A/N: Yo people, I'm back~
Second chapter, Castiel time :D
Gah, I'm not making any progress in the game at all. I used up all my replays and I'm still on episode 1 TT^TT
Well, anyways, enjoy!
~Kana's POV~
As predicted, I got lost.
The late bell rang two minutes ago and I was still here, wandering alone in the empty hallways. I did follow Melody's directions, but I must've taken a wrong turn somewhere.
I sighed and turned the corner into another hallway. Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed on his chest was a tall boy with shoulder length red hair. He wore a red shirt with a winged skull imprinted on it under a black leather jacket. A silver chain hung around his neck and another one was hooked to the belt loop of his black jeans. Is it just me, or do I keep meeting hot guys in this school?
The red head noticed me staring at him and sent me a glare with his piercing gray eyes that could be deciphered as What are you doing here? I could already tell he isn't the friendliest person around but he's the only person here that I can ask for instructions so why not?
I took a step forward and smiled. "Hi, my name is Kana. I'm new here and I can't find my way to ELA class, so can you show me where it is?" I asked. There. Short and to the point.
The boy stared at me like he didn't understand what I was saying. For a scary second, I thought he was new to the school and lost, too.
He sighed and straightened up. "I might as well go to class this period," he muttered to himself then pointed at the door a few steps away. "There," he stated simply and started walking towards the room.
I started forward and reached for the doorknob but the mysterious boy stopped me.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a monotone voice.
"Uh…going to class?" I replied in the same tone.
"Are you an idiot? You do realize we're late right?" He rolled his eyes.
"No, because the bell didn't ring loud and clear enough." I shot back sarcastically, throwing my hands up in the air.
The boy looked at me like he just acknowledged me for the first time. He smirked and went further down the hallway, where the backdoor to the classroom is.
"Or maybe you just need your ears checked?" he suggested, playing along with me. As far as I can tell, this boy is the rebellious and arrogant type. Totally anti-Nathaniel.
"Uh-huh. Very funny," I said, following him. He suddenly stopped, causing me to bump into him. The boy turned to me with a slightly irritated look on his face like I ran into him on purpose. "Wha-" I started.
"Shh…" he cut me off, putting a finger on my lips to silence me. I scrambled backwards at his action, my face flushing red. Sheesh, can't he tell me to shut up in a more normal way? This guy is starting to get on my nerves.
Slowly, he opened the door and we snuck inside quietly, taking the last two seats in the room. And just in time too, because the teacher just called my name for attendance.
"Kana Chocolat Grace?" she said. A few students giggled at my middle name, earning glares from the teacher. I wasn't embarrassed or anything, being named after a type of candy. In fact, I feel quite honored since I love sweet foods. The problem was other people thought it was a joke. Even the boy who helped me before started to snicker. I glared at him and gave him a good kick under the table.
"Present." I called out. Whether she knew if I am new here or not, I couldn't tell because she didn't even introduce herself nor gave me a second thought.
"And I assume Mr. Castiel isn't here again?" the teacher asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice. I have a feeling this "Castiel" ditches class as often as breathing oxygen and that the teacher is used to it by now.
"I'm here." The boy sitting next to me said bluntly, lifting his hand lazily to get the teacher's attention. So that means…he's Castiel.
The teacher stared at him with a shocked expression on her face. A few students- mostly girls- turned to gawk at him, too. I guess he's quite popular here at Sweet Amoris High School? I mean, he is a bit good-looking in a cool gothic way…
The teacher cleared her throat and the students faced front again. "I see that you finally decide to come to class," she said.
"Congratulations, you're not blind." Castiel remarked. The class erupted into laughter and the teacher blushed.
"I would watch that mouth of yours before it ends up getting you in detention," the teacher threatened.
"I'm so scared," he replied, mock fear in his voice. He didn't even bother including exaggeration to his taunt. Castiel leaned backwards in his chair, putting his arms behind his head. Yep, definitely the rebellious type.
The teacher fumed for a few seconds, turning around to regain her composure. Probably choosing the wisest decision, she ignored Castiel and continued on with class.
"Anyways," she started, "There will be a project due a month from now. You will work as partners with the person sitting next to you since I seated you randomly." Many groans and whining came from this as well as complaining. Hey…that means I have to work with Castiel?!
"No complaints!" the teacher yelled over the commotion, then continued explaining the project. "For this task, you will be writing eight different stories with your partner. You can write one or two stories separately by yourself, but you must work with your partner on at least four of them. Each story will be a different genre, as reflected from our earlier studies on the subject. Furthermore, each piece of writing has to be more than two pages, except for poetry-that can be one page. As for extra credit, you can write a five page story including at least four different genres. You can write the stories through email or meet up at each other's houses or do it at school- I don't care. All that matters is that the project is completed and on my desk by the tenth of next month. Understood?!"
Several half-hearted "Yes"es and groans followed shortly after and the teacher marched over to her desk.
"You may use the remainder of this period to discuss plans with your partners," she said dismissively, plopping down on her chair. I checked the time on the wall. There was at least half an hour left of class. Heck was this teacher laid-back and high demanding! Were all the teachers like this? My math teacher didn't seem that way…
"I feel so welcomed," I muttered, propping my hand up with my hand at the desk. "Hey, what are we gonna do about this project anyways?" I glanced over at Castiel. He had the most bored expression on his face.
"We don't," he said.
"'We don't'? As in not do it at all? You know this will be reflected on my grade, too, right? I am not about to fail in a school I attended in less than two hours." I huffed, turning to look at Castiel.
"And I should care why?"
My fingers started to twitch. You know how some people just makes you want to strangle them to death instinctively because they annoy you that much? If you don't, welcome to my world. I tried for a calming breath and dug my fingernails into the skin of my hand to make the twitching stop. "Well then, I'll have to force you to do it, whether you like it or not."
