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[i]Silence. Awkward silence.[/i] The ash blonde girl waited... waited for Beryl's response. Did they think she was an incompetent student? This is why she should have just kept it to herself... a failure. She would never please her fathers or the headmaster or anyone for that matter. Why couldn't she do stupid equations?! Why did numbers make her head spin... wait, no, her head was actually a little lightheaded. Shaking her head to brush the dizziness away, her sea green stare desperately looked at the student before her. Waiting. Most people would think something was wrong with themselves if they felt faint, Gigi, on the other hand, didn't think anything of it. 

"[color=00aeef]O-okay. I'll help you.[/color]" Beryl whispered. After he pulled her upright and gazed straight into her ocean eyes, "[color=00aeef]B-but, you have to do e-exactly as I say. A-alright?"[/color] Her sinking heart went a flutter. YES, the answer was YES! Glorious light! There was hope! 

As he fidgeted with his hands, Genevieve gave him the most precious, heartwarming smile she's ever given anyway in awhile, "[color=mediumseagreen]Thank you so much, Beryl![/color]" Only because it felt right in this moment, she went in to embrace him tightly. If he hadn't known her scent now, he would surely smell the sweet and delicate sweet pea perfume she wore today, and everyday. She rested her head on the flat-chest of the student she had asked for help (thinking nothing of it) and whispered back, "[color=mediumseagreen]I'll do whatever you ask... this means so much to me.[/color]" After a long moment, she pulled away and wiped the little tears in her eyes, "[color=mediumseagreen]Oh man, I was freaking out.[/color]" After she said that, Gigi went for her binder once more and scribbled her cellphone number on a piece of paper. Placing her binder back into her bag, the girl stood up and handed Beryl her digits, "[color=mediumseagreen]Text me so I can save your number! Then we can discuss meet up times~[/color]" Adorably sticking out her tongue at him/her, she then looked at the time on her green, butterfly [url=http://shopping.mywannado.com/image/data/filmyshop/b/btfgreen1_1430151897.jpg]wrist watch[/url] her papa Virgil gave to her last Christmas. 

"[color=mediumseagreen]We better get going! We don't want to make Mrs. Castro anymore worried.[/color]" And with that, she picked up her backpack and the two of them strolled back to class, though Gigi probably should have gotten a drink of water. Her skin was paler than usual. The walk, for the most part, stood silent. Having gone through a roller coaster of emotions, the baker girl thought it was nice to walk with someone in peaceful silence. A friend. She made a new friend. Not wanting to only see Beryl just for help, the girl thought of possible ways to repay him/her and possible hangouts places they could go to. Maybe she could bring her Melon Drop along too.

Stopping in her tracks, Gigi watched Darian storm out of the classroom, taking a left to the side door exit (they were on the right side of the door). The expression on Darian's face struck the sweetheart's soul and she thought back to a moment she shared with the Headmaster:
[indent] [i]"[color=f9ad81]I don't think you realize your influence on your peers, Ms. Young. There's a student that I'd like you to get to know... I'm worried Ms. Green is 'walking on fire'. Why don't you try to become her friend? I know that's a challenge in itself, but your worried father has told me a lot about you and I have faith in your resilience.[/color]"[/i][/indent] Most people didn't realize the pressures Gigi had, especially since her father, James, and the Headmaster were on close friend basis. The Headmaster calls her to his office every so often and usually asks for the 'inside scoop' in a round about way. Clenching her hand, the young girl brought it to her chest as she watched the dark-skinned girl with long bleach hair walk away. 

[center]([i][color=mediumseagreen]Lets debate our options: 
Go to class, don't get in trouble, enjoy the rest of my day...

Tag-along wherever Darian is going... try to get close to her...

Go to class... like I always do... and see whose our class reps...

Chase after Darian... see what's wrong with her...[/color][/i])[/center]

Taking a deep breath, Gigi came to a decision, "[color=mediumseagreen]Beryl... can you give an excuse for me? I don't care if you lie or tell the truth I just need to do this...[/color]" There was no point in second guessing herself or regretting her decision, her heart had decided and even though she had no idea that her sleep deprivation and lack of substance was catching up with her, this was her choice. 

Sprinting away from Beryl and toward the dangerous woman that scared everyone, Gigi watched as Darian left out the side door. Charging out of the door, with no winter coat, no snowboots, and very much out of breath, the petite student went sliding on the ice. Quickly, she grabbed a hold of the railing before she busted her ass.

"[color=mediumseagreen]D-Dar...Darian[/color]" She tried to catch her breath. It was freezing outside! Her cheeks immediately flushed, "[color=mediumseagreen]Can...Can I...[/color]" Standing straight but still very much holding onto the railing, she turned to the much taller student and gave her a reassuring gaze that showed she didn't want to leave her alone. Gaining her composure, Genevieve asked, "[color=mediumseagreen]Spend time with you?[/color]"

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