"Just for the record, Danny, when you make new friends try to stray away from the people that are bat-shit crazy."
"Yes, Sam. I know. You've only said that about five times now." I stuck my tongue out at her and she playfully smacked me in retaliation.
"Maybe I'm just hoping something I say will make it through your thick skull."
"Hey! I listen to what you say!" It wasn't my fault what she said didn't always stick in my brain…
"Sure you do, Clueless One."
"I am not clueless!" One of these days, I will figure out what the hell that nickname is about.
"Will you lovebirds stop with the bickering?" Tucker just wanted me to kill him, didn't he?
"WE ARE NOT LOVEBIRDS!" Our response was in perfect unison, just like every other time. I wish I didn't have to say that though.
Not that Tuck would ever find out about that.
Lancer walked in followed by the crazy ass girl we'd met earlier. My head hit the desk several times over. I did not want to deal with her again. Twice was enough, though at the rate she was going, she'd probably manage to actually knock some sense into the A-List.
I can only imagine what price my hide will have to pay for that one.
"Quiet down!" Oh, yes. Because that will shut us all up.
True to prediction, only the nerds and losers got quiet.
"Shut the fuck up or I will hang every last one of you with your intestines." I think she scared even Lancer with that comment, he certainly didn't try to reprimand her for her use of foul language.
Silence fell over the crowd instantly, even the A-List was shocked enough to actually stop gossiping for a minute.
"Thank you." Lancer tried to recover, but he failed miserably. He cleared his throat. "Would you like to introduce yourself then, Bela?
"Я ненавижу вас всех, и я желаю всем вам медленный и извилистый смерти. Это единственное, что ваши дерьмовые оправданий для жизни мог быть хорошим для." She said with a voice dripping with hostility and anger. (I hate you all, and I wish you all a slow and tortuous death. This is the only thing that your shitty excuse for life could be good for.)
"In English please, Bela."
Belarus started over.
"Здравствуй, my name is Bela. (Hello) I come from the country of Belarus, which is very, very, very close to Russia." She grinned for a moment, and then returned to her usual angry face. "I speak several different languages. I was speaking in Russian a moment ago and I am speaking English now. I can also speak Polish, Wszyscy jesteście Pojebane Pojeby (You are all shitheads); Belarusian, Пайшоў на хуй ўсё (Fuck you all); Lithuanian, Nužudyk save (kill yourselves); and I know a small amout of Ukrainian, Ебля повія. (Fucking slut.) I have a big brother and a big sister. No pets. I am engaged, and will marry a man named Ivan soon. He is very handsome. If you try and talk to him, you will die. I am staying in Amity Park for two weeks and since my распутная (slutty) sister said I had to go here everyday, I'm stuck with you суки (bitches). Can I sit down now?" If Lancer knew even half of what she really just said, she'd either rack up more detentions than I have or he'd be completely terrified.
The advantages of facing Skulker on a regular basis? Threats don't bother me much anymore.
"Thank you, Bela. If you would, please take a seat next to Miss Manson." That is not going to end well. "Samantha, raise your hand please and offer a friendly greeting." He's hilarious. Sam? Be friendly to that creepy chick? Not gonna happen.
Sam raised her hand as asked, but her scowl only deepened. Whether it was out of spite or just because she already couldn't stand the girl, I'll never know. Bela took her seat and just as Lancer was about to start today's meaningless lecture, my ghost sense went off. Bela didn't notice it, so I didn't have to worry about trying to explain that to her but I was sure she was going to have a hissy fit at me having to leave as soon as she sat down.
That, or she was going to get a sense of accomplishment if she decided that I was leaving out of fear of her. Either way, I had to get out of here.
My hand shot into the air. "Is there something you need Mr. Fenton?" Lancer was already irritated with me and I hadn't even made my usual request yet.
"Can I go to the restroom?" I said that a little too fast, anxious to get the hell out of there.
Lancer sighed. "Again? Be quick about it." It was kinda sad that Lancer was so used to my bullshitted excuses that he didn't bother trying to stop me anymore. Sometimes I wonder if it would be better to just tell him the truth so he at least knew where I was really going. Then I remembered that the people that knew my secret were in more danger because of it.
