I blocked out everything until trigonometry. My whole body was relieved to see Alexa sitting there, digging through her folder.

Her dark eyebrows drawn together, teeth pulling at the silver ring in her lip. I smiled and sat beside her.

"Move," she grumbled, not looking up.

I tossed my backpack onto the linoleum floor, hauling my notebook onto the wooden table. "Nah."

"Dude," she huffed. "You're way too close."

"You're telling me you don't like it that way?" I asked with a smirk.

"No," she snapped, finally making eye contact with me. Her hazel eyes burned into me. "I don't, and I don't think you do either. I think you think every other girl in this room would swoon if you talked like that to them, and you're just buttering me up because you want to feel wanted by everyone. Well, sucks for you, doesn't it, pretty boy? Cuz I'm not fucking swooning."

I laughed lightly and raised my hands in surrender. "Fine, I'll move back. No need to attack me, Lexi."

I watched the muscles in her jaw tighten. "Lexi?"

"Yeah. I thought it would be easier, since we're both Alexes."

"My name is Alexa, and I'll cut your fucking tongue out if you try to call me something else again, got it?"

Another laugh. "Whatever you say, princess."

Her hand swung back and into my gut. My laughter had caused those abs to tighten, thank God. I think she may have killed me Houdini style if not.

"I'm Alexa. Not fucking princess."

I smirked, bracing myself for another punch. "Well, you're certainly prissy and bratty like a princess."

I watched, vaguely amused, as her little hands balled into fists. Thankfully, Miss Chis started class. Alexa shot me one last lethal glare and looked forward.

I stared at her, bemused, but mostly because I knew it bothered her.

It was uncommon to see Alexa raise her hand in class, so when she did, naturally, everyone looked at her. She went forth in verbally reciting probably one of the most complex problems - and solutions - I have ever heard.

My heart leaped into my throat for a moment because, frankly, she was amazing.

She looked around.

I looked straight at her.

When someone grew feathers suddenly, there was a soft little puffing sound and a few little baby feathers fell to the floor.

There was a puff.

And soft, grey, baby feathers fell to the floor behind Alexa.

Her whole face turned bright red as she shoved her things into her bag, stood up, and ran out of the classroom without looking back.

........

I'd like to point out that the last chapter had exactly 420 words, and if that isn't foreshadowing, idk what is.