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Chapter 2: Here in our Hell
Darcy's Pov:
I walked to school, my iPod jamming away in my ears. I had saved up what I could from my checks after helping the family and paying for lunch, I bought LaSalle (my iPod). This thing had gotten me through some tough times in my life and often helped my escape from what I was going through. My school was a typical high school. All clichés represented thoroughly, Jocks, Cheerleaders, Burnouts, Nerds, the drama club kids, the in-betweeners who kind of hung with anyone and everyone, and me. I was your average nobody, I could be on fire and everybody would keep walking by me not so much as to stare at the mess that was burning and falling to ash in front of their eyes. Of course teachers liked me, and that was because I didn't argue back, I did my homework and I didn't disrupt their classrooms with my cell phone or crying over how my latest boyfriend had dumped me. I could be counted on to know the right answer and get good grades. I wasn't really sure where my brain aspect came in, I mean my parents surely didn't have it, but I'm glad it kicked in for my generation. Junior year wasn't exciting at all in all everyone did was complain about how they weren't seniors yet. It was grating on my last nerve and we were only just beginning the second semester. I autopilot-ed my way to my first class, my volume up as high as it could go without killing my hearing and leaving me open for getting it taken because I couldn't hear the bell. I had memorized my new schedule so when I stepped inside I took a seat in the far back corner science classroom.
A few moments later I heard the door to classroom open but I didn't look up from the book of Poetry I had borrowed from the library. I heard the student pull the chair back on the other side of the room and take a seat. The room was silent and when the five-minute bell rang as a warning to get to class students began to pile into the classroom. I scoffed at the mixture of students; most of them looked nervous to be in an AP Physics class and would most likely switch after a week. I was intrigued to see who would hang in there until the end. As usually everyone ignored my presence and that gave me ample time to observe, it was during that time I saw the other only person in the classroom who wasn't talking to somebody else. Loki Odinson. Out of all the people in the school to be sitting alone, I idly wondered why he was. I mean his brother was like the be all end all at the school. Surely he knew someone, then again I heard whispers from conversations that he didn't really tolerate anybody and hasn't done so since middle school. He was a chosen loner, and rule number one was to never mess with a chosen loner, it kind of went against your whole sense of survival instinct. We had been in the same group of students since middle school and since we came to high school I hadn't seen him around very many people. He was quiet, but not in a "Please, don't take my lunch money kinda way" it was more of "I've got 15 ways to light you on fire with my eyes, please don't fuck with me, and make me use them on you." type of quiet. In many ways he was the exact opposite of his brother Thor, the athletic dynamo that made sure the football team, track team and lacrosse teams all saw back to back consecutive championships for the last four years he'd been in school. It was clear though that Thor certainly lacked in the brain department, I swear he was so dumb sometimes that if you told the boy that math rules had changed and 4+4 now equaled 5 and you sounded believable enough he'd believe you and spread the news. Thor was also the type that every girl loved tall, brawny, blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, a large smile, large shoe size and rich. So of course every girl wanted to be with him, and if rumors were to be believed, he had indeed taken up quite a few up on offers to no strings attached sexual encounters. And for that I could be no further from being interested in him. Loki was a raven haired, emerald eyed masterpiece. Girls would go for him too if he were interested in them. He had a look that screamed "bad boy" and the mannerisms of a gentleman and he was rich. But he unlike his brother hadn't bothered with the heated looks passed to him and most eventually gave up on trying to snag the younger Odinson. If I had to ever choose (like I'd ever get that choice) I would go for Loki, simply because he seems to be smart.
I was brought out of my internal rambling by the teacher entering the room. Mr. Randall was a no-nonsense type of teacher, what he says goes, and if you don't like it you can leave. I didn't mind because he wasn't mean to me or anything and as long as I do my work he's cool.
"I hope you all aren't too comfortable because after I give you this quiz that will be graded as such, I will be assigning you your partners for the rest of the year."
Majority of the class groaned while I stayed silent and waited for the papers to be handed back to me while I put my IPod away.
