Chapter 4: Could This Day Get More Awkward?
I took a few breaths to calm myself before entering the class. The classroom had huge windows on the far wall. Students were in single-armed desks facing the white board.
Mr. Harper, I presumed, was at the whiteboard writing our homework assignments.
Mr. Harper was an elderly man. He was half bald and wore half-moon glasses. Aside from the baldness, he almost reminded me of Dumbledore from Harry Potter. He looked over to me.
"May I help you?" He asked me.
"Hi, I'm supposed to be in this class…" I said, reaching for my schedule. I noticed he was looking at me like he'd never seen me before. "I'm new," I bluntly explained.
He walked over to me and reached his hand out. "May I see your schedule?"
I nodded and handed him the paper. He looked at it and nodded, his eyes looking back at me. "Well, welcome uhh…." He looked down at my schedule again for my name.
"Kalina. You can just call me Kali."
"Welcome, Kali. Let's see where you can sit." His eyes looked to the class, skimming for an empty desk. He pointed to a desk behind a blonde haired boy. "Ah, you can sit behind this gentleman. What's your name, young man?"
The blonde haired boy looked sheepishly at the teacher. "Uh, Eric."
I looked at the students surrounding Eric and who do I find? The werewolf jerk who had kissed me just moments ago.
Mr. Harper motioned for me to sit so he could continue with the class. There was only about five minutes left.
I walked over to my seat and sat in it. My seat was directly diagonal from the werewolf. I looked over to see him smirking at me. I narrowed my eyes, giving the best angry glare I could give. He then started puckering his lips like he was going to kiss me. I groaned in disgust and looked away.
A few minutes went by and I could feel the Jerk staring at me. The bell rang, thank god. Mr. Harper dismissed us and I walked out of there as fast as I could, wanting to get to my next class. Which happened to be French, when I looked at my schedule again.
I got to my French class earlier than planned. Probably because I didn't want to encounter The Jerk again. My French teacher was female. She was young and had a kind smile as she looked at me.
"Hello! I'm Ms. Flannery, your French teacher. What's your name?" she asked, looking down at her clipboard.
"Oh, I wouldn't be in there. I just transferred in today!" I explained. I gave her my schedule and she wrote down my name on the bottom. She put a check mark there to show that I was present.
"Welcome, Kali! I hope you enjoy this class! Please, sit anywhere. That will be your seat until the second semester starts."
I looked at the empty classroom and decided I would sit somewhere in the middle. The desks were big tables that could fit two people and their books. I walked to one of the middle row desks and sat closest to the window. I was going to sigh in contentment when I saw someone walk in. It wasn't just anyone.
It was The Jerk.
Ms. Flannery asked for his name.
"James. James Ambrose." He eyes swept over the classroom and saw me. Our eyes met and he grinned like he was a trickster who had something up his sleeve.
James, huh? That was a name I'd always liked… I mentally kicked myself back into the present before I did or said anything stupid that he would make fun of me for.
"Sit anywhere. That will be your seat until the second semester starts," Ms. Flannery said. God, I wonder how many times she will have to say that today.
I focused my attention on James who was walking towards a seat in front of me. Then, like a light switch, I saw his eyes change—it meant he was going to do something else. I prepared myself to punch him in case he was going to kiss me again. Instead, he walked around to my desk.
No, no, no. Ugh, this was not happening.
He sat in the chair next to me and got himself comfortable. I was trying, extremely hard, not to growl in annoyance.
Everyone in the new French class filed in quickly before the bell rang. Ms. Flannery passed around the clipboard to the whole class since she wanted to get a head start on the guidelines for the class and what will be explored through the whole year.
I caught James staring at me a couple times. Except, instead of being the cocky jerk he was, he was serious. And…it kind of made me wonder what he was thinking. The bell rang some minutes later and he turned to me.
"So, just wondering, what other classes do you have?"
"Why, so you can give me more surprise kisses?" I retorted, glaring at him. "I'm still pissed off by that, you know!"
He smiled. "Maybe."
I gathered my papers and started walking away. I turned around and put on the best wicked grin I could.
"Well, I guess you'll have to wait and see."
By the end of the day, it turned out that James was in 5 of the 8 classes I had. I sighed.
This was going to be a long school year.
The house was quiet when I arrived home later that afternoon from school. I figured Klaus was out and Caroline was off organizing her closet.
"Hello! I'm home from school!" I yelled to the inside of the house. I had hoped no one was home and I could just lay down to take a nice nap. First day of school was tough. I walked into the kitchen to get a blood bag. Maybe having some blood will get me energized.
That's when I heard Klaus and Caroline upstairs. They were on their way downstairs to the kitchen. I could tell something was up when they walked in, but I didn't know what. I put away the blood bag, deciding I'll just have some later.
"How was your first day of school? Anything to tell me?" Caroline asked, excited to hear what my first day had to offer.
"Uhm, It was…ok," I simply said, looking at how disheveled Caroline's clothes were. Her hair was messy, too. I looked Klaus over and saw the same results.
They both looked at me with a what-are-you-looking-at expression.
That's when it dawned on me.
"Oh, HELL, no! Please, tell me for the love of god that you two weren't doing what I think you were doing!" I exclaimed. The look they gave each other was all I needed.
"Ugh. Ugh! Ugh!" I walked to the stairs as fast as I could. I needed to get that mental image out of my head as soon as possible. I went to my room and before closing it, I answered their question.
"School was good, except for the fact that some werewolf jerk kissed me without my permission. And it also turns out that he's in 5 of my classes. So, there ya go. My first day!" I'd said it with heavy sarcasm.
I knew what I'd said probably caught them off guard and closed the door. I locked it since I knew one of them (Klaus, most likely) would barge in and start interrogating me about the werewolf and set him straight for kissing his daughter. Right now, I still had that mental image and wanted that completely gone before I spoke to either of them again. Walking over to my stereo I put on some gothic rock and blasted it in my room.
A/N: Next chapter will be a flashback to when Kali was born. The chapter after that will be Christmas related. =) Hope you guys enjoyed!