#fanprohigh

[askfanpro0101]

fph!En: I um, hello. Hi! D-do you have a.. minute?

Doria: ..

Doria: !! ..!..

Doria: Ah..sure. What’s up?

[askfanpro0101]

[askfanpro416]

((No.0192 who is also known as Marianna Sawyer aka the Queen of Hearts of the Wonderland gang. She's the news editor in journalism meaning she makes the final decision of what the school newspaper should have and selecting the other members to do a specific job. Although, she doesn't publish any info of bullying and whatnot happening the school, but does have the scoop and insight of what's going that makes her seem interested of having "competition" here.))

[hellionbrothers]

It is a familiar sight. A box wrapped with a ribbon, tied with a bow. There’s a box like this in the same spot by En’s locker three times a week, sometimes more if an important match is coming up.

In the box is a heavy lunch. Well-balanced, but usually favoring proteins. Above the food containers there is always a typed note. Usually something short and sweet. Today’s message reads: "Have a good day. Hope practice goes well."

It isn’t signed. They never are.

—//—

En: …!

[hellionbrothers]

Your butt's so big, when you go to class you sit next to everyone.

Kro: That was sad as fuck. Now get out of my way.

Kro: Helpless blind man coming thru. You’re the one with eyes and you can’t see? Shoo.

[ask0911]

fph: "I bought ice cream!"

I never thought being a hall monitor would be so tiring. Though, they did tell me it would take big responsibility…

Say, how much was this? I’m going to owe you tomorrow.

[ask0895]

♫ for anything!

Got Love - Hedley

fph!au

Aibhlinn was walking to biology when she saw some money fall to the ground. She looked up from her books to see a blonde boy walking in front of her. There were very few people in the hall— she figured he was the one who had dropped the money. He seemed to be oblivious to it, though.

Aibhlinn quickly picked up the bills and skipped forward, tapping the boy on his shoulder. “Excuse me,” she said softly. The boy didn’t turn; he had earbuds in. She tried again, this time, less tentatively: “Excuse me.” The boy pulled out his earbud. “Sorry?” “I think,” Aibhlinn held up the bills. “you dropped this.” She smiled slightly, holding  the money out to him. He checked his wallet, which he had been holding upside down. “Oh,” he said. “you’re right. Thanks!”

As he placed the money back in his wallet, another boy approached the two. “Hey, tattoo face.” He said, getting uncomfortably close to the blonde boy. “Listen, I forgot my lunch money at home. So why don’t you be a friend and give me yours?” “Money? I don’t have any! So— sorry! But no.” The blonde boy said, both cheerful and firm in response. “Aw, come on man, don’t be like that.” The other boy grinned, slapping him on the back. “We’re friends, right?”

Ahblinn was staring, timid and speechless at the two boys’ exchange. She wasn’t sure what was happening until the taller boy had the blonde one up against the lockers, still badgering him for the money. The blonde boy didn’t look scared, just stiff. But she knew this wasn’t a tiff between friends. “Uh, h-hi—” She said awkwardly, waving a little. “What do you want, one eye?” The pushy boy said. Aibhlinn faltered. “I just— think, that, well…” The boy glared at her as she tried to piece her words together. “Aren’t you going to be late for class, one eye?” The recycled jab lost its edge this time. The blonde boy was staring at Aibhlinn rather blankly. “I think you should leave this boy alone.” She said. The tall boy laughed. “Why? We’re friends, right buddy?” He wrapped his arm around the other boy’s neck, squeezing too tightly. “No.” Aibhlinn nodded at this. “You should leave him alone… before I tell a teacher that you were beating up a kid by the lockers.” She trailed off a bit at the end, losing her nerve. “That’s a dick move, one eye.” “No, it’s not.” She said. She noticed a teacher passing down a perpendicular hallway. “Professor Cinco!” The teacher turned. The tall boy paused, and walked away, flustered. “Never mind!” Aibhlinn shouted to the teacher.

The blonde boy laughed. “Thanks, I guess.” He stuffed his wallet in his bag. “No problem! That kid was just being rude.” Aibhlinn smiled. “I’m Aibhlinn. What’s your name?” The blonde boy smiled back, a grin spreading across his face. “I’m Arthur!” He said. “Where are you headed, miss Aibhlinn?” He said, returning to his quirky self. “Biology; 310.” “I’m not headed in that direction,” he began, smile growing, “but I don’t need to be on time for math class. Who needs that? I’ll walk you.” Aibhlinn smiled and nodded. “Thanks.” Arthur paused. “Wait— did I say walk? I meant I’ll race you there.” “Wait, what?” Aibhlinn raised her eyebrows. But not a second after the words left her mouth, the boy took off. She stared at him, stunned. At the end of the hall, he turned and looked at her. “What are you waiting for? I’m going to beat you!” She smiled slightly at this, beginning to walk down the hall. “Okay, whatever you say.” She wasn’t about to run in the hall and get in trouble, so she simply quickened her pace. Arthur shrugged at this and continued to run, rounding the corner and disappearing from sight.

[hellionbrothers]

En you find a letter in your locker that reads "Hey En, how would you feel about the next dance with me?" it's signed "Evelyn Stacey"

"…Huh? Who is Evelyn Stacey?" En blinks and shrugs "Uh. Guess she’ll ask me in person some day or other…" he folds the letter in his pocket and walks to class.