Hi everyone :) This is my first story for Code Geass, so I'm aiming for an above average one-shot. This will be from Shirley's point-of-view, and based on a couple incidents. Please read and review :)
Today is a dreadful day. For me mostly, though no one cares. Milly made all of the student council hold yet another festival, I received my rightful grade as a 'C' in Pre-Calculus, I don't get any of this "chemical bonding" lesson, and I have a terrible stomachache from being dead hungry, and it's only 10:43 A.M. I put my elbows on my table, face palming myself. The day was going by...so…slowly.
"Will you please pay attention, Shirley? Please!" bark a angst-filled teacher. It was nearly her free period next and she wanted to burst out and just be free now.
"Sorry, Ms. Egglston!" I yelled back at her as sweet as I could. She's a great teacher, but she can have her days too…and a really loud voice.
"Today! We will be changing seats, class." Ugh. We did this every time we switched units. It gets so annoying. First, I get so awkward in my seat; it's usually in a corner. The surrounding people don't help, either. Then when I finally get comfortable in my seat, enjoy the surrounding people, and finally pick up on science, she changes the seats.
Curses.
Who could I sit next to now? Nina? Not that there's anything all that bad about her, but every time I try to start a conversation, she always acts extremely nervous, making me feel like I'm scary. Milly? She always annoys me about other guys and ideas for the school festival. Rivaltz can get a little obsessed over Milly and such…and…
Ms. Egglston started to take out her seating chart. I stand up and lean against the windows like she had instructed about five minutes ago. She glared at me. I am not her favorite student.
She starts pointing at the seat on the very left of the room, near the window I'm standing next to. "Lelouch…Lamperouge." He glides over to his new seat like Jell-O, still bored. He puts his right palm underneath his chin, and closes his eyes softly. By the way, do you know he is five feet ten inches tall, his blood type is A, his birthday is December 5th, and…
I think I can get a little obsessed over him.
I don't think it's a bad thing, really. It just means…you care about him a lot, though I try to keep my obsession on the down-low. He's just a really interesting guy to me. We were friends since we were little, and never has he ever done anything to me that would hurt me. In fact, he helped me in a lot of things, like studying for the upcoming Pre-Calculus test, or, or when he helped me hold the ladder when I put up a Halloween festival banner. The pictures I keep of him? Well, I, err, it's…
Egglston pointed at the seat next to Lelouch, the only seat next to him. "Kallen…Stadtfeld."
She walks slowly over to her new seat, boots clacking against the marble floor as the room fills with silence. I hang my head in slight dismay. Well, it was only a one in thirty-one chance that I would have gotten to sit there. What was I supposed to expect, a miracle to happen? I look down on my apparel, and then on hers, causing insecurity. She always managed to look so well, why can't I? I cross my arms on my chest and stare down at the ground. The names that Egglston was calling out and the sound of chairs sliding blurred in my ears, until I heard a familiar name.
"*Fenette? Fenette! FENETTE!" growled the feisty lady. Shirley was wearing down her patience to the danger level.
"Huh?" Lately Shirley has been daydreaming a lot lately…
"You sit…over here." Egglston pointed at the seat next to where she was standing, the seat right behind Lelouch. I sighed; this cannot end well. This other time when we were younger, we would always sit next to each other, year after year. I guess…I grew more to like him each time, and since then… I'd always wanted to take a seat next to him. Now that Kallen's here and all, and how he looks at her, well, I've got no chance.
I quietly take my seat, not making a noise at all. I realized that Lelouch hasn't glanced at Kallen once, I wonder why.
As I was taking out my notebook, readying myself to copy the notes on the blackboard, I feel a presence facing me. I automatically looked up, and round, violet eyes gaze at me. Lelouch faces me, closer than he had faced Milly before, Nunnally…even Kallen, and they were sitting next to each other. I must have looked goofy because I could feel my eyes widen up and my mouth hang open.
"Hi Shirley, this is almost like old times, eh?" he smiled without showing teeth, turned back around, and put on his black framed glasses to take notes off the board.
I could have melted right there and then. I slouch down my chair, burying my face into the chemistry textbook. Why, oh why do I have to be messed around like this? I want to be his…but could I?
Aww, that poor lass :[ I did this story because I thought it would relieve some of my feelings and I just like Shirley as a character :D please read and review, and I'll uh, probably make it into a two-shot. Thank you~
~your dearest,
Tutu