My first fanfic! :O Finally this day has come!
Go ahead, review it. ^.^ If I've made grammatical errors or spelled something wrong, would you be as so kind to let me know? :) I've checked it over a bunch of times so I don't think there should be any, but you never know!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
Ugh, of all the classes to get stuck in, it had to be this one, I thought to myself as I slammed my head against the desk. I could have been in any other elective and it still wouldn't be as bad as this one. I let out a moan in protest of getting put in this horrid class. Now you may be thinking, 'Oh please, no class on earth could be that bad' but oh, I'll tell you that there is. And what class is that? Child Development.
Now maybe if you were a girl taking this class, it might not be as bad. But I'm a boy, stuck in a class that with all girls. Well actually, all girls except for me and one of my guy friends. So why exactly are we in here? To be honest, I'm not all that sure. But I have a pretty good guess. The people who make the schedules (I think it's the guidance counselors who arrange it) were just too dumb to see that me and him didn't have Child Development on our course registration. I would say that the other electives we signed up for were full, but I know for a fact that isn't the case. Like I said, they're just dumb and screwed up our schedule.
We got our confirmation letters for the courses a week before school to show what classes we would be taking, and as soon as we saw that class on our sheets, we called up the main office immediately to have us switched out. Two guys taking Child Development? No way. We fought against them, telling them they had it wrong and that neither one of us had it written down on our registration sheets in the spring saying that we would be taking the elective. We kept telling them to check it over and to take us out, but did they? Nope. They just kept saying that we had it marked down on our sheets.
So now here I am. A week later. Sitting in this class room. Slamming my head against the desk.
"Dude, cut that out. You'll lose brain cells," my friend with chartreuse hair told me. He grabbed my jet black hair and pried my head off of the desk and flung me backwards so my back hit the back of the tiny chair attached to the old school desk. I moaned again in protest of the class I was currently in and tilted my head back in dismay.
"I don't want to be here," I said to him grumpily as I kicked my feet up on the desk. Anywhere else in the world but here.
He let out a deep sigh and rolled his shining emerald eyes at me, clearly annoyed with my bad attitude.
"I don't want to be here either," he informed me as he flicked his bright green hair. "But just suck it up."
"It's just so embarrassing, especially for us," I complained to him. We hadn't exactly told our other friends that we were stuck in this class, mainly because we wanted to avoid having our asses kicked. This class was for girly girls who took this class to get an easy a, not a class meant for my friend Drew Hayden, or myself, Ash Ketchum.
You see, the both of us are your typical, flirtatious, (well, Drew anyways) athletic, above-average-looking, egotistical jocks who wouldn't be caught dead in this class. And yet, here the both of us are.
I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my blood red jacket and looked around the room. It was mainly filled with posters relating to babies and of that stuff. It also had a few old wooden closets and two metal filing cabinets. The student's desks were arranged into long rows and the teacher's desk was located by the entrance of the room, piled high with packets filled with information about the class that I had I feeling that I'd be receiving soon. Great, already a ton of work for this class, I sarcastically thought to myself.
Now instead of analyzing the room itself, I began to focus more on the people. I noticed how most of the girls in this class were sophomores I didn't know, or juniors in my grade that I barely even knew. I recognized one girl in my grade. Her name was Angie. She had chocolate brown eyes like me, and green hair like Drew, except darker. She wore a baggy light green t – shirt and a pair of worn out blue jeans to match. She looked like a slob and a loser. I also noticed that she was talking to another girl, who I recognized because she was in my grade. Hannah? Ana? Anabel was it? Yeah, I think Anabel. She had lavender hair and lavender eyes to match it. She was wearing fitted sky blue shirt and white skinny jeans. From what I've heard, she's a weirdo too. I quickly took notice that she was whispering something in Angie's ear while staring at me, and giggled as she pulled away. Angie in response, quickly glanced at me too and giggled.
I was beginning to get freaked out by their actions and lightly hit Drew's shoulder. He turned his head to face me which before, was also taking in the atmosphere of the room.
"'Sup?" he asked me with bored expression on his face.
I quickly glanced behind him to see Angie and Anabel still giggling, and then brought my attention back to him.
"I think those girls were talking about me," I told him, sighing as I did. It just felt awkward to know they were talking about me. You know what I mean?
"I think a lot of the girls in here are," he replied to me, and flicking his hair in the process.
"Why?" I asked him as I raised an eyebrow. He chuckled at me like I was a complete idiot, and honestly I can't blame him. I really can be a huge moron at times, and this was definitely one of those times.
"We're the only guys in this class. It doesn't surprise me that they'd talk about us." He answered me as he leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up on the desk, and put his hands behind his head to support it.
I took one last glimpse around the room and then removed my feet from the worn out desk and placed them on the floor. I now slumped over, leaving my head to rest on the small table as I waited for the class to begin.
Class hasn't even started yet and it's already boring. I took a look at the clock, and noticed that there was still another minute before class started. I gazed around the room again and noticed how now, many more girls occupied empty desks.
Looks like this is the class.
However as I thought this to myself, fate instantly proved me wrong as two more girls walked into the class. And unlike the rest of the twenty somewhat sophomores and juniors, I actually recognized these two. I was extremely familiar with them. My eyes visibly widened and I sat up straight. I began to panicked and hoped I was just seeing things. Please, I already hate this class enough as it is, and now they're in it too?
I picked my head up from the desk, and once again lighted slapped Drew's arm.
He sighed as he removed his feet from the desk and sat upright to see face to face. He had an even more annoyed look on his face than he did earlier, and he flicked his hair.
"What? What do you want now?" he asked me with aggravation in his voice.
"Are they who I think they are?" I questioned, pointing to the two girls walking in the room.
He searched around to room to see what my finger was pointing at. His emerald eyes grew wide and a small, yet noticeable scowl appeared on his face as he finally discovered the two teenage girls. He snapped his head back so his face once again saw mine.
"Yup," he started. "It's Maple and Waterflower alright."
Now who are these two girls? Well, most of the student population would disagree with me when I say this, but they are the devils that walk among the earth.
The two of them have been enemies of Drew and me since we were four. Yeah it seems childish and all (and honestly it is) but we've had this feud between us for years, and everyone in this school knows about it. However, I have a little bit more hatred for Misty.
That stupid red head. We've always been extremely competitive in anything and everything. And I mean it. You name it and we've made it into a competition between us. It's always been like that. Beating the other out, trying to come out on top. Even if it's over something ridiculous, like trying to see who can finish a test faster, or who can answer most questions during class.
And she always has to make an argument out of everything. No matter how unreasonable it is. Our fights have even been as stupid as trying to reason why Coke or Pepsi is better than the other. (Coke, the obvious winner. But as you can guess she thinks Pepsi is. What a loser.) If we're in the same room, you can bet a million dollars that we'd be in an argument, about ready to bite the other's head off.
I didn't have as much hatred towards May mainly because I didn't know her as well. It's more of a thing between her and Drew, kind of like me and Misty. But since she's Misty's friend and Drew's enemy, so she automatically became mine too.
The loud ring came from the school bell, finally letting the school day commence. For a final time, I slammed my head against the desk. This was going to be a long day.
Chapter 1: DONE! :D I don't know when I'll update this story again, but hopefully soon ^.^