You are Julius. The one you chose is Amethyst, she isn't the nicest person you know.

Julius decided to ask Amethyst before class started when he woke up since they didn't have many classes in common.¨

As he walked through the gates of Tajik Academy, he couldn't help reminisce about what happened on that day. His eyes were practically screwed shut by that point because of the pain. When he chose the person it wasn't the first person he saw, but more like the first person, he thought of. That it was Amethyst made a lot of sense when one considered the fact that she was the most notable person in the classes they had together.

Amethyst would always come late to every class by thirty minutes and it wasn't that she was occupied with anything. He could sometimes see her outside the window and she would just sit there with a book or she would sleep. The teachers tried to convince her not to this, but their attempt had gotten rarer as time went on.

When it came to how she was as a person then he wouldn't know what to say since they had barely talked to each other. He knows that she was not the most talkative person from observation and when she talked it would always be blunt, short and a couple of insults thrown in. Mix in glares that would make you think that she was seconds away from an attempt to hurt you and some of the rumours that would circulate about her, Julius didn't have the best opinion about her.

By the time he reached the spot that she would most likely be in, a small garden behind the school in the small forest, he had started to have second thoughts. It was possible she had no idea what it was and he would have invited her ire for no reason.

He looked towards the exit and any second thoughts he had were blown away as the person in question had just walked through the only entrance.

Amethyst was a little on the short side at five feet tall with short black hair with purple highlights that reached down to her shoulders. She didn't wear most of the schools uniform, a white tank top and tall boots instead of the uniform standard. The jacket and the pants were the only thing she wore that belonged to the uniform and they were cut up to the point that was more like shorts than actual pants. The jacket was tied around her waist. She looked at him with scorn and brown eyes set in a familiar glare.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" She almost growled

It made him uncertain how he was supposed to bring up his problem when she was already this mad.