Okay, few minutes after midnight but Grimmjow this is for our birthdays. Just a short little snippet of the sequel to Homeless Trash. (And if you noticed I waited for fifty reviews before I decided to publish this, and the sequel has always existed, I'm just evil and didn't give it to you until I got those reviews.)Um, Mental Cuts is temporarily on hold because I wrote myself in a circle and I'm not quite sure how to fix it. Oops...
Anyway, pronunciation guide: Takeo (ta-kay-oh), Asai (ah-sa-ee), Naito (na-ee-toe), Sumida (su-me-da) which is a last name without the respectful '-san' honorific. As always please review (or I might be evil again and prolong chapters and good stuff, hehe).
Chapter One
"Takeo! Put that phone away and get to your kanji! Geez, that's the second warning this week and it's only Wednesday. It's detention if I have to talk to you again." Then in a lower tone I hear him mutter, "Geez I'm way too soft on these kids." Most of the other students at this point have returned to their books after sensei's interruption.
"And what if I'm done? You said we could do whatever we wanted so long as we didn't disturb others if we were done." I retort. He sighs as the class once again turns their attention to us.
"One, you know it's a school rule, no electronics during class time. Two, I said school related, preferably study or read a book. Third and finally we both know you are far from finished, in fact you are rather behind. Each week I test you guys on only five kanji and you have yet to get perfect this year which tells me, as if your workbook doesn't, that you are not doing your work."
"So what?"
"Ugh! For a kid you're really infuriating, you know that?" He pauses. "Don't make me send you to the principle for back talking, just do your work. That goes for all of you snot nosed brats, there are only ten minutes of class left anyway."
There is a chorus of 'sensei!' when he calls us snot nosed brats. None of the others really take offence to that. Most people like J-sensei. I don't, I don't like any of the teachers at this shitty school for that matter especially not the Japanese literature teacher.
Others think J-sensei is cool and fun, I have heard the girls call him hot on several occasions and have seen students and teachers alike try to flirt with him. He rides a black motorcycle and has a diamond stud in his right ear. Originally it was assumed it was a wedding ring but he has denied being married and family photos don't sit on his desk like with other teachers.
I shut down the game I was playing on my phone and look back at my work book scowling. How am I supposed to do the goddamn work if I don't understand it? It's not like I want to be in this class, it's not like I want to be stupid. J-sensei is the worst because every week he quizzes us on the kanji plus we do many essays, presentations, reports and novel tests. He says it helps us better understand what we are learning but it's just a way for me to receive more low marks so my parents can go off at me. I don't understand any of this shit! Oh, how I would love to cut off that stupid blue ponytail, maybe then he wouldn't be so calm all the time. Maybe I would get my revenge, just give him a taste of what he causes me to go through every time I fuck up. I hate him!
The bell rings signalling the end of class and everyone puts their work books away. "Okay everyone, see you tomorrow."
"Bye J-sensei!" Some of the girls respond as he leaves with his bag in hand. As we wait for our math teacher, Asai-sensei to arrive conversation starts up. Some people leave to go to the bathroom and some pull out their phones. They're all idiots as far as I care.
"Naito-kun," I jump a little not expecting anyone to speak to me, "are you alright?"
"Don't be stupid Sumida, he can't get to me." I snarl at her, after all, she's just one of his admirers.
"You don't really like Jaegerjaquez-sensei, do you?"
"I hate him."