- MULDER - 6
We all got out of Monica's car; Scully glad to be getting out of earshot of Monica's and my flirting, Monica dreamily exiting the car like this was the best day of her life, and me, reluctantly. First days were always the hardest, then, if you were lucky, they got easier. I wasn't always lucky.
"Come on, Mulder, I'll show you where the office is so you cant get your schedule and get the hell out of my life," Scully said, sighing as she spoke.
"Dana, I'll take him," Monica began to argue, but Scully cut across her, an annoyed look flashing on her beautiful face, her left eyebrow arching and her lips pinched together. I decided that I loved that look.
"I can handle it Monica. I think Mulder needs a break. We can only guess how much power-flirting his little man can handle." She eyed my crotch shamelessly.
"Excuse me, but I do not appreciate the sexual harassment." I said, smirking.
"You're one to talk! Sexual harassment my ass!" Scully said, her eyebrows creasing her forehead in frustration. Monica was looking a little irritated at being ignored. She sighed as if to aware us of her presence, as if we had forgotten.
"Well, Mulder, I guess I'll see you after school," Monica said, trying very hard and somewhat desperately to redirect my attention to her again as opposed to her best friend.
"Yeah, all right Monica," I said, my eyes swiveling to look at her. "Forget me not my love, in this time we spend apart. Though distance can grow, feelings remain; you'll always have my heart." I said, grabbing her hand and kissing it softly. She sighed, turned, and walked away.
"Could you be any more of a womanizer? You know that if you fool with someone's heart, you could get yourself into trouble, especially if that someone if Monica," Scully said, after recovering from my display of affection towards Monica.
"How do you know I'm fooling with it? What she actually has captivated me?" I looked sideways at her as we walked down the hall. Her face flushed slightly and I wondered if there was worry lurking in her eyes.
"Let's just get to the office. Then I'll go my way and you can go write Monica some more poetry," she said, her voice deep and brusque, as if my last comment had jabbed in the exact spot she was vulnerable.
"Lead the way, Scully," I said, bowing and thrusting my arm out, gesturing that she proceed before me.
"You are so juvenile," she muttered under her breath.
"Ah, yes, Mr. Mulder," the receptionist at the front desk in the office said when Scully and I arrived and I gave my name. "Here is your schedule. Just ask any of the teachers if you need help finding your classrooms. Have a pleasant first day," she said, a smile plastered on her face. Negative Ned internally questioned the likelihood and landed on unbelievably improbable.
"Let me see," Scully said, snatching my schedule out of my hand and scanning the page. Her mouth opened slowly in what I assumed to be disbelief as her eyes ran across the sheet. "This is impossible," she said, her voice soft as she annunciated every word slowly and deliberately.
"What?" I said, me taking the sheet this time. "What is it? These classes are I registered for. What?" I asked again, seeing that her face remained the same.
"These…these are my classes. This is my schedule! How did you get my schedule?!" she demanded, the skepticism fading to anger, as many of her emotions did.
"How should I know?" I asked, getting flustered by her rage. It wasn't my fault that we were in all the same classes! I didn't ask for this.
She stomped to the receptionist, handed her the schedule and asked sweetly, in a tone that hid her anger, "Excuse me, but how is this possible? His schedule is the exact same as mine. Everything about it is identical."
"Well, now," the receptionist said, examining the list for herself. "I'm not sure. What a coincidence."
"This is more than coincidence," she said, irritation cracking her immaculate manner. She struggled to keep her voice reasonable. "This is impossible. He can't have the same classes, ALL the same classes as me."
"Apparently he can, dear. I don't see why you're so upset. I'd consider yourself lucky," the woman said, winking at me. Was she hitting on me?
"ARGH!" Scully yelled exasperatedly, turning back to me, grabbing my arm and pulling my out into the hall. I went willingly, assuming that we were heading to "our" homeroom. This was going to be fun.