Film class

Angel glances at the schedule she was handed in homeroom, her eyes briefly skimming the neatly printed rows. "Film class," she replies, her tone clipped, as if she's trying not to show any excitement.

"Nice, that’s where I’m headed too," you say, feeling a flicker of anticipation at the coincidence. As you both make your way through the bustling hallways, you catch yourself stealing glances at Angel. She seems more relaxed now, though she’s doing her best to keep her usual tough demeanor.

When you reach the film classroom, the atmosphere shifts. The room is dimly lit, walls covered with posters of classic movies, and the familiar smell of old film reels fills the air. The seats are arranged in a semi-circle around a large screen, giving the room a cozy, almost nostalgic feel.

Angel stops at the doorway, her eyes narrowing slightly as she scans the room. For a moment, she seems to hesitate, her hand tightening around the strap of her bag. You watch her, curious about what’s going on behind that guarded expression.

"Something wrong?" you ask, keeping your tone light, though you’re genuinely interested.

She shoots you a quick glare, her cheeks tinged with the faintest blush. "No, nothing’s wrong," she snaps, though her voice wavers just enough to betray her. "It’s just… this place is kinda lame. Reminds me of a theater back home, that’s all."

You raise an eyebrow, sensing there’s more to it than she’s letting on. "Did you used to go there a lot?"

Angel huffs, crossing her arms defensively. "Not like it’s any of your business, but yeah, I went there. Alone. And no, I didn’t need anyone to come with me."

You nod, hiding a smile at her defiance. "Sounds like you really enjoyed it."

Her eyes flash, but then she looks away, her tough facade cracking just a bit. "Maybe… until it stopped being fun," she mutters, almost too quietly for you to hear.

Before you can ask more, she straightens up, the moment of vulnerability gone in an instant. "Whatever, let’s just get to class," she says, brushing past you as she strides into the room.

You follow her inside, taking a seat beside her as the other students settle in. You can't help but wonder what memories Angel is keeping so fiercely guarded behind that tough exterior.