Tick-tock. Tick-tock. The mind-numbing Spanish class was taking a toll on Sydney. She was questioning why she even elected to take the class her freshman year. The first couple years weren't too bad, but as the class increased in level the teachers just got worse and worse. "Take Spanish, easiest class ever." Her siblings said, "You could just fall asleep and still get an A." But no, that wasn't the case. Sydney was working her ass off to maintain an A in this godforsaken class. Apparently the teacher before the one the current one decided to retire right before Sydney came along. Now there was this younger teacher, who decided that the way the previous teacher did things were rather inadequate (but it actually was).
The miserable girl took a lock of her hair and played with it for just a little bit as the teacher was busy lecturing the class about something that was covered in the previous course. There wasn't any point in trying to pay attention to this, it was just review. Her twin sister had it easier, opting to take French. In fact, the vast majority of the classes Sydney and her sister took were influenced by her older siblings, who had also attended the school. The Rossi family had made their mark at this very school, starting with the eldest of the eight kids. It was always a pain the ass to keep the Rossi name as an honorable one, but in the very end all members did a great job at making sure the Rossi family were good people.
When Sydney was seconds away from planting her head onto her desk, the sweetest sound that any student could hear had finally bellowed throughout the school. Class was over and Sydney was quick to pack her stuff into her
backpack and hauling ass out of the classroom. One of her friends, Amy, had arranged for them to meet-up somewhere to just hang out. Sydney didn't have a problem with Amy, she was a great person and she really did enjoy her company. The brunette walked out, her phone in her hand and texting her buddy Amy to see where exactly she was. She had replied to meet up in front of where their lockers were located. Sydney had made her way there, walking along and replying to the other texts she had accumulated when she was in class. She had finally made it in front of the gold-colored lockers, and there she was, her friend Amy.
"Hey girl!" Sydney beamed.
"Hey!" Amy replied back, before grabbing Sydney's arm and pulling her somewhere, "C'mon, let's go!"
Sydney was only pulled by her buddy towards her usual hangout spot. Truth be told, Sydney didn't know where exactly Amy hung out even though she'd known her since Freshman year. Sydney was rather curious. Amy had let go of the girl's arm which was good, allowing her to adjust her red and white checkered button-up. Before she knew it she was headed towards the back of the school, which wasn't an area that Sydney had been around that often.
As they arrived, the first thing Sydney saw was the girl parked on the bench wearing the muscle shirt. How her hair complimented her face really intrigued Sydney. She hung back as Amy greeted the girl, quickly finding out the girl was named Quinn. The two conversed as Sydney awkwardly stood behind Amy, her hands by the sides of her white short-shorts. Finally, Sydney was introduced to Amy's other friend, Quinn. She smiled and waved, before listening to the two conversing momentarily.
Sydney took a seat at the table, and right on cue Quinn's hand shot across the table. Sydney looked at it for a brief second, looking confused before she remembered what she was supposed to do. She put out her right hand and shook Quinn's hand, which felt rather delicate underneath Sydney's comparatively giant hand. Sydney plopped back in her seat and pulled out her lunch, a pesto chicken sandwich with Swiss cheese, and began snacking on it before Amy put her hands up to her head.
"Oh shoot! I forgot something! I'll be right back!" The girl darted off to god-knows-where, leaving Quinn and Sydney alone. The sheer awkwardness was prompting Sydney to actually start a conversation. She chuckled sheepishly, swallowing her food.
"So, Quinn, tell me a little about yourself. How'd you come to meet Amy?"