. Although she had strong feelings for the boy, she would never ever admit that she secretly enjoyed his spontaneous nature and the fact that he could actually keep a conversation going. In fact, you could say she was a bit jealous of him.

She took a deep breath before whispering to him, “Pssst, Scott. Hey Scott. What did you get on the test? I knew I failed because, you know, Math, but I guess I did worse than I actually thought.” She leaned over towards him, doing her best not to fall off the chair as she did so. Parvana hoped that she actually got his attention, knowing that this boy seemed to be everywhere at once. She knew he probably got a better score than she did, but maybe she could pull it off like she was the better one - maybe. She wouldn't loose - not to Scott.

"When I said, 'I'll never let you go.'"

Scott Hutchinson :: 556 words :: nada

[Scott Hutchinson]

On Scott’s first day of school it had taken his teacher all of 0 seconds to signal him out as the problem child and send him to sit in the back of the room. Much to the boy’s displeasure, this meant sitting next to his greatest enemy on the island: Parvana Dom. She was a small girl, dark-haired and bright eyed, but Scott knew that looks could be deceiving. She was evil incarnate. With her awful scarf and her squeaky voice and the way she always hung around Smith, the probability manipulator decided that he did not like her at all. Not even a little bit! Now, he was forced to sit next to her in his favourite class which was as distracting as it was annoying.

Sitting on the edge of his seat, as far away as he could get from the girl without ending up on the floor, Scott fidgeted restlessly. Focusing was hard enough for the boy, but sitting next to Parvana made it impossible. The teacher was taking her sweet time passing back their tests from the previous week and Scott struggled to keep his impulses under control. He spent far too much time in the hall for ‘being disruptive’, but it wasn’t like he could help it. The teacher only tolerated him because he’d proven to be something of a prodigy when it came to mathematics; a fact which was not emphasised when at long last the teacher passed his test to him and he flipped it over to reveal a big, fat 48% written in the top corner in red ink. The boy ducked his head as the teacher shot him a look of disappointment.

Scott’s powers made him a human calculator. He never had trouble answering questions in class, but when it came to answering them on a test he just couldn’t do it without losing interest before finishing. It was ironic that the same power that made him so good at math, was also the reason why he was flunking the class. Flipping through the failed test, he noted that his calculations on the first two pages were flawless. But then came question 15 and the inevitable failure of his attention span. Blinking back tears of frustration behind his sunglasses, the boy slammed the test face-down on the desk and sat back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. At that moment, as if to make things worse, Parvana leaned over to him.

“None of your business!” he snapped, his voice much louder than necessary. None of the other students even bothered to turn around at the commotion, but a few groans of annoyance could be heard. The boy was always going off on marathon ramblings, only half of which were ever relevant or useful. Even so, the teacher straighten herself from where she was working with one of the students at the front of the room and turned to place her hands on her hips. “Excuse me,” she sneered, “But if you two would like to have a private conversation you may take it into the hall.”

Of course, the threat had not been meant literally, but the rhetoric went straight over the boy’s head. “Oh, okay,” he mumbled before collecting his test and his bag and heading towards the classroom door.

[Parvana Kolette Dom]

Parvana Dom

"When all those shadows almost killed your light,"

To be perfectly and completely honest, Parvana expected this exact reaction, but it still made her flinch, scarf suddenly drooping by her side, when he snapped. She knew how much the boy had hated her guts - it was obvious by the way he tried his hardest not to interact with her and the constant glares that were shot in her direction. She knew the reason behind these actions too, but she thought of it unfair. Perhaps Smith could talk some sense into him? I mean, it was obvious how much of an idol the bronze man was to the math boy. Still, it was the exact same thing vise versa. Parvana was dead-set sure that Smith also like Scott better, considering she was only a whiny brat. Even if Smith had tried, she wasn't sure that even the strong Smith could change, nor enter, the mind of a stubborn little boy like Scott. It just wasn't possible in her mind. This, she was sure of.

