"Cupid's bloody bow is strung with a million hearts, wisdom bought at a terrible price, and love laid to rest on the river of Time."
― Laurence Overmire
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Inigo sat upright as his alarm clock blared the sound of Joel's awful violin playing. The golden boy could only be so perfect, after all.
Switching the noise off before his grandparents came and dis so themselves, he laid back down on the soft mattress folding his arms under his head, staring at the ceiling.His eyes directed towards the ceiling were seeing someone else instead- the golden-haired beauty with the most exquisite blue eyes he had ever seen, neither baby blue nor ocean blue, but a perfect mix of hidden depths with attractive innocence.
He kept remembering her sensual scent, delicate touch, and bewildered expression from the day before. The restlessness that he has been feeling relentlessly since yesterday's incident took his peace away as he found himself unable to sleep almost the whole night, spending it in tossing and turning.
His gaze landed on a clock that laid on his bedside table.
He jumped out of bed, racing to the bathroom to get ready for the day, looking forward to meeting the girl who dared to steal his heart.
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Amora peeked around the corner.
At the sudden presence of the golden head beside him, a young freshman jumped with fright, for he could only see a pair of hands and a face from his point of view.
Smiling sheepishly, Amora apologized, stepping out displaying her full figure, adorned in a pastel pink skirt and a cute white shirt with pink hearts drawn on it, and left the boy alone to calm his startled heart.
Amora released a sigh of relief as she surveyed the hallway she was walking in.
"Oh! Thank-"
She got cut in between, tackled by two hefty bodies- namely her best friends." What up fam!"
Nora's holler nearly deafened her while Noah's hugs almost crushed her.
Pushing her two friends off of her, Amora patted her aching back and checked her ringing ears.
Nora, who wore a cropped hoodie with baggy pants, looked quite chic with her hair half open and half tied up in a bun. Meanwhile, Noah looked good in a bright yellow sweatshirt, and black ripped jeans.
"Why the sudden shower of love? You two are never in such a good mood, especially in the mornings," she questioned, puzzled at their queer actions.
"You wound us with your words, Mora darling!" Nora cried out in an accent she copied from one of her mother's favorite soap operas, holding her hand to her chest with a phony sad face.
Noah and Amora visibly cringed at the horrible acting. Nora was good at several things but not acting, never acting.
"Don't call me that. I have a decent name which is not even that long. Use it." Amora stated before continuing to walk down the hall, the twins following beside her.
"What's wrong with Mora?" Noah asked. He never understood the reason for Amora's hate towards nicknames and short terms of endearments.
"Besides the fact that it is the minimal unit of measure in quantitative verse equivalent to the time of an average short syllable? I don't like it," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Ok, Ms. Dictionary, what were you hiding from just now. You were not doing a good job at it, anyway." Nora asked, placing an arm around her shoulders, leaning on her as they continued forward.
"Yeah, we could easily spot you from quite a distance. Anyone would have, for that matter."
"Ugh! Don't remind me of my non-existent spying skill sets. I committed a colossal blunder yesterday."
Amora complained, burying her face in her hands as she spoke the last sentence.
"What kind of blunder are we talking about?" Nora and Noah shared glances, for they already knew where this was going.
"I let Inigo freaking Nowell fall on the ground and called him a pervert. How long do you think I have before he hunts me down." Amora asked, genuinely scared for her life. There was a reason the student body left the raven-haired boy alone, and she didn't want to find it out soon.
The siblings gulped simultaneously, for they knew that the certain boy would come looking for their friend, but not for the reason she has in mind.
Noah decided to warn her.
"Don't be silly. A guy like him would not be conspiring about your demise. He should be far too busy for that. You need to stay away from him. Under no circumstances are you to even breathe in the same room as him," he paused and held shoulders, shaking them lightly, all the while gazing deeply into her blue eyes to emphasize the importance of his last sentence.
"Uh...Haha, and here I thought you two would be the ones telling me to quit being a worry wart like you always have." Amora laughed nervously, caught off-guard with the sudden seriousness in his voice.
"Of course, I will try to stay away from him, but you seem to forget something here. I share all my A.P Classes with him. So that last bit is going to be a bit harder." she bit her lips before proceeding to her homeroom class, which she shared with the twins, without them this time.
Behind her, the two brunettes were losing their minds.
"Oh! Saggy, sandcastle!"
"We forgot she is the third genius of the school!"
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"Inigo! Wait up." Joel shouted, running towards his friend, ignoring several other voices calling for his attention as he made his way through the crowd of students.
Inigo paused, hearing his friend's voice even though it annoyed him immensely to do so. He was in a hurry to meet someone.
Finally, when Joel caught up with him, "What is it?" Inigo asked with a lazy drawl.
The huffing blonde looked up his bent position, trying to catch his breath before he rapped out his reply, "You're asking me that? Seriously! What happened to you? Why have you been ignoring all my calls and messages? Do you know how worried I was for you? And why do you look different today?" Joel's furious tone changed to one of surprise as he took in his friend's attire-A baby blue-colored long-sleeved shirt which hugged his body snugly, showing off his toned physique with a pair of white-colored jeans, quite in contrast to his usual dark-colored ripped jeans and shirts with leather jackets.
His long midnight locks that usually were either tied in a short ponytail or left messily on his head, today were curled and set so carefully that not a strand looked out of place. He looked good, not that he didn't before, but today, better if that's even possible.
Joel looked down at himself, at his plain white shirt and blue jeans, with his basketball jersey tied around his waist, and wondered if he had forgotten about any occasion that required them to dress up.
He rummaged through his memories. He shook his head and came out of his reverie, returning to his friend.
"Why are you all dressed up?" He asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at the other.
Inigo had expected such a response, so his excuse was already prepared and ready to be fired.
"Nana insisted. She bought these for me last month, but I never tried them before now. She said, and I quote I should look like the gentleman I am, not like those hooligans I usually dress up as." he lied straight through his teeth, shrugging his shoulders at his blonde friend.
Though, not everything he said was a lie. His grandmother had bought him those clothes and had been pleasantly surprised seeing him in them because he had buried them deep down in his closet when she had presented him with them.
Inigo had dressed up for a specific someone and couldn't wait to hear their thoughts on how he looked.
Seeing that Joel still didn't look fully satisfied, he hurriedly changed the topic and said," Leave it. Do I look bad? I know I don't. Now hurry, we're getting late for homeroom. Oh! And when does homeroom end? What do we have in the first period today?"
Inigo dragged Joel backward by tugging on his backpack, raining a zillion questions on him.
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Amora twisted the back of her purple backpack nervously as she entered her A.P Maths classroom, one of the many classes that she shared with Joel and Inigo.
She looked at all the faces present in the classroom and relaxed a bit at not seeing the boy she was scared to face.
But that didn't mean he couldn't come in later.
"Amora!"
She turned towards the source of the voice and found Cedric Laris, a cute red-head with amber eyes that were covered by a pair of green-colored spectacles perched on his nose, which were littered with freckles.
Cedric was the town librarian's son, an adorable, shy nerd whom she regarded as a friend.
Smiling, she proceeded forward to sit beside him, and they entered a conversation while waiting for the teacher to come and begin the lesson.
But what Amora was unaware of was that a raven head had entered the class already, and he was not happy with what he saw.
Before Amora could understand what happened, a hand that took a firm hold of her arm and pulled her up from her seat before dragging her to one of benches at the back of the classroom. She was pushed gently to sit on it before her aggressor followed her action and locked his lips with hers!