This story is a request/birthday present for the ever so lovely Epic Laughter/Tori :3 I hope you enjoy!
"So when you carry the 'X' over here…"
Tap.
"And then you have to divide Y by itself here…"
Tap.
"And then those cancel out…"
Tap.
"Alright, whoever is throwing the paper better stop right now before I write you up," The teacher growled as another wad of paper flew past his head. With a snicker to my right, I knew who it was. Of course, it was always him and I know Mr. Cunningham knew it as well. It was the same routine everyday in his class, and honestly, I think he's just tired of wasting detention slips on Dustin.
Dustin Barkward is probably one of the biggest troublemakers this school has ever had. No one in the history of this place as ever has gotten as many write-ups as he did. Usually they were for stupid things, like putting your legs up on your desk, throwing things across the room, going to the bathroom an excessive amount of times just to skip class, or just outright insulting a lesson. Then there were his little pranks too, in which he often dragged his other friends into. It is rumored that Seedos has almost as many write-ups as Dustin did, and he was merely a victim of his friend's dumb antics. According to his older sister, Leafos, Seedos often has trouble at home with his dad because of it. If I were him, I would have left Dustin a long time ago, although I don't think the kid has the guts to do so. It's kind of hard to get away from the class clown anyway.
I personally don't think class clown was given to Dustin by anyone other than himself. A proclaimed title, if you will. I'll admit, sometimes he can be pretty funny, although other times he was just downright irritating. Even so, he was still quite popular, although I call it more "well-known" then popular.
His friend Seedos? Probably one of the biggest nerds I, and everyone else, had ever known. He was the kind of kid you just wanted to punch just for being such a loser. He was always obsessing over seeds, hence the name. Some say that 'Seedos' isn't even his real name, and he gave that name to himself for his love of seeds. Not plants, just the seeds. It's no wonder he's picked on so much. Although, I heard that after Dustin took him under his wing, he gets picked on by fewer students, although both of them are now constantly getting beat up by the class bully, Bear A. Marcus.
Unfortunately, Bear also happened to be in my class. He was intimidating, tough as nails, and boy did he love to punch. While Dustin has a record for most write-ups, Bear holds the school record for the most suspensions. It's a miracle he hasn't been expelled yet for his violent nature. That could just be because our principle was a big joke. Or maybe Bear scared Mr. Chewdini so much that the older man was afraid of what the kid would do to him if he was expelled from, yet, another school.
I sighed, my pencil moving across my paper. I was supposed to be taking notes on… whatever Mr. Cunningham was talking about, but instead I drew scribbles all over my notebook. I never was any good at algebra anyway. Of course, no one in my class really was, as I heard the whispers behind me. I couldn't help but look back, glaring a bit as Petula and Fannie were in my view.
Petula and Fannie were some of the biggest airheads I have ever seen. They were clearly marked as part of the popular crowd by Petula herself. Actually, Petula was the head of the popular crowd, and was always throwing parties and such at her house and inviting all the other well-known people around the school. She also started a lot of rumors, true or not. She had the tongue of the perfect liar; anything that came out of her mouth would be deemed true. She also maintained a C+ average, although it was hard to tell if it was intentional or not. After all, acting like a ditz often is what got you into the popular crowd anyway.
Unfortunately, Petula was not always like this. We were actually friends once, until she went to the dark side. Although, that is a story for another time.
Beside them, I see one of my few friends, Seiko. The girl was resting her cheek on her hand, a dreamy smile on her face as she scribbled in her notebook. Like always, she stood out in any classroom, due to the silly yukatas she always wore. Although clearly she wasn't Asian, Seiko always loved their culture, and was always learning little dances they did and wearing multiple yukatas and kimonos like it was nobody's business. I'll admit, I thought they were pretty cool, although some people didn't usually take much liking to the difference in style preference.
However, Seiko wasn't a nobody. She was head of the school's art club, and was always making really cool sculptures and paintings. You can see them all over the school, as the art teacher likes to exploit her talents. Seiko is also known as the biggest klutz in this school; she likes to believe she is elegant, with her little yukatas and her blonde hair in a decorated bun, although she can't get very far without tripping over her two feet. It makes her kind of a laughing stock, although she has learned to keep her head high and ignore it.
Even so, I think the most notable thing is her romantic pursue. I honestly think she picked it up from Leafos, who was the same way, although Seiko is much quieter about it. I will not deny the endless doodles and poems of Eddie Lizard she is always putting all over her notebooks. Her status? Either class klutz or class romantic. I don't know if those are real titles, but either one works.
Speaking of Lizard boy though, I could see him out of the corner of my eye. It was hard to miss him, especially when he was always wearing brightly colored sweaters and dying his hair purple. When I look at him, I see a homosexual. When other girls see him, they see Prince Charming. He wasn't a bad looking guy, quite the opposite actually, although he was so flamboyant it was hard to think that he could be straight. Bisexual, maybe, but straight was definitely out of the question.
