Author's Notes:
-Happy almost New Year everyone! I hope you enjoy this chapter, although, of course, there's more angst! (I'm so evil!)
I was no where near ready for the chemistry test, and even worse, Priscilla kept teasing me about my crush on Yumi. For example, I'll tell you what she said right before we entered Mrs. Fritz's room.
Priscilla: Why do you continue to dream of the one girl you know you can never have?
William: Shut it, Priscilla!
Priscilla: I'm just telling you the truth. Even if Yumi ever returns, you'll never steal her heart.
She was nothing more than a wicked witch trying to crush my hopes and dreams. I knew I couldn't have Yumi, but I thought that was only because she was insane (aka-possessed by Xana.) If Yumi was here, would she try and prove Priscilla wrong? Would she try and humiliate me in front of Yumi? I asked myself so many questions, I didn't realize that the test started five minutes ago.
Dang it! I mentally shouted to myself. I tried to focus on my test, but my thoughts were scattered. With facing Xana, trying to save Yumi, all of the homework that's given to me, and everything else, I hadn't had much time to study or prepare myself for tests. By the time lunch was being served, I just sat with Sammy, and I hadn't touched my lunch at all.
Sammy: Come on William, shouldn't you eat something before gym class?
William: I would, but my appetite's been thrown out the window. (he mumbles to himself as he stirs his spoon in a bowl) Along with my hopes and dreams...
Sammy: Priscilla trying to crush your dreams again?
William: Yeah... What if she's right? What if I really have no chance with Yumi?
Sammy: You can't let those thoughts get to your head. Priscilla wants you to give up.
William: So does Mrs. Fritz... She absolutely hates me...
Sammy: Ok, then, back to the you and Yumi thing. Do you believe that she loves you or have any proof that she likes you?
William: That's the thing. It's hard to tell. Sometimes I think she may be using me to make Ulrich jealous, but other times, she seems to be a little interested in me.
Sammy: When Yumi seems to be interested in you, what does she do? Does she blush, does she hold you close? Tell me what she does.
William: Well, she smiles at me a lot. She seems to blush sometimes, but also I remember trying to kiss her at least once, maybe twice. She seemed hesitant and backed away from me. She then entered her house, leaving me all alone outside her gate.
Sammy: Hmm... My best guess is that she's uncertain how she feels about you because you're trying to sweep her off her feet. She may be scared because you're playing your cards so quickly. Or perhaps, she's in denial. Maybe you're trying to rush into things too quickly. Or possibly a combination of the above. Just something to consider. (William briefly smiles)
William: Thanks for the advice, Sam. (he frowns again) Although considering that Yumi has disappeared, I'm not sure if it will help me very much.
Sammy: Don't give up, William. Someday, you'll find a way to save her.
William: Thanks, Sammy. With Priscilla being a jerk-face, Mrs. Fritz being the worst teacher ever and everything else, it would be nice to have her back by my side.
Sammy: Uh... Will...
William: What? You know that she's the worst teacher ever. She's a wicked witch! Why did we have to get her in the first place?! She shouldn't be here! She's nosy, mean, and she always jumps to conclusions! She says I'm the one who should be expelled, but she's the one who should be fired!
Sammy: Uh, William... Behind you... (he turns and sees Mrs. Fritz, he screams and falls out of his seat)
William: Mrs. Fritz! Uh, how long have you been standing there? (he gets up)
Mrs. Fritz: Long enough to hear you rant about me. Is this what you spend your free time doing?
Priscilla: That, and daydreaming about Yumi.
William: Priscilla, stay out of this! (he turns to Mrs. Fritz) At least I have the courtesy to not say anything like this to your face.
Mrs. Fritz: Talking about others behind their backs is worse than insulting them to the face. At least in my opinion. Four hours of detention for you, Mr. Dunbar!
William: What?! Four hours?! (Priscilla snickers)
Mrs. Fritz: If you keep arguing, it'll be six. (William sighs)
That made me slip into depression again, so I skipped my lunch of beef stew with vegetables, and I regretted doing that. By the time I reached gym class, I was miserable.