You Go Off to Find Your Shoes and End Up Encountering Someone

There were around thirty minutes before your next class started, so that gave you time to search for the perpetrator behind your missing shoes. Of course, you had one issue, you had no idea where they went. You hadn't been paying attention to your shoes due to them being out of your line of sight, so the timeframe in which they went missing was unknown; they could've been stolen seconds after you had taken them off or in the middle of your conversation with Menna. Whatever the case, your little thief had a head start on you, which meant they could be anywhere in this school. Nonetheless, you still wandered around the halls searching for the one who stole your shoes, though the results of your search turned out to be as fruitless as expected. You currently found yourself near the doors to the main entrance of the school after having scoured the halls of the school and the empty classrooms on each of the floors. If you had to guess, the thief was most likely hiding in a class right now, and you'd prefer not to interrupt a class over some nonsense. Either that or you were blind, because there's no way you could've missed them.

You now had fifteen minutes left and were still miffed over your failure to find whoever had stolen your shoes. Maybe you should turn your attention to finding the other six students; they're all in class right now, but you could probably jump a few of them as they were coming out when the bell rang. You were about to take a step forward and start making your way out of the entrance hall when you noticed movement in the corner of your eye. You turned your head to get a better look and saw a girl outside the glass door, crouching near the bushes in the courtyard with a smile on her face. Had she been there the whole time? It wasn't like she was trying to hide from you, so she probably wasn't the thief, but what the hell was she doing out there? You pushed the door open before pausing; the second you let the door go, it would close, which was an issue since the doors to the school could only be opened from the inside. You dropped your bookbag to the ground and placed it next to the opened door, letting it act as a doorstop.

The girl had blonde hair that was put into a short pigtail on the right side of her head. The blonde girl was wearing a red hoody with a white maple leaf in the center of it; the hood itself had these cat-ear-like protrusions sticking out of it. There were these long straps wrapped around her shoulders that hung loosely off of her, the straps reaching down to her ankles with these large ass buckles at the end. Given that she not only has the symbol of the Canadian flag on her hoody but is also white, that would narrow it down to her being Lillian Hayden given that the rest of the girls on the roster sheet were women of colour and you sure as hell didn't recognize her from anywhere before, especially not with those bright pink eyes. The nails on Lillian's hands were painted, each a different colour. From left pinky to right, the colours followed this order red, blue, yellow, purple, pink, orange, green, white, and black. On her wrist were a bunch of multi-colour crazy bands, though you weren't too sure what shapes they made when removed. She wore a short black skirt that had large splotches of white and green strung around it. Beneath the skirt was a pair of pink cycling shorts that reached her knees, which also had random splotches of colour on them, this time being blue, black, and green. She wore two different types of socks on both her legs, the left one being pure white and reaching up to her calf, and the right one reaching her ankle and being pink with a yellow octopus winking designed into it. Then when it came to her sneakers, her left was a garish mixture of bright pinks, purples, yellows, and neon green while her right was pure white; both sneakers seemed like they were supposed to be Jordans going off the design, but the Nike logo on the side was flipped and reserved while the logo on the tongue was... Geez, she was wearing fake Jordans.

Lillian had either not taken notice of you or was ignoring you, given that she hadn't bothered to look up the bush that she was searching through. Well, either way, you'd take the initiative to introduce yourself. You first cleared your throat to get her attention, but the Canadian didn't so much as bat an eye, continuing to focus on whatever she had been doing when you arrived. Nevertheless, you continued with your introduction. "Hi, you must be Lillian, right? You lose something?" You greeted her, which caused the smile on Lillian's face to be replaced with a frown of disgust as she whipped her head in your direction, contempt filling her eyes.

"You a fucking pervert?" Lillian accused while pointing at you. You stood there for a second or two, staring at her with a deadpan expression. Now how on earth did she jump to that conclusion?

"What do you mean by that?" You asked, both visibly and audibly annoyed.

