Chapter 2

It was lunchtime and Sebastian sat alone in the corner of the cafeteria, reading his new manga as he slowly ate his tuna salad sandwich. P.E. had gone much better that expected. He had decided to take a specialty volleyball class instead of regular P.E. because he had the impression volleyball wouldn't involve a copious amount of running, which was his weakest point. His first day of school had consisted of his teachers reading the syllabus and the class rules. Pretty boring, but those things just had to be done.

Sebastian couldn't wait until his home economics class. He had always loved to cook and he immediately signed up when he heard there would be a cooking class.

"Hey Sebastian!" Mey-rin called, a bit too loudly as she walked over to the boy dressed in a pink sweater. The crimson-haired girl stumbled over to his table in the back, tripping over her skirt every so often.

"Hey, do you mind if I sit there? I can't seem to find a table that's not near a trashcan." She asked, adjusting her large bow nervously.

"By all means." He said, gesturing to the empty chair.

"What's that you're reading?"

"This is a manga, you know, Japanese comic, called Black Butler."

"Oh I've heard of that! Somebody mentioned it to me when they heard my name was Mey-rin. She said I look exactly like that maid there. Though, she's far sighted while I'm nearsighted." Mey-rin said, beaming at Sebastian. She thought he was the most adorable thing on earth. As she glanced at the cover, she said Sebastian looked quite a lot like butler Sebastian.

"No, he's much more handsome than I am. Besides, he's 6'1" and I'm only 5'6." He said, scratching the back of his head and blushed. Sebastian Michaelis was his guilty fanboy crush, as well as his role model. He just couldn't get over how amazing that demon butler was. He was so confident in himself, and Sebastian envied that kind of confidence. He had always been insecure about his feminine figure, as well as his comic obsession. Nobody else ever seemed to accept him for what he was.

"Oh you're more than handsome enough, Sebastian. What would make you think otherwise?" She asked, smiling giddily at him.

"Well, if you'll notice, my sense of fashion isn't quite up to snuff." Sebastian said, looking down at his bow tie. "But it's how I like to dress and I guess it's just too dorky for anybody to be seen with me." Sebastian said, shrugging.

"Mine isn't the most wonderful outfit either." She said indicating her ankle-length khaki shirt. Her maroon polo was tucked into the skirt, much like the uniforms he had been forced to wear at his old school.

"I used to wear a uniform every day at school, so I never really had an opportunity to develop a sense of style."

"Oh well that's quite alright!" She said, still beaming at him. "I don't really pay attention to what I wear, as long as it's comfortable."

"The suspenders always help avoid being pantsed by some random bully." He joked, taking a bite of his food.

Mey-rin giggled. She wouldn't quite mind seeing his boxers, but god knows what that would do to the kid's pride.

"Well, on another subject, what classes do you have in the afternoon?" Sebastian asked, pulling out his schedule from his backpack.

"I have English next, then there's World History and Studio art 1." She said, examining her schedule. "What do you have?"

"Next I have French 4, followed by- oh! We have world history the same period. Who's your teacher?"

"Somebody named… William T. Spears?" She asked, hoping she would be in the same class.

"Yeah same! So I'll see you later then."

Mey-rin was inwardly jumping for joy, but on the outside she maintained most of her composure. She wanted very much to get to know this Sebastian better. He was very sweet and quiet, but she felt like he had something else…

The rest of lunch went rather well, that is, until Claude began prowling towards the two of them. The smaller red-eyed male raised an eyebrow as he saw the tall figure approaching. Sebastian knew this couldn't be good.

"Michaelis…" Claude began, slapping Sebastian's back in a less-than-friendly manner. "I believe I have a fight to pick with you. Now why don't you get out of that seat so I can talk to miss Mey there.

"You'd getter get away from if you know what's good for you, Faustus." Mey-rin said, her eyes suddenly darkening as she gave him a piercing stare.

"Got a body guard, have you Michaelis? Well, it won't do you any good. My buddies back here won't take any shit from you or your friends."

At that, Mey-rin stood up, her pigtails falling out to show her long dark violet hair.

"I told you to leave us alone." She said, her eyes shooting daggers at the bully. In an instant, she quickly pressed into Claude's shoulder, followed by a series of other small taps to his leg, neck, back, and arms. She did the same to the three dunces behind him, and watched them all become weak-kneed. Claude nearly dropped his lunch bag as his limbs trembled.

"What the hell?" He asked, angry and red in the face.

Mey-rin smirked, pulling Sebastian along with her as she walked away. "Enjoy that, boys." She said, not even looking back.

Sebastian's eyes were wide, shocked at the ninja-like skill of his new friend.

"Where did you learn to do that?" He whispered loudly, his mouth agape in shock and awe.

"I was trained in martial arts when I was really little, yes I was. Eventually my family taught me the pressure points of the human body when I was good enough. My mum was always really into guns, so she taught me a few tricks as well…"

The purple-headed girl blushed slightly as she saw a flash of fear cross Sebastian's eyes.

