'Gods do you two really think I'm lying?' Hazel asked, shoulders slumped. Zara and I both gave our gold eyed friend a look. Don't attack me yet, I mean, it's rather hard to believe that Hazel Levesque, our friend who was a freshman, is dating a Chinese senior who was from Canada.

And I also didn't believe Hazel as I've never seen this boyfriend of hers walk around school or say hello to Hazel, and considering he was apparently at Queens High School. . .It's hard to believe.

Zara sighed, taking a bite of her vegetarian burger. 'Relax Hazel, I mean, sure, we believe you. But. . .It does seem far-fetched, doesn't it? I mean, a Chinese-Canadian boyfriend who is a senior at this school when I've never seen a single boy approach you if not to ask you out.' At this Hazel hesitated.

'I guess it does seem rather unbelievable. . .Well that's fine. Anyways, class is starting soon, so let's go.'

Zara, Hazel, and I all had Greek/Latin after lunch, so we made our way over to Mr Blofis' classroom.

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'Good afternoon girls.' Mr Blofis said, eyes not straying from the documents on his desk. Hazel leaned over, trying to read the words. 'What are you doing Mr Blofis?' She asked, eyebrows scrunched together. The teacher glanced up, smiling at Hazel.

'Hazel, good afternoon,' Mr Blofis said, a friendly smile on his face. 'I'm trying to translate this for next week's class, but I don't know how to pronounce this word.' Hazel glanced at the word the teacher pointed at, smiling.

Hazel pointed at the pronunciation beside the word, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. 'The pronunciation is incorrect Mr Blofis, it's pronounced 'Bo-num ma-ne.'' Mr Blofis smiled in thanks, 'Thanks for that Hazel,' My gold eyed friend grinned, 'No problem, send Percy my congratulations on passing his Biology test.' The teacher chuckled, 'Will do, say hi to Frank for me.'

A few minutes later, Hazel came over to Zara and I, sitting down in her seat and opening her novel to the middle, beginning to read. I rolled my eyes, 'Hazel, are you doing something with the teacher? I mean, that's way to close for a teacher-student relationship.' Zara commented, and Hazel gave her a disgusted look.

'Okay Zara, one, that's revolting. And two, I have a boyfriend, thank you very much.' Hazel said, fanning herself in that cute old-fashioned way. And in case you were wondering, yes, I'm lesbian. But that does not mean I have a crush on my friend!

Zara rolled her eyes, I swear, if the blond was a demigod, she would be a daughter of Aphrodite. 'Oh, speaking of your boyfriend, tell us more about him, and is he going to the dance this Friday with you?' Hazel sighed, checking the clock. There was another ten minutes until class started, which was more than enough time for her to tell us about her mystery boyfriend. I leaned in, curious to hear what our little Levesque had to say.

'Well, his name is Frank Zhang. Frank and I started dating when I was thirteen, which was last year. I met him from my summer camp, and I don't know if his going to the dance with me. Frank has some. . .Work to do.' I grinned, 'What will you be wearing? I mean, the theme is throwback to the 40s, hard pick.

At my comment Hazel grinned, 'You'll see.'

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It was the night of the dance, I had went with Zara, who if you didn't know, is my girlfriend. 'When do you think Hazel will show? I really want to see her outfit. 'You'll see' isn't exactly an answer.' I chuckled, know Zara, she only wanted to know if Hazel's outfit was better than hers. And frankly, it kind of was.

A few songs later, Hazel entered the school gymnasium, wearing a gorgeous 1940s style emerald green swing dress with a bow collar. She had her wavy hair done in a low bun, a thick strand of hair curled to sit in a perfect wave. She wore vintage black heels that looked similar to a pair of Marilyn Monroe's. She also had a fancy looking gold bracelet that matched her eyes and green leave charms on the bracelet that matched her dress. Hazel also wore a bare minimum of eye makeup to really look like she was from the 40s.

Zara and I exchanged wide eyes, before hurrying to Hazel. 'Okay, that dress is by far the most realistic I've seen tonight. It looks right out of the 40s!' I said, and there was a mischievous glint in Hazel's eyes. 'Let's just say I pulled it from the attic.' I rolled my eyes, as if you could own a dress from the 40s.

'You look great tonight Hazel.'

Hazel somehow spun around in her dress like a dancer, and a smile grew on her face. 'Frank, I thought you couldn't make it because of some. . .Damage control?' Hazel asked, and the boy who was apparently Frank, grinned. 'Yeah, we got it under control. Reyna said she could handle it for tonight, and I could take her shift next Monday in exchange for tonight.'

Hazel smiled, she had never looked happier. Our gold eyed friend gave Frank a quick peck on the lips, a grin on her face. 'You look great, by the way.' I glanced at what the senior was wearing, and he indeed looked great.

Frank wore a dress shirt and suit with no tie or bow, he had a walking cane that I see people use in movies, and a top hat.

The boy grinned back at Hazel, 'Not as good as you looked on the Argo II.' Hazel rolled her eyes, raising an eyebrow. 'Yeah, I'm never going on a boat ever again.' Frank laughed at that.

'Well then, shall we, Lady Levesque?' Frank asked all formal, hand out. Hazel's smile faded as she placed her hand on Frank's. 'We shall, Sir Zhang.' Hazel said, the two bursted out laughing as they walked out onto the dance floor. I glanced at Zara, who was grinning like a maniac.

'So. . .' I trailed off, a grin on my face. 'Should we join them?'

Zara laughed, giving me a kiss before she pulled back. 'You're cute, but I can't dance.' I rolled my eyes, 'Nonsense Zara, you just need a great instructor, and thankfully, you do.' I say, pulling my girlfriend onto the dance floor, where she began stepping from one foot to the other to emphasize how bad she was.

I laughed at her antics. 'Oh gods Zara you're such a hopeless idiot.' The girl raised an eyebrow, before kissing me on the lips yet again.

'Yes I am, but I'm your hopeless idiot.' And it was my turn to smile like a maniac.