Chapter 8~ Advanced Calculus
We pulled up to Ouran Academy. I was nervous. Tamaki was trying to calm me down. Lets just say that it didn't really help. At all. He kept saying that everyone was going to love me because I'm such an amazing girl. Where was this speech this morning when he called me a trucker?
Kyoya didn't say anything to help me feel better, if anything he was doing worse that Tamaki. "You know you won't fit in at all," was the first thing he had said to me since we got into the car. I had glared at him. For some reason Tamaki thought it had been a good idea to place me next to the boy that has been nothing but a jerk to me since I met him.
"No one asked you for your opinion," I told him. He smirked. Seriously, every time I see that stupid smirk on his face I feel my skin crawl and I just want to hurt him in some way.
He adjusted his glasses, the sunlight reflected off of the lenses, "However true that may be, you know you were thinking it."
I crossed my arms, "How would you possibly know what's going through my mind right now? Hmm? Please, enlighten me." He pulled his laptop out of his bag. I didn't really know what that had to do with my question, but I didn't say anything about it either. He typed in a bunch of things.
"Emiku Hanari. Daughter of Tsukiko Hanari and Yuzuru Suoh. Attended St. Lobelia's Girls Academy every year for schooling. Best grades are in art and science classes. Failed math and history," he looked up at me over the rims of his glasses, "twice. Played soccer for three years until you broke your knee and had to quit. Your favorite subjects to paint are people and landscapes. You like to sing when you think no one's list-" I had to cut him off.
"How the hell do you know all of that? Especially that last one?" He closed his eyes while he shut his laptop and replaced it in his bag. I heard Tamaki gasp, obviously at my use of the word hell.
Kyoya looked at me with that nauseating smirk of his, "I have my sources."
That was how my wonderful first day at Ouran Academy began. I left them and went straight to the main office to pick up my schedule. The lady behind the desk was very nice, she even offered to find someone to show me around. I figured that part was probably a mandatory question though. I had declined and stepped outside of the office. I looked at my schedule;
First Period: Homeroom
Second Period: History
Third Period: Painting
Fourth Period: Greek
Lunch
Fifth Period: Advanced Placement Physics
Sixth Period: Physical Education
Seventh Period: Advanced Placement Calculus
I felt my eyes widen as I read the last class. Are these people trying to kill me? Trying to make my brain explode? There is no way I am going to be able to sit in an AP Calculus class without my brain imploding. I turned and went back into the office. "Yes, is there something wrong Miss Hanari?" The lady asked, a concerned look on her face. I could only imagine how my facial expression looked at the moment.
"Yes, I'm signed up for AP Calculus. I'm afraid I won't be able to take that class. I was only in Algebra II at my other school." She reached her hand out for my schedule and I handed it to her. She typed something into the computer in front of her.
"I'm afraid this is the only math class that has an opening."
I felt like I was about to cry. There was no way I was going to be able to get through that class. "Can I take a different course until a spot opens up?"
The lady shook her head, "Every student must have a math course in their schedule." I nodded. I understood that I was stuck. Maybe I could find someone that would be willing to help me? I hope so.
"Thank you anyway," I said as I slowly made my way to my homeroom class. I found the classroom easily and as I opened the door I could hear the voices of the other students in there. It reminded me of my old homeroom, except with this one there were male voices mixed into the bunch. I entered the room and the first thing I saw was the blond hair of a very familiar boy. He turned his violet eyes on me and leapt to my side.
He hugged me, "I knew my little sister would be in this class with me!" Over his shoulder, I could see some of the girls in the class sending me threatening messages with their eyes. The looks they were giving me were so beyond glares, I had no name for them. Tamaki let go of me and I made my way to the teacher who was sitting at her desk, I handed her my schedule. For some reason I had to show it to all of my teachers, I guess to make sure I wasn't just some random girl that decided to show up to the wrong school.
"Welcome Miss Hanari. Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?" I knew it wasn't a question as much as it was a command stated politely in the form of an option. Everyone took their seats, even Tamaki who looked to be about ready to jump out any second and start dancing around the room. How can he have so much energy all the time?
I gave the class a small wave. I wasn't shy. No where near it actually. I just knew that these girls already didn't like me, so I wasn't going to overstep any boundaries that they had set for the new girl. "I'm Emiku Hanari, I just transferred here from Lobelia Academy. My passion in life is painting and I can be kind of talkative sometimes. Um…" I looked over to the teacher, "I think that's really it." She nodded.
"Take a seat anywhere that's available." I nodded and made my way to an empty desk. I didn't bother to see who it was by, but after I sat down and looked to my right, I saw Tamaki sitting there smiling at me. Then I looked to my left, I had to choose this seat didn't I? I really do like torturing myself, don't I? He turned his head and my gaze was met with his gray eyes. Lovely, just lovely.
Emiku: How could you do that to me, Megan?
Megan: I have no idea what you mean, Emi.
Emiku: Are you trying to kill me? 'Cause that is what's going to happen.
Megan: You're not going to die... as far as I know, but I'm no doctor.
Emiku: You are not funny.
Even to a complete and total math nerd, Advanced Calculus sounds very scary. Especially since I gave up on math durning the second week of school. Anyway, please review!