*15 minutes later*
That quiz was easy. If you couldn't answer those questions then you had no business in this class in the first place. I sat my finished test on the desk on top of Loki's who was the only one done so far. Said person was reading over something while he waited, and I returned to my seat to read more of my own book…
*20 more minutes later*
The class was finished with the test and Mr. Randall sat quietly at his desk grading them quickly and efficiently with a few pre made answer sheets. The class chattered around until he stood and cleared his throat papers in hand.
"I must say I am impressed with some of you. You can answer the most basic of questions which means I'm not starting from scratch for most of you. I will admit that these tests were not for my grade book, for participation yes, but otherwise I had another agenda. These were so that I can assign your partners. I have assigned you with someone who I feel is your equivalent for this class and together you will pass or fail. So gather your things and once I am finished name off partners move to your appropriate person.
I rolled my eyes, great. Now I would be forced to interact with someone. At least before there was a high possibility that whoever he put me with could drop, but this new method meant that if they were on my level they were less likely to drop, and those who would drop would drop as pairs more likely than not. Damn him. I listened for my name
"...And last but not least Darcy Lewis and Loki Odinson. Please find your partners and once you've settled I'll be handing back your quizzes and syllabi for the semester."
My breath caught in the back of my throat. I had to work with Loki? I looked up and found myself making direct contact with him. He stood bringing his bag along to take the empty seat next to me.
"I don't believe we have met before Darcy, but I will inform you that you will not bring down my grade point average with you idiocies and childish antics. I will make it easy on you and do the work you just don't be a distraction, and try to earn your keep by passing your tests."
While his words were nothing compared to the rantings of my father, Loki had proved why people didn't talk to him. He was a fucking asshole. His smirk at my face of disbelief caused him to smirk at me, and then he spoke.
"It seems we have an understanding..."
"Excuse me but who keeled over and made you king. I hate to be the one to give you a reality check, but you don't run shit I suggest you learn to treat me with some respect. If you do that then I will do the same for you. And as for bringing down your grade point average let me remind you Mr. Randall said we were matched based off of test scores so that means that if you did so good like you claim and like I know I did then we are both smart enough to pass without you doing all of the work. So I will be doing my share, because I never leave my fate in someone else's hands. Got it Odinson?"
I reamed him so hard he wasn't sure what just happened. His mouth remained open until his eyes turned to mine burning bright green. I had to admit they would have been quite pretty if they weren't trying to mentally light me on fire, and with the high function of this boys brain I was lucky this wasn't turning into a telekinetic moment between the two of us.
"You think..."
He words were cut off when Mr. Randall came over grinning and sitting the two papers down.
"Great job you two. You two are the highest scorers on the quiz. I've given you each an extra point in participation. I think this pairing will work out well."
I held back a glare in Loki's direction and nodded at our teacher. He walked away from the two of us and I reached for the two papers and before I could pick them up Loki snatched them into his hands.
"And here I was thinking politeness was a dying art."
I rolled my eyes and sat back in my seat. He would have to give me my paper eventually.
"No fucking way."
Loki practically yelled, and I smirked. He honestly thought I was stupid.
"What's the matter with you?"
"There's no way you did better than me!"
I sat up straighter and I looked at the papers from his hands and at the kicked puppy look on his face I busted out laughing.
"Looks like someone might want to study a little harder mmm…"
At my words he glared so hard I thought he was going to pop a blood vessel. Maybe this would not to open his mouth before he had facts.
He sat stewing the whole remaining class time and giving me immense pleasure. As soon as the bell rang Loki took both papers to the teacher's desk.
"Surely Mr. Randall there has been some mistake."
Mr. Randall removed the square rimmed glasses from his face, a look of mirth in his eyes. I leaned back against a table to see how this would play out.
"And what do you mean by that Loki?"
"I just meant maybe you had possibly mis-marked the quizzes resulting in a higher grade for her than I. A simple mistake really, but I would really love to have to correct comparison."
Loki spoke in a honey'd voice. I wondered how much trouble that voice had gotten him out of in the past. Mr. Randall laughed slightly and took the papers from Loki.
"I'll be happy to check these right now, but assure you these are accurate."
Loki smirked as he thought he had won. It really didn't matter to me, I knew I was sure of my answers and that was all that mattered. Mr. Randall wasted no time hand checking the answers and after the bell rang for the next class to start he wrote something on Loki's paper and handed it back, handing mine back as well. My score didn't change and Mr. Randall spoke just as Loki's eyes were about to pop out his head.