"Oh please don't let it intimidate you. I'm here to help! I'm your friend, and I'd never try to hurt you."

Sebastian's shoulders relaxed. He knew Mey-rin was sincere from the look of hopefulness in her eyes, but he couldn't help the slight lingering pang of fear in the very back of his mind.

Just then, the bell rang again, signaling the start of afternoon classes.

"Looks like I need to go to French! I guess I'll see you in history."

"Oh, um see ya, Sebastian!"

French went very well, Sebastian being nearly fluent already was leaps and bounds ahead of the rest of the class. His teacher, Mr. Chamber, suggested a transfer into IB French 5 or higher. Possibly even AP. The first day was going so well, and Sebastian nearly forgot about what had happened earlier that same day. World history was going to be fun.

Mey-rin was waving her arms very conspicuously when Sebastian entered the classroom. She had saved a seat for him next to the large world map hanging from the wall. As usual, the students in his class were high-achieving, and all knew each other from the year previous. Quickly Sebastian observed the little cliques of girls gossiping and giggling about something ridiculous. The males on the other hand were all debating the "xbox vs playstation" controversy. Sebastian enjoyed video games very much, his favorite being assassin's creed II, closely followed by Bioshock infinite and amnesia, but as he was about to join in, the teacher walked in at the exact moment the bell rang.

His presence alone was enough to silence the entire classroom. An air of discomfort seemed to encompass the entire room, nobody even daring to move. Mr. Spears, as it was marked on his schedule, promptly walked to the front of the room and wrote his name in perfect cursive on the white board.

"Good afternoon, class. My name is William T. Spears, and you are all to address me as Mr. Spears. Not Mr. William, not Mr. T, not Mr. S, and definitely not simply as 'William' or 'Spears.' I require a certain level of formality in my classroom, as well as complete attention and discipline. I have no tolerance for disobedience in this classroom. If you disobey this list of rules, I shall promptly have you removed from the classroom. Are there any questions so far?"

Nobody answered. Sebastian already felt intimidated by this man, and the year had barely begun.

"Right then." Mr. Spears continued, "I am now handing out the semester's syllabus. You must all read it thoroughly and return here by Friday with the last page signed by a parent or guardian. Do not attempt to forge it, as it is very obvious and also against school policy. We will have a quiz every two weeks to ensure you are keeping up with your studies. If you are absent, make-up dates must be arranged with me personally if excused. Otherwise, you will receive a zero for that quiz. Now, please read the list of rules and expectations on the back of the first page."

Sebastian flipped open the small packet and began.

"1) Students must be in their assigned seats before the bell rings to begin class.

2) There will be no eating or drinking in this classroom, with the exception of water, during, before, or after class unless given explicit permission.

3) Students must throw all trash away in the proper waste bin or recycling bin.

4) All assignments must be turned in on time, with the penalty of -10% if turned in the day after.

5) No assignments will be accepted after the deadline except under extenuating circumstances.

6) Students are allowed to speak only during group work, class discussions, or when asking questions, signaled with a raised hand.

7) All cellular devices and other electronics will be confiscated if a student is using them without permission.

8) If a student leaves clear writing or drawings on his or her respective desk, all students who sit at that specific desk throughout the day must return after school to clean the desk.

9) Note passing, rubber band flicking, paper throwing, or other disruptive actions are prohibited.

10) Copying or cheating on an assignment, quiz, or test, will result in a zero with no opportunity to reassess."

Sebastian's mind began wandering away from the piece of paper he was staring at, finding the standard list of expectations repetitive and boring. His eyes scanned the rest of the room, finding about the exact same boredom emitting from his peers.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the bully from earlier walked in calmly with a late slip. Of course, the entire class stared for a moment, but Claude's piercing gaze frightened the majority of them back to the syllabus. Sebastian put in a very strong effort not to look towards Claude's direction, making himself as small as possible.

Mey-Rin on the other hand, went out of her way to make eye contact with the spider, a silent warning.

"Mr. Faustus, you are not listed as a student for this class period."

"I had a schedule conflict, so I had no choice. If I did I certainly wouldn't have picked you." Claude sneered, handing Mr. Spears the slip of paper. The older male ignored the rude comment, scanning the paperwork for any errors. When he found none, he assigned the new student to the desk adjacent to his own.

Sebastian turned away, hoping beyond hope that Claude wouldn't notice him amidst the other students. His crimson eyes were wide with fear as he mouthed "OH HELL NO" to mey-rin.

Author's Note: I'M SO SORRY FOR IGNORING THIS STORY FOR OVER A YEAR! Guess what guys: I have a life! and that's obviously a problem if I want to keep writing fanfics. Don't give up on this story though! I have so many plans for it right now, and the only issue is actually writing all my ideas down. I'm so sorry to my readers who left such wonderful reviews, and I will not abandon this fanfic. This will definitely be OOC, but to what degree, only time will tell. Review, and see you all next time!