Respond dismissively

Iris looked up at the handsome young man, she couldn’t help but picture the child that used to torment her. “Yeah, that’s you alright.” She spoke softly to herself as her fingers balled up in a fist. Did he really not remember her? She continued this line of thought before the anger left her leaving the young women feeling empty.

“No one.” Iris answered in a dismissive tone before she **** herself from the ground and back onto her feet, slowly noticing the audience that had gathered around them. She quickly grew panicked and froze completely, until a whiny yet direct voice broke her out it.

“Are you that much of an asshole that you couldn’t go through the first day without threatening someone?” A quirky looking boy stepped in-between the two of them, it felt strange being protected by another person, the sensation was too foreign it made her shiver. However, the girl couldn’t help but wonder as she looked from the boy’s disordered uniform to his short red hair a mess on top of his head and lastly his untamed green eyes.

“Threatening? You always come to the wrong conclusions, little brother.” The taller of the two boys dropped his hand on the other’s head and ruffled their hair as a patronizing gesture.

As Iris slowly begun to figure out who he was a young woman emerged from the sea of white school uniforms and slipped her arms around Victor’s. “Victor you’ll be late if you choose to converse … oh, I see you’ve found him. Good morning Arthur.”