"I stand corrected Mr. Odinson. You actually answered two questions wrong. I'm my haste to grade I missed your wrong answer it was inches in Cm by the millisecond. You had the wrong measuring, simple mistake. Maybe next time you should slow down and double-check your answers. Being the first one done is not as important as having the correct answer."
It took everything in me not to laugh my ass off again.
"Now if that is all, I will write you a pass to your next classes. Where are you going?"
"AP Composition, Brennan."
We both said at the same time, causing our heads to snap toward each other.
"Great you two can share a pass."
He handed me the colored paper and sent us out where I started snickering at his face that was glaring in anger again.
I heard Mr. Randall say
"Oh this will be an interesting semester indeed..."
Loki's Pov:
I had no interest in going to school today. New classes, new teachers, different idiots to avoid. I'd grown accustomed to certain people this school year, and now it was time to do it all over again. I pulled my all black mustang convertible into a shaded parking spot, and put up the top. I gathered my books and got out the car. I was immediately greeted with the sight of Thor and his barbarian friends surrounding Thor and his red hummer. I did my best to ignore the loud horseplay and giggling of the girls that had pledged their undying love of my brother. His closest friends stuck to him like glue even going as far with the name play to be Sif and the warriors three-the only one who happened to have the same name as one of the warriors was Hogun a military import, who had been quiet until football season came around, officially inducting him into jock-dom. The others real names were Sarah (Sif), Freddy (Fanderal), and Brian (Volstagg). It was no secret that the warriors tolerated me for Thor's sake, but to them I was like the bubble gum you could never quite get off your shoe after you've stepped on it. Not that it bothered me what they thought, I had much bigger issues then to worry about whether or not Thor's sac chasers liked me of their own accord. It would be a cold day in hell before I allowed myself to require their acceptance. Thor saw me and smiled waving as he shoved a whole poptart in his mouth like he hadn't eaten a full stack of pancakes, a half pound of bacon, and eggs and three glasses of orange juice less than 10 minutes ago at home. It was truly disgusting, and you wouldn't ever know he could win eating contest against starved sumo wrestlers by the physical appearance. I looked at him disgustedly and walked to my first class...
I walked in the science classroom knowing I'd be the first inside only to see I was wrong. In the seat I normally chose for all my classes sat a small girl, thick dark hair that covered most of her features as she peered down at the book in front of her, and listened to music from the outdated technology in her hand. Slightly annoyed I ignored the situation and took the other seat in the far back, in the other corner and pulled out a book of my own. The room was silent as the two of us sat ignoring each other's presence, soon it was time for the class to start and the room was filled with chatty students, finding someone they knew to talk to. The teacher came I'm the room effectively ending all conversation with his no-nonsense tone.
"I hope you all aren't too comfortable because after I give you this quiz that will be graded as such, I will be assigning you your partners for the rest of the year."
The class had collectively groaned at the word quiz. The idiots should have known an A.P. physics teacher would give a quiz out the first day. He had to make sure they weren't all lost causes like I knew them all to be. I hope whomever he put me with would drop and leave me without a partner...
*40 minutes later*
That test was hilariously easy, if you couldn't answer those questions before coming to the second half of an AP physics class then the school system has failed you miserably. I had been the first one done so I resumed my readings and waited. Mr. Randall proceeded to grade the quizzes we just took, and most of the class chattered around the room until he gathered our papers and stood up.
"I must say I am impressed with some of you. You can answer the most basic of questions which means I'm not starting from scratch for most of you. I will admit that these tests were not for my grade book, for participation yes, but otherwise I had another agenda. These were so that I can assign your partners. I have assigned you with someone who I feel is your equivalent for this class and together you will pass or fail. So gather your things and once I am finished name off partners move to your appropriate person.
I internally scoffed this new partnering system. It was still highly likely that my partner would drop because I don't have an equal in anything. Why couldn't this day be over already? I just wanted to go home and hide myself away. My body needed rest and it's always great to scream out when no one is home.
"...And last but not least Darcy Lewis and Loki Odinson. Please find your partners and once you've settled I'll be handing back your quizzes and syllabi for the semester."