Behind me, I heard Bela request to go to the bathroom as well and I knew I couldn't get away with transforming in the deserted hall this time. I started actually running towards the bathrooms right as I heard the class down the hall burst into laughter and an unintellagible response come from a flustered Lancer that could only mean Bela had pulled out the same excuse Sam did to get out of class when the shit was really hitting the fan in a fight.
I caught sight of a running Bela and Sam fighting to keep up as I turned the corner down the hall. The look on Sam's face told me that I had to hurry up and get the hell out of here or I wouldn't be able to without Bela finding out my secret.
The bathroom door was in sight, and I had to fight to keep myself from actually running to it. If I started running now it would only raise suspicion in Bela and with as crazy as that girl is, I wouldn't be able to get her off my tail easily. Why the hell did I have to run into all the crazy girls? First Paulina stalking my ghost form and now I've got Bela who seems intent on making my life hell. At least Sam seemed sane most of the time.
Maybe she did have something with her pledge to go against the norms of society. It apparently kept girls sane…
Wait...Bela was a clear counter example of that, never mind.
I flung the door open as I finally reached it, praying to God that Bela would have the decency to stay the hell out of the boys' bathroom. I didn't get a chance to find out as I had phased through the floor and into the abandoned closet on the floor below to change before Bela even had the opportunity to catch sight of me.
There was loud music playing outside that could only belong to one person: Ember.
Joy. Another bat-shit crazy girl to deal with today.
"Finally ditch the babysitting side job?"
"Good to see you too, babypop." She smirked, her guitar at the ready.
She sent one of her powered chords at me, closely followed by a second and third as I dodged repeatedly. "Good to see that your aim still sucks."
"What the hell was that?!" Oh...this was so not good.
"Ivan! Get the hell out of here!" I turned to him for only a second, that was long enough to see Bela, closely followed by Sam with an apologetic look on her face.
"Get away from my Russia, you fucking bitch!" Joy. Now I had to deal with Bela as well. Does the world just hate me today?
A look of understanding crossed Ember's face when Bela called Ivan Russia. She had to have known something I didn't as she was suddenly more interested in taunting Ivan than me. "I never thought I'd see one of you in this part of the world." The way she said it told me there was some significance to the statement, but I couldn't figure out what it was for the life of me. "Do you remember Catherine the Great?" Ivan turned bright red as I fought to remember where the hell I'd heard that name before. "Oh, good. You haven't forgotten her. I'm sure she be glad to know Belarus still scares you shitless." Ember smirked as the name finally clicked in my mind.
Catherine the Great was one of the most famous rulers of Russia, but how the hell would Ivan know her? She died centuries ago, it just wasn't possible.
And yet, Ember was taunting him with her name alone in such a way that you'd think the guy had a crush on her.
"You can tell that bitch to stay the fucking hell away from my Russia! He's mine and she can take a nice little visit to the depths of hell with me as her personal guide if she thinks she can so much as look at my Russia!" Right...so, Bela really didn't like this Catherine character which probably meant Ivan did have a crush on her.
But why the hell was Bela referring to Ivan as Russia again?
My attention was grabbed by a smirk on Ember's face that very rarely proceeded something good. "So Belarus, tell me. How does it feel to lose your brother's heart to a girl who's been dead for a couple centuries?"
"I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Normally, I would question Ember's seemingly insane words and Bela's response, but I had more important things to worry about at the moment. I shot forward, moving in to attack and found that a combination of my lack of sleep and worrying about the two onlookers was not doing me any favors in this fight.
On the bright side, Ember really hadn't gotten any better with her aim so dodging her attacks wasn't very hard.
It only hit me that it was too easy to escape her onslaught of attacks when I heard a cry from the ground. I turned to see Ivan on the ground after having been knocked over after becoming the victim of Ember's latest attack.
In other news, Bela looked royally pissed off about the whole thing, and that was being nice about it.
Yup...me and Fish are lazy and neglected this for a while... Oh well! You all have an update now! :D
Invisible One