Chapter 2: English Class
"And just like that, he said he was gonna act up? That Asshole."
This was why Catherine didn't tell Abby about her morning encounters with Cain. It got Cain cursed out and added fuel to the fire. "But…I mean, he was gonna do it anyway. You know how much he likes attention."
"Dude, don't mean he should do it like that. Look at Riff. He likes attention, but he does the right way. He goes through academics and that crap." Abby rolled her eyes, not even batting them at the fact she referred to 'Mr. Raffit' as 'Riff' One of the perks that Riff was a College Freshman – you could call him what you like.
"And this is coming from the girl who got suspended last year for getting into a fight?" Catherine raised an eyebrow.
"I don't seek attention and that was me slapping a kid, not a fight. And besides, the guy does the every freaking day. Seriously, somebody needs to kick the baka in da ass so he might get some sense in his head. And then he goes off to kiss you like you guys in some 'ollywood film? Seriously, can I punch the dude in the face? Hey Ms. Rush." Coming down from her rant, Abby had long since perfected the art of greeting people at the end as if she was still ranting. The English teacher didn't bat an eye, going on with straightening her things to walk out the door.
"Why, look who it is; the Princess and the dog." Cain's joking voice echoed in the near-empty classroom. A few other students stood frozen, all thinking the same. And he is so dead. The thought was even in Catherine's head.
Abby didn't react, walking to her seat behind and to the side of Cain, placing down her pile of books and jumping over the desk to stand beside the junior. Ms. Rush wouldn't be back in the room for another five minutes and no other teacher would be either: perfect.
Abby grabbed Cain's foot – which rested on top of his other one while that one rested on top his desk – and twisted it to the right. Cain showed no pain and Abby kept twisting. It may not cause him pain, but –
PLOP! Abby smiled as Cain – Abercrombie clothes and all – fell to the floor. She did a little jump, spun on her heels and walked up and down the aisle to her desk. She took out a book and immediately, detached from the world around her.
Cain stood and sat back in the same position, as if the sophomore hadn't ever existed. Catherine huffed, but took out her own book. She knew she'd be tongue-tied if she tried to discipline Cain. The only way Abby got away with it was because his magic didn't work on her. It worked on every other girl in the school, but not her.
The first five minutes were of course quiet – as usual – but as soon as the class truly began, chaos erupted.
"Cain, please take your feet off the desk."
Cain obeyed, but that brought him to talking to Juan Huerta – local school annoyance.
"Cain, Juan, please face forward and pay attention."
Cain half listened, looking forward. But when Ms. Bylut – the second teacher – asked the class to take out their books, Catherine finally noticed that Cain had forgotten his, Juan, too. Oh, boy – trouble's brewing.
"Boys, where are your books?"
"I forgot mine." Juan's voice was HEAVILY laced with sarcasm and joking.
"Oh right!" Abby's voice suddenly popped up instead of Cain's. "Hey, Cain, this is yours. Sorry, I must've taken it yesterday." Abby quickly handed Cain the book, taking another one from her pile. She flashed a smile, seemingly warm. But Catherine and Cain both knew she was being snobby.
"Gee, thanks." Cain gave a strained smile, burying his face in the book to hide a rare blush.
They read the section – Confucius –and were told to get in groups to come up with their own sentences.
"So, what makes you think that you can just completely control Neko-chan?" Abby got straight down to business, the sentences already written way before they had gotten together.
"Why, what are you talking about, Abby? I'm not controlling sweet Catherine." Cain explained, glaring back at the sophomore.
"Dude, you did your magic spell thing and tongue-tied her. You know that don't work on me." Abby gave her 'I-don't-believe-you-in-the-slightest-elfin'-way' look.
Cain opened his mouth, but instead of him trying to work his 'magic' once more, a shrill ringing went off instead.
"Fire Drill!"
