Melody of two wolves
Chapter 1-Enter my life
"Grossly, full of bread. That's you alright," Shugo joked, giggling. Then she stopped and sighed, when nothing but silence followed. Everybody in her group were staring at her as if she had just declared herself gay. One of them rolled their eyes.
They wouldn't understand. They don't read fine literature…. Hugo assured herself, ticked off.
"Yeah…. Um…you were saying George, about Molly? And the prom fiasco?"
"Right! Before uh….the lit nerd here interrupted……"
"Excuse me?!" Hugo exclaimed, burning blood rising to her face.
"What? Am I wrong?" attacked George, turning his attention to her. "Explain those books crammed into your jacket, and always having your grimy nose stuck in some retarded "classic" books
Hugo immediately blushed crimson, but she definitely wasn't backing down. "Oh! So there's something wrong with spending my time on something useful, that'll benefit my dreams?" she attacked. "You'd rather have me share a future with you, working all day at Burger King repeating What's your order? Over and over again, wasting my time and money on prepping myself in front of a mirror?
Maybe I should get myself five boyfriends like you!"
The boy teen was silent, his hand shaking in rage. Apparently, her last words stung him hard, on both his reputation and his ego. It seemed like she would win an argument, for once.
"I'd like to see anyone talk to a nerd like you!" someone in the room hooted.
"Tch, you'd probably have to pay someone to go out with you…." A girl's voice snickered.
"God, calm down, lit nerd. I know you get high on those books, but seriously….." The room fell to fits of laughter, uncontrollable giggles and fits, and one of the girls was rolling on the floor, covering her mouth. Soon, the whole place was abuzz of teenagers snickering and throwing disdainful looks at her.
The teen boy had joined in their laughter immediately, safely supported by the whole class. He stuck out his tongue, smiling.
Hugo felt like ripping them all apart. Maybe she should, then she wouldn't have to deal with these buffoons for the rest of the freshman school year. Flushed with embarrassment and trembling anger, she tried to calm down. She took her seat, hugging her head. Don't cry…….she told herself, vigorously chewing her lips.
Just ignore those idiots…..she told herself again and again, trying to drown out their voices with her own. But every now and then she would catch "lit nerd" or "she's so clueless about life."
The loud chatter of words droned on and on, like the drilling, vexing buzz of bees.
"CLASS WILL YOU SHUT UP!!," roared an impending, booming voice. Everybody jumped and froze, in awkward positions and poses. Frantically, they scrambled over for their seats, several fell to the floor and were trampled with.
Hugo took a peek, to see what was going and found herself blushing. Next to the rounded, mustached man with a short buzz- cut and squat spectacles, her teacher, stood a teenager. He shoulders were comfortably high, and his tanned body slender yet strong, wearing a white t-shirt and denims, a body of wax. His face was relaxed, eyebrows at rest, and his hair gleamed coffee-brown.
And his eyes….were something mysterious. They were half indifferent and for some reason, cool. They showed no signs of interest to anything, yet they seemed to bursting with life, aware and observing.
They reminded Hugo of a leopard's nature, to remain still until something interesting crossed your eyes.
But the scariest thing was, he was staring straight at her, of all people. She began to feel faint and dizzy, and quickly glanced away. The teenager raised his eyebrows in amusement.
"Class, now that you've returned to where you should've been….." the red-faced teacher puffed, annoyed. Hugo and the rest of the class laughed. Mr. Goldburns, their over-sized, bloating, red-faced teacher, looked like a disfigured balloon when he puffed like that. "SILENCE," he roared again, his face swelling again. "UNLESS YOU WANT TO SEE ME AFTER CLASS WITH YOUR PARENTS,"
Everybody in the class straightened up almost immediately, hands folded in completely gentlemanly etiquette, trying to look innocent. Mr. Goldburns meant whatever he said.
Mr. Goldburns puffed again, daring anybody to laugh under the watch of his narrowed, serpentine eyes. Finally, he inhaled deeply and announced, "Today, a newcomer from Dallas, Texas, will be joining our class." He motioned bluntly for him, mouthing several words. Several seconds passed in silence, and the teen just stood there raising his eyebrows at the teacher. Mr. Goldburns whispered something that sounded like, "Go ahead. Speak." He shuffled over and nudged him hard in the ribs, grunting with the effort.
Apparently the boy didn't feel anything at all, the cool, lazy expression on his face stuck stubbornly.
"All right, then…." the teacher said, confused at the teen's strange behavior.
"I believe our new student is err…indeed a bit shy….. Class, this is Zero Allidan, and he'll be a new member of period four biology. Be…..nice to him…"
Someone snickered, and Mr. Goldburns immediately roared, "SATURDAY SCHOOL GEROGE MC CORMISTER." Steven tried to play innocent, waving his arm around like he had no idea what was going on. "YES YOU, GEROGE. OR DO U WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR SUMMER WITH ME?"
Satisfied with the silence, the teacher grinned, almost evil-like.
"Ok," the teacher turned back to Zero. "Sorry about that, my classroom's quite a handful. Anyways! Zero, you'll be sitting in that empty desk over there-"
He gestured with his fingers. "-Next to Hugo."