"Lillian doesn't remember introducing Lillian to you," ...What? "so obviously you're a weirdo who's been stalking Lillian from afar!" Oh no. "Why are you looking at Lillian like that? You pissed that Lillian caught you red-handed, weirdo?!" Oh no, no, no, no! "Can't trick Lillian! Lillian should blow to smithereens just for being in Lillian's presence!" Oh god no! This bitch speaks in the third person!

While listening to Lillian's rant, you placed a hand on top of your head in distress. Oh, dear god, this was going to be a long interaction. "No, I'm not." You rebutted; it wasn't that strong of a defense, but you didn't feel like putting in any effort into contending with a baseless claim. What are you even doing out here? You do know that you were locked-"

"Lillian's business is none of your business!" Lillian cut you off, scorn still present on her face, before turning away from you and going back to dig through the bush. Why the hell is this girl so goddamn pissed off? She was happy prior to talking to you, so maybe she just really hates your presence that much for some reason. Someone really needs to teach her some manners.

Lillian then suddenly stopped digging through the bush and stood up to face you. Her hands were cupped together as if she had something in between them. Hey, want to see something?" The Canadian girl asked with a smile now present on her face, ceasing all aggression that she had previously shown. Before you could respond, Lillian began to approach you... Sliding forward... She must've had heelys on the back of her sneakers or something. The sudden shift in personality creeped you out; you weren't too sure if you should trust this sudden kindness she was showing.

Lillian stopped just in front of you, her hands still cupped together. "Uh, sure?" You blurted out a response, still unsure if you should trust her. Couldn't be that bad; what the worst she could- Your thoughts were interrupted when Lillian uncupped her hands and tossed whatever was in them at you. Whatever it was landed right on your face. It was dark, about the size of your hand, had eight legs, and- Oh that's a Huntsman Spider....THAT'S A HUNTSMAN SPIDER!!!

Panic overtook both your mind and body as you let out a loud screech in terror and backed slightly, smacking your face in order to swipe the arachnid off of you. Sweat ran down your neck as you watched the Huntsman Spider fall down to your sock-clad feet and scurry off back into the bushes. "Wow, you're a fucking pussy." Lillian mocked after witnessing your outburst of terror. "Afraid of Mr. Spider giving you a little kiss?"

You furrowed your brows at the Canadian girl; she was really starting to piss you off. "I'd rather not be bitten by a spider, thank you very much." You grumbled, not being a fan of Lillian's taunt.

"You're a pussy and an idiot? Lillian said kiss, not bite, you shoeless weirdo!" Lillian continued to insult you, causing you to frown even harder.

First she calls you a pervert, then insults your courage and intelligence, all within three minutes of talking with her. It looks like someone is going for a record. "I know the difference-" You began to defend yourself but would be interrupted by Lillian hoping toward you and pressing her lips against yours for a fraction of a second.

"That's a kiss." Lillian clarified after having just performed a demonstration. She had just kissed you. No, you could barely consider that a kiss; it was more of a peck than anything. Still, her action caused a lot of confusion for you. Why the hell would she do something as affectionate as kiss you if she's only known you for three minutes, especially since she's only been rude so far? You could only balk in bewilderment as you stared down at the blonde, who smiled innocently back at you. "This is a bite." Lillian stated before lunging up at you, her teeth bared.

"NOOO!!!!" You shouted, quickly slapping your hand onto her head and pushing her downward, stopping her from sinking her teeth into you. You could've sworn she was aiming for your neck. Pissed beyond any belief, you gripped the blonde by her hair and tilted her head to look up at you. "No!" You repeated, shoving a disapproving finger in her face—an action you'd soon regret once Lillian opened her jaw once more and snapped at your index finger.

"Fuck!" You recoiled in pain, quickly pulling your finger out between Lillian's clenched teeth. You gripped your injured digit; she had bit down hard enough to cause it to bleed. You gritted your teeth through the stinging pain. "What is wrong with you?" You shouted at the short girl, who glared at you in response. There was something seriously wrong in that girl's brain.

