A/N Can you believe it's only been about a week? A lot of authors post their chapters on intervals of Friday or on the weekends... Well I do in fact have a posting pattern, uh huh. I finish it's up. That's my pattern XD
MILESTONE: I went to go see Sugarland: The Incredible Machine live at the BOK Center last night (March 5th, in case this gets posted late) and Jennifer and Kristian were EPIC! I screamed do much I tasted blood, hehe.
The Song for This Chapter is: Brick by Boring Brick (acoustic) by Paramore
Chapter 11: Stupid
Stupid. This whole thing was stupid. I've been to school already. I knew more than any kid here, older than me or not. And I certainly knew more than my target.
Why, oh why did Near believe this blonde airhead was Kira? I knew her mother was Kira before, but JEEZ! Seriously? A fifteen year old Kira? Well, I said the same thing about Rose becoming L at her age when Yagami died... but.. Rose's smarter than your average girl, I gotta give her that. There's no way this idiot was Kira. Absoutely no way. It wasn't logical.
So what, she had a notebook. Was it a Death Note? And even if it was, did she even know how to frikkin' use it? Come on, we could all die in a matter of minutes if she was using it as a diary... I'd rather not dwell on what would happen if she wrote her crush's name down... I shudder at thinking of the Death Note falling into an idiot's hands, but this... Amaia Yagami wasn't an idiot. She was a moron.
I'd been following her all around school campus in the open, not bothering to follow her in the shadows. Twice she'd said "Hi," once she said "Are you lost? You must be new here. I don't recognize you from the year book." then she put her perfectly manicured, bubble gum pink nail on her chin. "You can tag along until you learn the school, it looks like we've had all the same classes so far," then I gave myself a mental facepalm as she walked away. I wonder if she was just playing dumb because she was used to stalkers...
It was English and Literature class, 6th period, that things went... down hill.
I had to sit by her, because ther were assigned seats, and the rest of them were freaking full. My luck exactly.
We would have been fine if she hadn't decided to strike up a conversation with me. I would have been fine if I had ditched when I had the chance.
"Oh, hi," she said. "Small school, huh? Well, from here you just return to your homeroom for the remaining two periods, unless you're in a club. I take creative writing, because my mom wants me to. Are you in a club?" she asked, making it impossible to ignore her.
"Debate," I said flatly.
"Debate? I think debate is boring, but that's just my opinion. If you really find something you like, you should..." she droned on and on and on and on... It got to the point where I tuned her out. Why did she do that? Was it a girl thing? Why did girls find it neccessary to speak to the point of no return? If the world was ending, I'm sure Amaia would be chatting up the person who was pressing the "Self Destruct" button. No kidding.
"You know, you're kind of cute," she said suddenly, stopping her lecture about how she would love to "find her passion".
"Uh..." I looked at her, dumbfounded. Cute? What the hell?
"Alright, class!" the teacher, a short woman with curly brown hair said, jumping into sentence structures.
When she gave us a break and assigned an essay, turning to her desk, the kids broke off in little clumps of talkers. Mai turned to me to open her big mouth again, then the bell rang. I jumped up and pranced out of the room, glad to leave the jabber jaws behind. Saved by the bell, I thought to myself.
The last two hours went peacefully. Then I headed to my lightning blue Corvette. I love rubbing it in, he he. But, lo and behold, guess who was following me, for a change. Curse you, karma!
"I didn't get a chance to talk to you earlier..." she started in. What the... didn't get a chance? To talk! She's out of it!
I sighed, leaning up against my car. What did she want? A free ride home? Dinner? I doubted she needed anything for free, Near's told me how the Amane's threw away money. Just because Amaia was a Yagami didn't mean she was any different.
"What's your name?" She simply said. What, no lecture?
Then it sunk in. My name? Crap! "Andrew," I told her cautiously. I flicked on the recorder in my pocket. I hoped she didn't ask for a last name, because my alias only covered a first.
"Oh, that's a nice name. I just wanted to know, because it's awkward to talk when you don't know each other's name. My name is Amaia Yagami," she said holding out her hand, clearly hinting for a last name.
"Well, that's nice. I have to go now, if you don't mind." I said, putting my hand on the car door.
"Okay. See you later, Andy!" she skipped off, and I nearly punched off the rear view mirror. Again with the Andy!
"It's Andrew! Just Andrew!" I called, not undrestanding myself why it got to me like it did. I shook my head and got into the car, fuming. She was so annoying!
A/N short chappie, I know... but I didn't know just how to end it :P
Here's a preview of Rose's upcoming 18th b-day:
"Mello, shut up. I'd feel better if I got hit by a truck, so you've got it pretty good over there," I said, waiting for the Tylenol to kick in.
That's promising, right? XD
