Laursen - Part 2

Present...

"Fuck you, Romanov, you won't get the rehearsal room!"

It happened again and by now it was nothing new to anyone. Daniel Romanov and Sheryl Débuchy were notorious at their college for their quarrels. They were like Tiger and Dragon: always fighting like they were in an endless circle of hatred. No one knows why they couldn't stand each other and by now no one cared about the reason. Everything had started by putting them in the same class. Almost like love at first sight just in the opposite direction. You could say it was hatred at first sight, as if Daniel and Sheryl were destined to fight against each other. Weirdly no one intended to do something about the daily tension and neither of them wanted to change class. Because doing so would be like admitting to be defeated and both rather would stab themselves than see the other win. Anyways, fact was whenever Daniel provoked Sheryl, everything ended in shouting and offending the other one.

"Missy, the principal gave us the permission to have a club room and because you music freaks have a spare one, he gave us the room, which you guys never use," Daniel, the tall, weedy Belarusian who looked ill all the time, was always calm and collected when they were arguing. His counterpart on the other hand was burning like wildfire, almost exploding. Sheryl really wanted to beat him up to unconsciousness just to whip his arrogance out of his face. But doing so would ruin her reputation and she didn't want to risk anything that would bring shame upon her. She was a girl and a great student after all.

"Stop calling me Missy and whatever the head had said, you'll get the room only over my dead body," she hissed like a dangerous snake ready to bite. She hated to be called Missy because it sounded spoilt and she wasn't like that at all. At least Sheryl thought that she didn't behave like a spoilt child.

"I can do whatever pleases me and you, Missy, are the last person in the world who can tell me what I can do and what not."

An unbearable tension was building up and the two of them were ready to kill each other. Students were avoiding them, because no one wanted to be involved in that encounter. Fortunately the bell rang and the tension suddenly dropped.

"Alexis will talk to you and then you have to hand that fucking key out."

"Like I said, only over my dead body, Romanov."

Showing each other their back, the two of them took separated ways back to their classroom. Sheryl was mad as hell, so she didn't see the tall blonde guy whose face should be more than familiar to her. She simply ignored him.

Hearing Sheryl and Daniel arguing again made Lauri kind of sad. What was the point of all that? Okay, the orchestra was a prestige investment of the college and the principal is very proud of their performances but it didn't mean that the members could do whatever they wanted. At the moment Sheryl was behaving like a bitch, so it was a feast for people like Daniel to pick on her. She deserved to be called Missy. On the other hand, Lauri knew that Sheryl could be different but where was the Sheryl Débuchy he knew from Middle School? He wanted to talk to her, laugh with her like back then, be the friend who would always support her. 

The bell rang and the notorious two parted. Sheryl was upset and was walking straight in Lauri's direction. The blonde Finn's heart was racing like hell. What should he say? Was it even wise to say something when she was upset like that?

"Whatever," Lauri thought, but when he was about to greet her, Sheryl just passed her friend from Middle school. Did she even look at him?

"Chère!" Lauri called her and she stopped. He used to call her Chère back then because she was very dear to him. The Finn remembered Sheryl had been blushing and smiling by hearing that nickname. Would she remember him? For a short moment there was a spark of hope for Lauri but it was instantly crushed. Sheryl turned around, her angry look was piercing him like daggers, telling him to run for his life if he wanted to live.

"What do you want from me?"

"Chère, you don't remember me?"

"Don't call me ever again! My name is not Chère!" without looking back, Sheryl walked away. Lauri was confused but at the same time he kind of expected that outburst. What happened to his dear Sheryl?