Castiel glared at me. "Has anyone ever told you you're really annoying?" he scowled.
"For as much as I can remember, yes, you," I said. Must. Restrain. From. Tearing. His. Arm. Off.
"Chocolat, you're really dense," he teased, attempting to annoy me and frustratingly succeeding. Why is he using my middle name anyways? Hearing someone call me that brought back painful memories…no, I can't let myself think about that now on my first day of school. I forced the thoughts out of my head.
"Don't call me that," I said quietly, fixing my glare at the redhead. Castiel stared at me in confusion but brushed it off almost immediately.
"What's wrong Choco? The name Chocolat fits you very well. Oh, and did I mention I love to eat chocolates? Especially Hershey's milk chocolate bars, mint chocolate truffles, Nutella chocolate spread, hot coco, and even chocolate milk," he ranted on, purposely repeating the word "chocolate" as many times as possible. Oh, so he wants to annoy me, huh? He has a natural talent for that because I'm close to knocking him off the face of Earth.
I gritted my teeth so hard, I thought my jaw was going to burst. "Shut up," I growled. Castiel shrugged carelessly and turned his attention away from me. I took in a raggedy breath and tried to calm myself down.
He is just impossible. I could request for a new partner but by the look of it, the teacher wouldn't care less and do nothing at all about it. I'll have to convince Castiel to cooperate for this somehow… "So, how are we going to finish this project?" I asked, trying to get back to my usual personality.
"Didn't I tell you I'm not doing it?" Castiel stared at the chalkboard in front of the room, clearly annoyed.
I sighed. This is going to be hard. "Okay, then I shall repeat what I said before. I'll make you do it then."
"Tch. Let's see you try," he sneered, his smirk finding its way back on his face. Castiel stood up abruptly and headed for the door.
"Hey, where are you-" I was interrupted by sharp ring of the bell. That thing is going to make me deaf someday. I wonder how the students here even put up with it.
I glanced up and noticed that Castiel was gone. I let out a frustrated groan and quickly snatched up my bag, running out the door. Castiel was several yards down the hallway now and I had to run to catch up with him.
"Why are you following me around?" he muttered impatiently, picking up his pace.
"What do you have next?" I asked, ignoring him.
"Why do you care?"
"I don't know where my next class is. I need someone to bring me or at least give me directions." I explained, in a hurry.
"Ask someone else," he replied bluntly.
"Sadly, I don't know 'anyone else' because I spent all my time arguing with you!" I practically screamed. There was a moment of awkward silence as I continued racing after him.
When Castiel broke the silence, I thought he was going to say something decent and at least help me out but all he said was "That's nice." I'm seriously going to burst an artery if I spend any more time with this guy. I suddenly got a wave of rage from his dumb remarks and each step I took became more aggressive. Somehow, I tripped and tumbled forward.
Just great. Now I'm going to make a fool out of myself in front of the whole school and stupid Castiel by landing flat on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for an impact that never came. Instead…I felt something on the small of my back. Slowly, I peeked out of one eye and was met by stormy gray ones. A familiar face smirked at me.
"Correction from earlier: not only are you dense, but you're clumsy, too," Castiel said, pulling me upright with only one hand that was located on my back. I blushed and looked away, taking a step away from him.
"Th-Thanks," I murmured. Most of the students were in class now, the late bell ready to ring at any moment. I caught a flash of yellow peering at us behind a classroom door, but as soon as I saw it, it disappeared. "W-Well?! Are you going to help me or not?" I demanded. Castiel opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by approaching footsteps.
"Kana? I thought I heard you somewhere." The smiling face of Nathaniel appeared at the corner of the hallway. He stopped when he saw Castiel standing next to me. I could've sworn their faces both darkened when they met each other's glare. The atmosphere suddenly turned unsettling and eerily quiet, like a storm was about to come. Finally, Nathaniel stopped at the game of shooting daggers at each other and turned to me.
"Let's get to class. The bell's going to ring soon," he said, walking over to me and pulling me away from Castiel.
"A-Ah…" I nodded and allowed Nathaniel to guide me to class, pulling me further and further away from Castiel. I glanced behind me and met his gaze for a second, before he turned and headed the other direction, disappearing around the corner. …What's with them?
"What did he want with you?" Nathaniel asked coldly. Huh? What was that out of the blue?
"Nothing," I decided to say. "He's in my ELA class so I asked him for directions to social studies…"
"Oh I see." He paused for a second, then turned to face me, holding my shoulders with his hands. "Listen, I don't want you to hang around him. He's…not exactly the serious type and you can never tell what that guy's thinking. It would be safer…" He suddenly stopped in his words, his face flushing red. I gave him a curious look, prompting him to go on, but he let go of me like I was on fire.
"S-Sorry, I shouldn't tell you what to do. It's not my place to do so and it's not my business…but just be careful okay?" Nathaniel stuttered, running his fingers through his silky blonde hair.
"It's okay. As the president, you're probably just worried about the students' safety. It's not like I was planning to stay around him any longer anyways. I'm going to need some serious mental therapy if I did." I giggled playfully. Nathaniel's pretty cute when he blushes, too… I felt myself get all giddy at the thought.
"Yeah. It's surprising that someone here actually understands me." He smiled, looking somewhat relieved. "We should really get to class; the bell's going to ring any second." As if to prove his point, the bell set off, its rings echoing through the empty hallways.
"Ah, we're late. Let's go," Nathaniel said, walking ahead of me.
A/N: Gah, my endings are always so awkward…
Anyways, the next update is probably gonna take longer because winter break is ending soon… (NOOOOOOOOOO! TT^TT)
Till next time!~
