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"Your parents weren't very creative when naming you."

The school's president looks up from his work, golden eyes confused. "Excuse me?"

"You know, they could have named you Golden or something. Seems more happy than Silver. If you're gonna name your kid after a color, at least have the courtesy to make it a fun color."

"Silver isn't so bad," He says.

"Rainbow seems way better."

"I'm sorry," Silver squints at me. "Do I know you? Oh, wait. I do know you. The new girl. Amy Rose."

"The one and only!" I smile sarcastically. I'm done repeating that I'm not new.

"June 22nd, 1997. Blood type A. You live in the south side with your 're allergic to blueberries."

I'm shocked, but I keep my smile. "How do you know so – "

"I've read your school record. I volunteer in the office." He continues reading his paperwork.

"Ah. Right. That makes less creepy sense!"

"Is there something I can do for you?" He grins, locking eyes with mine, and it's then I'm subjected to his fabled stare. He doesn't move his gaze in the slightest, boring a hole deep into my head. I look away, but when I look back he's still staring with that same pleasant smile on his face. I clear my throat.

"As you know, I'm at casual war with Sonic T. –"

"Yes, it's hard to go anywhere without hearing about the newest tantrum you two collectively pull."

"Yeah, well since you're president you know everyone. Like, everyone."

"I make it a point to speak with everyone on campus. I enjoy being on amiable terms with many people."

"So that's a yes?"

"Yes. I know everyone. And if I don't know them, such as in your case, I hope to soon."

His smile brightens, but it only creeps me out more.

"Right," I say slowly. "So anyway, I'm betting you're the only guy who knows Sonic."

Silver laughs. "'Know' Sonic? Sure. I know him. As much as anyone can. He's like a wolf – he comes and goes and doesn't really give you any explanation about anything. But sometimes, just sometimes, he'll visit you in the dead of the night. If you're looking for information about him, I'm afraid I can't help you. I'm a little busy."

Silver pulls out a folder and inspects it like it's a precious gem. He hands it to a lady working with him.

"It's about the parade. Send it to the principle." Silver turns back to me, and I make a low whistle.

"That's a hell of a metaphor, prez. Personally, I'd liken Sonic more to a limbless, ooze-leaking amoeba, but wolf works too."

"My name is Silver," He says sternly.

I shrug. "Whatever. You're still a prez."

"You are like him." Silver laughs, and stands. He starts walking to a closet, and I quickly follow.

"Like who?"

"Sonic. You two have the same eye for detail. The same eye for delving into what people are all about."

I scoff, but Silver merely shakes his head.

"He already came to see me. About you. That just further proves you two think alike – except you might be the slower one."

I shoot him a withering look, but he just smiles.

"I didn't tell him much. If you want to know about him, I can only tell you a few things. There's a lot I don't know."

"Does he live in a two story house?" I immediately ask.

"What?"

"Or one story?"

"Two story house."

"Two story house," I repeat quietly. "Does he have a good communication with his family?"

"I'm not sure. To be honest, he hasn't told me much about them. He doesn't like talking about them. I his mom died – it happened when he was in middle school."

My heart sinks for absolutely no reason. I pull it back up by the ventricles. Now is no time to be feeling sorry for the enemy, heart! Get it together! Extremely together! Get it together so well you fuse!

"Dead mom. Got it." I frown sadly. "Anything else?"

"He lives with his dad in the east side."

"That's that part with smaller houses, isn't it?"

"Yeah, real lonely."

"What does his dad do?"

"Work from home, I believe."

"So what did you tell him about me?"

"I told him about Dexter."

I flinch so hard I jolt into the desk behind me. A pile of papers shake, and come crashing down. I bite back a swear and hurriedly help them clean up my mess. When the papers are back on the table, Silver sighs.

"My cousin is kind of a cruel little shit. I can understand why his name affects you like that."

"He's –" I swallow what feels like the entire contents of a staple box. "He's your –"

"Cousin," Silver confirms. "I don't know if you've been told, but it's a very small world."

"Microscopic," I laugh nervously, but no part of me feels happy. Dexter is closer than I thought. No – it's not him. Calm down. It's just a relation of his. He's not here, and he won't ever be. Hopefully. I mentally make a note to search for the closest cliff to dive off of just in case.

"I don't know the full story between you and my cousin, but he's said you and he were involved at some point."

"Yeah. Involved. That's hilarious."

"Are you okay? You look green."

"I'm – I'm fine." I put a hand on my stomach to steady it and send it a memo.

Silver checks off something on a clipboard, eyes burrowing into me all the while. "Anything else I can help you with?"

"Nope. Cool. Thanks again, prez!"

He flinches at the nickname as I wave and walk off, my mind brewing with a fantastic, ultra-cool, surefire plan.

Sonic has had it rough. No wonder he's such a dick.

x.X.x

I'm halfway to Mrs. Rabbit's class when I see him.

Sonic's talking with Principal Sue – a young echidna with an amazing body. Next to tall, effortless Sonic, Sue looks like a little bumbling robot. They can't see me, but I can hear both of them perfectly.

"With your qualifications you can get into the top schools in Mobius. You've gotten the highest SAT scores in the whole school. Heck, the whole school district. Don't let this opportunity slip from your hands, Sonic. I know you'll be able to go places. At least try to apply to them."

"I understand, Mrs. Sue. But I've made up my mind." Sonic's eyes remain cold, but for a second I think I see a flash of hot anger run through them. He tames it quickly, his voice even and purposefully pleasant – the kind of pleasant you reserve for grown-ups you want to get off your back.

"Sonic, don't do this. What if-" Sonic spots me over Sues' shoulder and freezes.

"Excuse me for interrupting, Mrs. Sue. My friend is waiting for me." He says, and to my utter surprise he walks over to me. He stuffs his hands into his jean pockets and sights, "Hey."

"You're back." I say, quizzically as I stare at his cheek.

No bruise.

"It's gone already?" I ask, touching his cheek with my hand and he hisses and pulls away.

"Make up." he says.

I smile. "Whoa, Sonic. I didn't know you were a drag queen."

Shockingly, he grins and say, "Very funny." Then frowns and pulls a stand of my quills out of my face making me blush and he watched me as he pulls away. "I want you to fuck off." he snaps suddenly.

My eyes widen. "Ha! Me? What about you? I heard you asked about me!"

It's his turn to widen his eyes. "Who told you that?"

I smile innocently and wink playfully. "I don't kiss and tell."

Sonic huffs and rolls his eyes. "Back to the point. I'm serious. Back off."

I watch him closely before speaking. "What are you not telling me?"

He's silent for a moment before looking away. "Look, I'm just not interested in stupid friendship. Okay?"

I shake my head at his bipolar attitude and rip out a piece of paper from my notebook and pull out a pen from my bag, ignoring his perplexed expression and scribble my number on to it and hand it over.

He takes it and frowns then glares at me. "You're not my type."

I blush and wave my hands wildly. "No! I'm giving it to you for if you ever need anything." I relax and smile. "I'm here for you. Remember?"

Sonic looks at me like I'm some math problem before looking away with a cold flare and walking past me. I turn and watch him leave just in time to see him drop my number in the trash and some kid throw in some yucky hamburger.

What a dick.

Okay, I've been kinda missing this story so I posted this so soon but I'm so excited for the next chapter where you'll all find out Sonic's secret! But first I'm curious as to what you all think his secret is. So what do you all think he's hiding? Why is he pushing Amy away, not applying for college, and keeping himself so shut off from the world?