He always had girls like Petula and Seiko all over him. He was sweet on all girls, so no one really knew who he liked. The only person he would talk to about it would be his friend Sparcticus, who I honestly think is the real crush. In my opinion, I think Eddie is technically the class hottie… for all genders.
"Oh my God, why hasn't he shut up yet?" I hear someone growl. With the slightest hint of a Spanish accent, I knew it was Sahari, and she was obviously talking about Mr. Cunningham's boring lesson. She and her friend Maxime, who was murmuring in agreement beside her, were probably some of the coolest people I knew. They weren't as popular as Petula, but they always did the coolest things together. They were almost like daredevils, and did anything that was deemed "impossible," like making presidential status on the pull-up bar in gym or running a mile in under five minutes. They are also involved in all sorts of sport teams together, including being on the football team. After Sahari chewed out the coach's ear about excluding girls from the team, he was forced to let them try out, and despite their tiny sizes, they were some of the best running backs I have ever seen. Well, I actually have no idea what they played on the field, since I know next to nothing about football. I just know that they can tackle anyone, despite being three to four times their sizes. I call them the class jocks, although I'm not sure if that's just a guy-only title or not. Frankly, I don't think it matters either.
"Will you please be quiet? Some of us are trying to learn," I hear Leafos hiss from the seat in front of them. She had her finger to her lips, and she was nearly turned all the way around. Since I'm still thinking about school status, I might as well introduce Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes. Leafos was like the class pet, always sucking up and taking her notes like a good girl. Don't get me wrong, she is a very good friend to have, but inside the classroom she could be really annoying. She was probably the only one in Algebra III who could also get an 'A' on Mr. Cunningham's tests. Even so, she was still well known around the school. Hell, everyone in here is pretty well-known.
Except for me, anyway.
I am the girl who just sits down and stays quiet. I'm not afraid to share an opinion if I have to, although I choose not to most of the time. I have no status in this school, because unlike most of these other morons, I learned that a measly status isn't going to get you anywhere, no matter how important it looks now.
"Madeline," I hear Mr. Cunningham's sharp tone. I cringe a bit, looking up from my notebook. Mr. Cunningham was glaring down at me, standing over my desk. I knew this couldn't be good.
"I prefer Maddie," I corrected, which was probably very stupid. Mr. Cunningham was the last teacher you ever wanted to correct.
"Fine. Maddie, would you care to answer the problem on the board there?" He asked, pointing to the white board in the front of the room. I glanced at it, and then looked back up at him.
"I would love to, although I do not know what any of that even means," I said plainly, without a trace of emotion on my face. While I looked confident, I knew that I have just said another stupid thing to him.
"Well, maybe you could answer it if you were taking your notes and paying attention, rather than scribbling nonsense, maybe you would know how," Mr. Cunningham says, lowering his tone a bit in the last part. I rolled my eyes when I heard a few people snickering behind me. I lowered my head, trying to hide my slight embarrassment as much as I could.
"As for the rest of you, I am not deaf," Mr. Cunningham continued. "I hear your constant groans, and not enough solving."
"Maybe it's because this is lame?" Dustin piped up. Everyone immediately shot him a look, especially Mr. Cunningham.
"Lame, huh? Well, maybe it won't be so lame after you find yourselves up to your eyeballs in homework," Mr. Cunningham states firmly. The whole class immediately started to groan when he started to flip through the textbook for extra pages to assign.
"Nice going, Dustin," Maxime called out. Dustin turned in his seat, shrugging with his hands up.
"Hey, I only gave an honest opinion. I have a right to free speech you know," He says in defense.
"You also have the right to remain silent," a ghostly tone growled from the back of the room. I wanted to laugh, but the chilly atmosphere made it next to impossible. I could tell everyone else felt the cold chill when he spoke, since it happened every time words left his mouth.
"Oh come on, that was hilarious," I turned to take a quite glance at the kid. He just hung back limply in his chair, his legs kicked up over the top of the desk. He wore a smug look on his face, ignoring the wary glances of his classmates.
Dastardos was an odd classmate, to say in the least. He was almost never seen, and seemed to appear where he was wanted least. Teachers never paid much attention to him either, so he often got away with a lot. His fellow classmates were terrified to talk to him, since he had such an intimidating tone and appearance. Sure, he was short and as thin as a skeleton, but he had a look that could send you to your grave if he wanted to. I wasn't even sure if he had any friends in this school; it was said once by Petula that he had some kind of friendship with the science teacher, Professor Pester, although I highly doubt that. I shared a science class with him, and let me tell you, he is the opposite of kind to that creep of a teacher.
In my honest opinion, either Dastardos doesn't share a class status like me, or he's got the title of class creeper.
Either one works, really.
Chapter 2 should be up later today, which is just a continuation of this one :P