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Renata is mistaken for a boy all the time now.
Obviously, it never happened before, but now that she and her brothers were tossed into the human world, she was still being mistaken for a boy.
She doesn't mind, really- she's the only girl out of she and her brothers, but she was probably the most boyish out of all of them. But it's today that it finally starts to crack her a bit- because of one damn teacher that refuses to call her by her first name.
"Hamato?" Mr. Graoli, her algebra teacher, calls during roll, and finally Renata doesn't just say "here."
"It's Renata." She snaps, crossing her arms. "My name isn't Hamato. It's Renata. Stop calling me by my last name. You call everyone else by their first name but not me."
Mr. Graoli rolls his eyes and just checks off Renata on the attendance list without another word, and she wants to hop out of her seat and shake him by his shirt collar. From what she's heard, he's had a history of having... strange opinions on the gender of students, to say the least.
In the middle of class, he lets the students talk to the people next to them to work on the worksheet he'd passed out. Renata turns, but it's taken aback by seeing a kid she'd never seen before instead of the boy who actually sits next to her, Liam.
"When did you get here?" She asks bluntly, glancing around the room and seeing Liam in the back.
"Had to move cuz I wouldn't stop talking." The kid rolls his (her?) eyes and looks at Renata's paper to see if she'd written anything down yet. "So Graoli calls you by your last name too, huh?"
"Uh. Yeah." She replies awkwardly and scribbles down her name on her own paper.
"He calls me Jones instead of Casey. Or even Cassandra." The girl scribbles down "Casey" on the top of her paper, and sighs in annoyance and she writes below it, in parenthesis, "Cassandra Jones."
Casey finally looks at Renata and Renata can feel her face heat up. Casey is pretty, not in a "girly" way, but she just looked wonderfully asymmetrical, if that made sense. It was endearing. Her face was littered with freckles, but it was much heavier on the left side of her face and her forehead. She had a mole next to her right eye and was missing her right canine.
"Uhm, I'm Renata. Or Ren." Renata stammers, tearing her eyes away from Casey to write down the date.
Casey giggles. "Yeah, I know. You said so in front of the whole class."
Renata's face burns and she doesn't know if it's because of Casey's laugh or out of embarrassment of repeating herself. "Oh." is all she manages to cough out as Casey scoots her chair closer to look over Renata's shoulder.
As they both start working on the first problem, Casey says, "Nice NY Rangers hoodie. You like hockey?"
Renata has to look down to the front of her hoodie and remembers that it has the New York Rangers logo on the front and back. "Oh. I got this at the thrift store cuz it was a nice hoodie. I don't, uh, watch hockey."
Casey clicks her tongue. "Shame. I'm totally gonna be on that team one day."
Renata snickers. "Really?"
"Yeah. I'm the star player on my team," She boasts proudly. "Well, I am if you don't count Jackson. That guy cheats in every practice game and sabotages the rest of the team but he's the coach's nephew so of course he gets away with it and he always gets the most praise for 'getting all the shots' even though he wouldn't get them if it weren't for me passing him the puck cuz he can't steal the puck for the life of him, and I literally get most of the shots, and-"
Renata gets lost halfway through Casey's angry rant about this guy because she was too busy staring at the way Casey's hair hanging down in front of her black-and-white bandana frames her face. Renata was never romantic and cheesy and head-over-heels like Leo was with April, but a girl can admire stuff like that every once in a while, okay?
As Casey is gesturing with her hands angrily as she keeps talking, something about another annoying teammate now, her black jacket slips down from her shoulders, and Renata can see her toned shoulders also scattered with freckles, and she gulps nervously as she can feel blood rush to her face again.
"-ata? Hey, spacecase?" Casey's voice cuts through her thoughts and she's snapping her fingers in front of her face. Renata flinches back and Casey cackles. It's not a pretty thing, the opposite, actually, but it's so oddly endearing (just like everything else about Casey) that Renata can feel her heart flutter. "Do you have the answer to number two yet?"
"Uhm-" Renata sputters. "Uh. No."
Casey snorts. "Don't worry. I do."
Renata didn't get much work done that day, no matter how much Casey tried to help her out.