Unlike Scott's clear hatred, Parvana's true feelings were a bit harder to decipher. Everything she did to the boy was done for a reason - an ulterior motive was always present when it came to the young girl. Like Scott had suspected, Parvana was a young girl with darker meanings. She would have killed for the boy's powers, deeming them far better in usefulness than the manipulation of a flimsy cloth and the ability to scream like a stupid banshee. She, herself, knew that even his powers weren't that effective when it came to fights and physical defense, but Parvana had no need for that. Even her own body type wasn't ideal for athletic activities. She kept these feelings of jealousy deep within her own feelings, unaware they even existed. She personally didn't like the fact that she pushed Scott's buttons so often, but it was practically the only thing she could think of to do to grab his attention. After all, the boy did have a short attention span. Bad attention was better than noting.

She panicked when the teacher called them out, and she struggled to find an answer to her. Fear crept up, and she felt the pair of eyes from her classmates look behind them and stare at what the commotion had been about. A simple question had led to an overreaction of a response, in her opinion, and now the thing she hated the most was happening. She was already so self-conscious about herself, worrying about how others perceived her, and now everyone was staring - judging. Her voice was caught in her thought, and her mind raced as she tried to find something that would answer the teacher without it being considered back-talking. When she was younger, she had always gotten in trouble for doing just that, so finding a way to explain things to authoritative figures always seemed to make the cat catch her tongue.

However, it seemed clear that Scott had less common sense than Parvana had originally given him as he stood up and walked out. She would have been seriously dying on the floor, laughing her face off, if it wasn't for the fact that she was flooded with shock - the proof being in her widened mouth and her confused eyes. Instead of telling him to just stop and return back to class, she took this chance to get out of math class, she jumped out of her seat. She tried to catch up to him, tripping over her chair in the process. She had let out a loud groan, but as soon as she realized that people were staring, she picked herself up - face red from embarrassment - and quickly followed him. After all, the teacher had said to go outside only if you wanted to have a private conversation, so Scott doing this meant something, right? Right?

She honestly didn't know with this boy, and she couldn't care less at this point. Parvana walked behind him, silent, as she was unsure of what to do at this point. All she could do was hope for the best. It wasn't as though they were going to be friends anyway, so might as well make the best of this hateship. Any ship was better than no ship. Better to be noticed than never taken note of. At least this historian wasn't completely invisible to some, whether she be a haunting spirit or a kinder soul.

"I remember you said, 'Don't leave me here alone.'"

Scott Hutchinson :: 737 words :: longest post i've ever written ;w;

[Scott Hutchinson]

Scott made his way into the empty hall with the girl trailing behind him. He didn’t seem to notice the way the teacher’s lips pursed as he walked past her, nor the quiet giggles of his classmates. Wisely, the teacher did not try stop him. The inevitable confusion it would bring on to contradict her own rhetorical statement wasn’t worth the effort. After all, everyone knew the boy was a lost cause. Meanwhile, she had a class full of bright young minds to mould. Passing an exhausted hand over her face, the teacher gave a sigh of relief once the door closed behind the girl and she went on with her lesson.

In the hall, Scott walked a few paces forwards before turning and crossing his arms over his chest. “None of your business!” he repeated, picking up the conversation where it had left off. “Why did you get me in trouble? I didn’t want to get in trouble. Now we have to talk in the hall.” There was a slight pout to his lip as he vented. If Smith were there he never would have gotten Scott in trouble, but whenever Parvana was around it seemed like he got in trouble for everything. It wasn’t fair! She was the one who talked to him first and he was just retaliating. Annoyance fluttered in his gut and flushed his cheeks. The worst part about the whole thing was that there was nothing Scott could do about it. He was stuck with the girl whether he liked it or not (and he most certainly did not).

Scowling, the boy tried in vain to figure out why she kept following him around. If Nana were there she would have teased him by saying the girl liked him-- like liked him. He wrinkled his nose at the very thought. Parvana was a girl and that meant she was contaminated with girl germs. The more time she spent around him the more likely he was to catch them and that would just be gross. Scott was certain that the girl didn’t like like him. She just wanted to follow him around to make sure he caught girl germs. Smith never would have stood for it, and neither would he.