~Reader's P.O.V.~

        When the bell rang, the only thing you actually achieved was...actually, pretty much nothing academically.  You had planned to finish reading your Mockingjay book, but Sting made it impossible to read with him always asking you questions like, "Why were you crossing the street when the light shone red?  Are you color-blind?"  "Are you new to this school?"  You answered his questions, of course, but you were kinda annoyed and skeptical.  Why was this guy so interested in you?  You were used to being ignored or alone, so this was new to you.  Hearing the familiar ringing from all directions, you breathe a sigh of relief and collect your stuff.  You quickly leave the classroom, hurrying back to your locker.  You hoped that Sting didn't follow you, but...  "Hey (y/n)!"  You sigh a frustrated sigh.  

        'Why is he so interested in me?!' you groan in your mind, but in reality you turn around with a cold expression.

        "What?" You growl rudely.  Sting was taken back by your coldness, but it only fazed him for a second before he smiled that bright smile.

        "Where are you going next?" he asked.

        "Gym," you say plainly.  You start walking again, but Sting just walks beside you.

        "Whadoya know?  That's my next block too!" he grinned, but you just mentally sigh.

        "Okay.  I'll see you there then," you mutter, obviously not pleased.

        "I can walk you to your locker if you want."  Your eyes widen and you look at him.  When he gave you a wink, you put all the pieces of the puzzle together.  Your blood boiled and you clech your fists.

        "Ahhh, I see, you're a player," you snap.  "Well, no thank you!  I'm not interested so just leave me alone!"  Despite the surprised face on his face, you storm off.  You hated players, hated, hated, hated.  'They're no better than pervs,' you grown in your mind.  'No, correction, they're worse than pervs.'  You angrily slam your locker open and grab your gym clothes.  You then slammed the locker door shut with even more force.  As you stomp your way towards the gym, you can't help but sigh in your head.  'And to think I could've finally found someone who's not like pretty much everyone in high school: a s**t...'  You shake your head, angry that you could think such a thing.  It was pretty clear the moment you started freshman year that that was never going to happen.  You're now a junior, and you've seen nothing that would change your mind about that, but for some reason you have this hope that a certain someone could change that.  'Give it up (y/n), you can't find love.  Love is related to light, so that means you lost that in your life when....'  You were pulled from your thoughts when you bumped into something.  You look up to see the gym door.

        "Hehe, idiot," a girl giggled as she pushed open the door to the gym.  You curse under your breath for not noticing it and open the door yourself.  Your eyes widen when you were met with a pretty impressive view.  A full on basketball course that could easily become a volleyball court or a dodgeball battlefield with large bleachers beside them.  A couple of kids were stretching, getting ready  for the class.  Most of the girls were in groups, probably gossiping about boys or something.  You didn't see Sting yet, so that was good.  You walk towards the bleachers, and that's when people start to notice you.

        "Hey look, it's the new girl," one whispered to the girl you recognized as the one who saw you bump into the door.

        "Yeah, she's probably dumb because I saw her bump into the door," the other girl snickered. And, confirmed.. 

        "LOL, she must be pretty stupid if she can't open a door."  They both laughed at that comment.  You rolled your eyes and continued walking.  Your eyes were on the shiny ground as you walked and heard other people talk about you.

        "OMG, that's the girl who Sting-sama, was talking to," you heard one girl hiss.

        "What?  No way, she looks like such a big d***, he must be attracted to her chest," another one muttered.

        "Yeah, probably," the first one snickered.  The fact that you weren't watching where you were going was probably the reason you bumped into someone.

        "Hey, watch where you're going," a voice that you recognized as another girl's snap.  You didn't answer and continued to walk, but the girl stopped you and forced you to look up at her.  She had black hair done in two loops with her sides braided.  You noticed that she was wearing a lot of eye shadow as she stared at you angrily with her green eyes.

        "I said watch where you're going," she growled again.

        "Sorry," you mutter.  For some reason, her eyes widened and her expression softens as she lets go of you.

        "You should look up to see where you're going," she says in a less harsher tone.  You don't know why she wasn't angry at you anymore.  Usually they were still angry at you, but this girl seemed different than the rest.  You decide to shrugg it off and nod at her in response.  Without saying anything, you walk to the bleachers and sit down there.  To your surprise, the girl sits down next to you.

        "What's your name?" she asks bluntly.  You decide to infer that she's not good at making friends either.

        "(y/n)," you answer.  "You?"

        "Minerva," she replies.  "I heard a lot of things about ya down the hallways."

        "I did too," you say.  "It's funny how people think I'm deaf.  Or is that just another rumor?"

        "Honestly, there have been rumors like that," Minerva chuckled, but it was not a light chuckle like girls usually did.  It was more like a cold one.  At that moment, you decide that this Minerva girl is not like the rest.  You like her already.  "It's pathetic what people will spread about other people."

        "Ditto," you chuckle with the same coldness.  Right at that moment, you both were startled by a name screeching Minerva's.

        "OIIII, MINNERVAAAA!!"