The first day? He was teaching us about the basic structure of Freeze Rays.
Seriously, it was insane.
"Miss Perkins! Since you seem so hypnotized about the lesson, will you tell me the most important component in the construction of a Freeze Ray?" Pfft, he was only picking on me because I was staring at his abnormal head.
"Uh... ice?" I said meekly.
"Correct!" I sighed, "Good thing you were able to absorb some of the information into your small mind!"
Absolutely. Insane.
The bell rang and I ran out of it, my backpack barely on my shoulders as I rushed to the class right next to Science. I looked ahead of time and noticed my sixth period was neighbors with fifth period.
History of Art.
I looked at a relatively young man with long black hair in a low ponytail and a goatee with glowing golden eyes and black dress clothes. Not dress clothes, but formal clothes, like a silky button up shirt and black dress pants.
He was hot.
I shook my head. I will not like this class just because the teacher is drop dead gorgeous.
I sat down and waited for the bell to ring and the rest of the students to sit down wherever they wanted.
Immediately, he started off by saying his name, Mr. Erick, and asking if anyone knew who Hieronymus Bosch was. Timidly, I was the only person to raise my hand into the air.
"Great, what's your name?"
"Emily Perkins."
"What do you know about Bosch?"
"He was a little crazy, and a lot of his paintings revolved around sin, using demons, half-human animals, and machines to portray the evil of mankind. One of his most famous paintings was a triptych called the Garden of Earthly Delights, depicting the creation of Earth, the left being the Garden of Eden, the center the Garden of Earthly Delights, what the whole thing was named after, and the right being a really creepy painting called Hell."
"Huh, I wonder if there's anything left to teach." I blushed and slid down in my seat.
He sat on his desk and with a wave of his hand, a screen came down showing the Garden of Earthly Delights.
"Now, as Emily already said, the middle is called the Garden of Earthly Delights. Any guesses as to what it means?"
A boy raised his hand.
"Whats your name?"
"Quinn. Does it mean that Bosch thought nude beaches were fun?"
"Nice try, but no. Try comparing it to the left. What does the center seem like?"
"Chaos." Quinn replied.
"Better. Emily, what do you think?"
Blushing, I straightened in my seat, "I read that it shows the descent of humanity into sin."
"Right again. You, in the green, what's your name?"
"Janice."
"Janice, look at the woman underneath the birds chair on the right panel. What's she doing?"
Janice squinted before answering, "Sleeping while being molested by some wolf thing."
"And what is the wolf thing doing?"
"Staring at a shiny butt."
"Do you think that the shiny butt could represent a mirror?"
"Yeah, a messed up mirror."
"What do you think the monster holding onto the unconscious woman is?"
"I dunno, demon?"
"And why would the demon be looking into a mirror while holding the woman?"
"Cause it likes it's reflection?"
"Did you know that vanity, or pride, is one of the seven deadly sins?"
"So it's committing a sin while feeling up the lady?"
This girl had no shame.
"The woman in hell who had to commit a sin to get there."
"Oh, so the demon is her sin personified?" And we have a winner!
I think I was going to like this class.
"Nice going in class, you knew everything." Someone complimented me as I was walking out of the room. I turned around to face Quinn. His hair was practically white and spiked, along with his eyes and skin. His eyes were silver, not spiked, and his skin was extremely pale. It would be impossible if he was spiked. Unless he was Spike Boy. His clothes were strictly either black, white, or the occasional silver caused by shiny metal, "I'm Quinn." A fact I was well aware of, genius.
"Emily." I replied, shaking his hand with black chipped nailpolish. His hand was almost identical to mine, except my hand was less manly, had atleast some skin color, and wasn't hairy.
"Want to go out sometime?" He asked, staring into my eyes. His silver orbs seemed to glow slightly and I blinked a few times.
"Um..."
"Come on, say yes."
"Yes." I said automatically, without any thought.
"Good. Kiss me." I leaned in slightly and prepared to kiss him before Mr. Erick slapped Quinn across the head with his newspaper. I jumped back a few feet and mentally slapped myself. What the hell was I thinking?
"How about you don't use your powers on unsuspecting girls?" He said with a smirk.
"What?" I asked, frowning, "His powers make people kiss people? Great crimefighting skill."
"No, his powers are voice activated. He can make anyone do anything he wants if he tells them to."
"How come no one gagged him?" I frowned even more.
"Because so far he hasn't killed somebody."
"Hey, I'm still alive you know." Quinn muttered.
"We know. Go on, you two are going to miss the bus."
After a wave and a goodbye we started walking down hallways with a couple students heading our direction.
"So..." Quinn said, breaking the delicate silence between us two, "You still up for that date?"
SLAP!
"A simple no would do."
Author's Note: Ah, Quinn. Made from powers seen on Supernatural, Quicksilver's white hair, and general stupidity from friends at school. Emily's new sort of friend. No real purpose to the chapter, it's okay if you hate it. Just introducing people and Emily's view on them.