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the girl stares at the bright, white single piece of paper that was taped onto the board in front of her. on it, is a list of the students that took this particular hero course and their partner for the first major project of the semester. while the point of the project flew over verona's mind, she did remember the whopping hundred and twenty points it was worth, and surely getting a less than perfect score would severely impact her grade so early on into the school year. the thought of it made her head spin, already walking on thin ice with juggling cheer as captain and the many extracurricular clubs rory enrolled herself in, including the sidekick mentorship she was hoping to get into before winter break started. there was a large gap and then a line that formed behind her silhouette, because there was an invisible rule that floated around empyrean university for the gifted. that for people like verona, whose social scene revolved around the upper echelon of the school ( along with the other jocks, cheerleaders, and overall popular kids ), hallways parted for them. people waited behind them, so as to not intrude. and verona's monarchical personality seemed to stand much taller than her five foot three inche figure. plainly put, no one wanted to get on her bad side. thus the ever growing line, patiently waiting for the queen of their hive to finish up. a smolder of a glare is present on her features, a hint of irritation with each deep breath she took and released. ❝ logan ? seriously ? ❞ her acrylic nails dig into the sides of her waist, foot tapping away with annoyance. apparently they ran in the same circles, with some of her girl friends dating a handful of his boy friends, but she never saw too much of him. only enough to grow a visible and distinct notion that she didn't really care to find out, either. as if on cue, she hears the voices of her people, and soon the classroom fills with her peers. some of the people behind her gave up on their option of finding out their partner early and settled on finding out after class, and the rest parted away for the influx of the other top tier students. among the bustling crowd, she spots logan. there's a look on her face, full of distrust and hesitance. verona knew she couldn't really trust him to hold up his end of the workload, and she assumed he didn't even care about doing it. the crow haired girl spots him slipping into desks at the way back, to avoid any unwanted contact with the teacher that would force them to have to participate. they could always just ask someone to give them a copy of the notes, it's not like they would have really said no to people like logan and verona. slim legs nearly strut over, and the student slips into one of the stools. she waves a hand at the flock surrounding the boy, with a little 'shoo' escaping her painted lips, eyeing them carefully. they seemed to know better and not to cross her on this particular day, soon dissipating to other empty seats. her attention redirects back to logan, and she leans in, effortlessly and coolly. ❝ for some reason the universe absolutely hates me, because you're my partner for the project. ❞