Who is Darcy Lewis? The name struck familiarity, but I'm sure I've only heard it in passing. Chairs scraped across the linoleum tile and people moved to be with their partners. I began to look around the room until my eyes landed on the small girl from earlier, her eyes staring at me from across the room. She must be Darcy Lewis then. I packed my things away and moved to the other seat at the table I'd wanted from the beginning.
"I don't believe we have met before Darcy, but I will inform you that you will not bring down my grade point average with you idiocies and childish antics. I will make it easy on you and do the work you just don't be a distraction, and try to earn you keep by passing your tests."
I said to her, she would need to know her standing before we ever got started. I would not have her fucking up my chance to get as far away from that bastard as possible when it came time for college.
"It seems we have an understanding..."
I smirked at her until I saw her eyes flash with anger.
"Excuse me but who keeled over and made you king. I hate to be the one to give you a reality check, but you don't run shit I suggest you learn to treat me with some respect. If you do that then I will do the same for you. And as for bringing down your grade point average let me remind you Mr. Randall said we were matched based off of test scores so that means that if you did so good like you claim and like I know I did then we are both smart enough to pass without you doing all of the work. So I will be doing my share, because I never leave my fate in someone else's hands. Got it Odinson?"
My mouth dropped open, something I never did seeing as for me nothing ever pleasant comes from having an open mouth. She had honestly just told me off. Maybe there was more to the little dormouse than I thought. Her pride may be more of a problem then I thought, now she would try to do work only to fail miserably and make me do extra work trying to fix whatever she fucks up. Great.
I was about to set the record straight when Mr. Randall got back to our table, sitting our papers face down on the table.
"Great job you two. You two are the highest scorers on the quiz. I've given you each an extra point in participation. I think this pairing will work out well."
I held my tongue despite wanting to tell him to find me a new partner. I didn't want to give her a chance to lie to me about her grade so I snatched both papers from the table top.
"And here I was thinking politeness was a dying art."
I heard her snarky comment but it almost didn't register with all of the shock I was feeling. This twit had actually scored higher than me!
"No fucking way."
I found myself screeching out.
"What's the matter with you?"
"There's no way you did better than me!"
She sat up out the corner of my eye, and glanced over at the papers in my hand.
"Looks like someone might want to study a little harder mmm."
I turned and glared. How dare she say I STUDY more! I was way smarter than she could ever hope to be. How could she do better than me? Then it hit me, that incompetent teacher had graded our tests incorrectly. As soon as the bell dismissed us from the class, I took my things and the two papers up to the teacher's desk. I knew I would have to fake pleasantry and innocence to get him to question his own grading skills.
"Surely Mr. Randall there has been some mistake."
Mr. Randall removed the square rimmed glasses from his face. He thought this mess was funny!
"And what do you mean by that Loki?"
"I just meant maybe you had possibly mis-marked the quizzes resulting in a higher grade for her than I. A simple mistake really, but I would really love to have to correct comparison."
I said to Mr. Randall, letting the words fall from my tongue.
"I'll be happy to check these right now, but assure you these are accurate."
I smirked as the teacher took the papers back. This Darcy would learn quickly that she was inferior. I came second to nobody in academics. It took until just after the bell rang for us to start our next class for him to finish grading the papers. He had the papers on his lap and he wrote something on one and handed them back at the same time. I saw the markings and I could feel my eyes widen. He had to be fucking with me. There was no way she had gotten two more right than me!
"I stand corrected Mr. Odinson. You actually answered two questions wrong. I'm my haste to grade I missed your wrong answer it was inches in Cm by the millisecond. You had the wrong measuring, simple mistake. Maybe next time you should slow down and double-check your answers. Being the first one done is not as important as having the correct answer."
I looked over the paper and sure enough I had made simple errors that messed up my score. Still I knew she would always view herself above me until I proved her wrong on the next test.
"Now if that is all, I will write you a pass to your next classes. Where are you going?"
"AP Composition, Brennan."
We both said at the same time, causing our heads to snap toward each other.
"Great you two can share a pass."
He handed the colored pass to Darcy and she left the room with a smile on her face. I glared at her back. I'd prove them all wrong. I'm worth something...
A/N: I hope this was cool enough. I know Loki seems like an ass but we all know the boy has issues, as demostrated by his last line...he will get better... eventually...
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