Nicholai sighed. "You're too hard on yourself, Vi," he commented, gesturing with his hands to the girl before him.
"I've seen you practice and it's wonderful. It's super cliche to say, but I bet you twenty dollars, Miranda can't dance near as well on the spot like you can."
"I second that bet." Jason sits up in his seat.
(I almost let Nicholai curse but didn't know if it was allowed)
“Miranda is NOTHING compared to you. Hypocrite…” Alya compliments Violet, putting her hand on her arm.
“I’ll third it.”
Violet blushed. "Thanks, guys…"
(I almost let Nicholai curse but didn't know if it was allowed)
(Please don't, thanks!)
(That's why I wanted to ask!)
"You shouldn't be thanking us - we're not lying, after all! You did great!" Alya giggled.
She fought herself not to contradict them again. She tried to change the subject. "Uh… how was the English assignment?"
Jason sighed. "English is such a confusing language."
"How?" Violet asked. She nibbled on her sandwich.
"Nothing is constant. Everything breaks one rule or another." Jason took a bite of his food.
Violet was about to respond when the lunch bell rang. "Already?" she asked, quickly finishing her sandwich.
“Yup. Gotta get to class.” Alya grabbed her bag and patted Violet’s head. “See you after school, girl!”
"See ya, Alya!" Violet called after her friend, grinning. She threw away her trash and practically waltzed down the hallway.
After school, the four were going to Violet's house to help her prepare for a competition.
Violet pulled into her driveway. She turned off the engine, threw her backpack over her shoulder, and walked up to the door to unlock it.
“Hey, girl!” Alya walked up the drive and stood next to Violet. “Vi, I need to talk to you about something.”
"Yeah?" Violet asked, opening the door and stepping into the cool AC. "What is it?"
"Oh, that feels good. Anyway," Alya began, kicking off her shoes, "It's about Jason."
(I have a tonnnnnn of school work so I'll probably be gone until tomorrow)