"What's wrong with you?" Lillian shouted, echoing your exact question. Your mouth fell open just ever so slightly. What's wrong with you? Absolutely fucking nothing; maybe you're just weird in her messed-up mind. You're the cute loser type; Lillian bets you're going to kill yourself in a single-room apartment by the age of forty-three because you're all alone!" Lillian taunted before bursting into hysterical laughter at her own insult.

....

WHO FUCK SAYS THAT TO SOMEONE?!?!??!?!

Everything about this girl was dumbfounding, and you still didn't know why she was out here in the first place. Whatever the case, you weren't going to just let yourself be a punching bag for her extremely rude comments. "Yeah, well, your shoes are ugly." You lamely insulted in an attempt to get a lick back.

The pupils in Lillian's pink eyes expanded in rage. Despite throwing a rather weak insult at her, it seemed as if it struck a nerve pretty badly. Standing on her toes to meet you face-to-face, the Canadian girl clenched both her fists, bringing them up to her chest. "You want Lillian to kill you dead?" Lillian threatened.

Kill you dead? Well, isn't that a bit redundant? Ignoring that, this girl seemed to be a bit too overconfident for her own good; you weren't the most athletic, but you'd bet a pretty good sum of money that you'd be able to take her in a fight; the two of you were in two different weight classes from what you could tell. There's also the fact that, while extremely annoying, Lillian was far from threatening.

You stared down at the blonde, unamused, as she struggled to keep her balance standing on the tips of her toes. "Yeah sure." You sarcastically responded back to the threat, which caused Lillian's face to light up with excitement.

"Yay! Lillian is a gonna blow you smithereens." The blonde announced with glee before whipping her body around, accidentally smacking your neck with her pigtail. Lillian then performed what looked like an invisible game of hopscotch, switching from hopping on one foot to both feet with every advancement. "Lillian's. Mother. Died. Of. Cancer. When. She. Was. Fourteen. Whoo!" Lillian sang something purely nonsensical in the beat of each step she took, doing this all the way till she reached one of the blue benches in the courtyard. On the bench was what you could only guess was her bang, given its garish colour scheme and the presence of the same octopus that could be found on her right sock. Your suspicions would be confirmed by Lillian grabbing the bag and heaving it to the brick floor below; the bookbag let out a loud metallic ring upon being slammed into the ground. Your neck moved forward slightly while you arched an eyebrow hearing the sound the bag made, your confusion only increasing while watching Lillian unzip the bag and reach an arm into it, metallic rattling sounding out from it as Lillian moved her arm throughout the bookbag with a look of glee on her face.

After a few seconds, the Canadian girl suddenly stopped digging through her bag and pulled her arm out; there was nothing in her hand. A frown appeared on Lillian's face as she crossed her arms. "Wait, the others told Lillian not to cause trouble," Lillian began murmuring to herself loud enough for you to hear. "But Lillian really wants to blow this weirdo up." Lillian whined, moving her hands from her chest to her head. Resting her knuckles on the sides of her head, Lillian began to sway her torso side-to-side. "Ah, what does Lillian do?" The sway began to speed up the more Lillian thought about what she'd do.

Well, you're not sticking around to see what her decision is. You'd leave her to her conundrum, turning to face the ...closed door. The entrance door had been closed, meaning you were now locked out with Lillian. This should've been impossible since you had used your bookbag to keep it open. You looked at the ground in front of the door, both inside and outside; your bag was missing, the only thing visible being a sticky note on the ground. You walked over and picked up the note from the ground.

What a fucking duck-cucker! You clenched your hand into a fist, crushing the sticky note in your hand. That bastard had now stolen your backpack, you'd have to go shoeless and bagless for the rest of the day if you didn't catch them. Great, now you had to wait for a staff member or, if you were luckier, a student to open the entrance door for you. You stood there, tapping your foot impatiently for a few seconds, before glancing over to Lillian, who was still in deep thought and murmuring to herself. On second thought, you'd try your luck with another entrance.