Chapter 35:

Biology

Stella winced as a wet rolled up piece of paper (officially dubbed the spit wad, spitball) hit her neck. Ignore, ignore, ignore. Stella furiously pound out that one word into her brain, mentally of course. Steven was acting up again.

KILL HIM! A small devil (that looked oddly like her) on Stella's left shoulder roared, flames were in her eyes. It had appeared in a swirl of flames. Stella blinked at…her. It. Psycho Stelly.

No, no. You must control yourself and turn the other cheek. Repay evil with good. An angel Stella look alike popped up on her right shoulder. Stellar Angel, I dub thee.

Great, I have Krunkitus. As if things could get any worse. SHOO!

Both Stella's, Pyscho Stelly and Stellar Angel disappeared. Stella sighed in relief and turned back to her book work (bleagh!). Another spit wad hit her. This time on the behind her ear. Hello Pyscho Stelly and Stellar Angel.

Stella was so busy shooing the two away and trying to snap out of her mental delusions that Stella wasn't paying attention to Mr. Blackwall's lecture.

"Today we will be studying pheromones and there irresistible effect on the opposite gender…"

Class flew by for Stella, quicker then anticipated. In fact Stella was so deep in her thought concentration she didn't realize class was over until half of the passing period was over. When she came in tune with reality and the huge possibility, the high probability that she could in fact be tardy for her next class she panicked.

A spitball awakened her to the real word and after a terse exchange of vehement words with Steven she fled the room running into a counter in her haste. It was one of those you hit your knee so hard you can't walk straight without pain for a good 15 minutes. It was that jarring of a thud. Stella had to limp run to her next class completely oblivious to the chaos she helped cause, or the breaking glass.

Stella wrapped Drew's jacket closer around her. Her Biology class was always freezing so Drew let her borrow his jacket. She had made it to English on time, barely. She zipped the jacket up to the limits of the zipper and huddled down in her seat. The air conditioner was blowing right on to her. She sat in the very back of the room with the AC turned up full not just blowing down on her.

Why do they need the AC on in the middle of November Stella thought back to the thought process that sent her to LA-LA land in Biology. Stella just had this nagging feeling she would figure out how to devirtualize Dante in Sector 5. She felt that sector 5 contained this information.

This odd fascination of hers seemed to stretch way back into her mind. It stretched toward and into the time frame of forgetfulness where amnesia impaired her memory. She'd always felt like she had known Dante for a long time, since the day of her birth actually. The only thing that contradicted that theory was her memory of her first day at Kaddic High when she met Dante after she jumped out of a tree to antagonize Sakura. Before that day she had no memory of ever meeting Dante, just hunches.

Stella grinning like a maniac happily reveled in the last of few minutes of Biology class before she wounded her self and was nearly late for English. It had been rich. Steven had finally gotten his just desserts. He couldn't leave the classroom until all the other students had left. Since she had been lost in La-La land he couldn't leave. Surprisingly, Eric stayed behind also to watch the fireworks or bomb shells.

The bell rang. Stella was startled. The class was over? Was time going by faster or was she losing her mind? Oops, I think it spaced out again.

(O)

"Lunch!" Stella happily plopped her tray of raviolis on the table. She noticed first 1.) Drew's murderous expression and 2.) The missing presence of Sakura.

"Where's Sakura?" she asked. Drew just continued glaring. Stella followed his gaze. A flock of girls were surrounding a table in the lunchroom.

"She's…a fan girl? Stella hesitantly asked.

Drew gritted his teeth and left the table disappearing outside the cafeteria. Stella was all alone.

(O)

"Hey, don't push!" Sakura snarled as an elbow slammed into her gut, and she was pushed forward. Honestly, you'd think her boyfriend was a rock star. After finally shoving through the crowd of girls Sakura made it to the table.

"Hi," she said breathless as she smiled at Eric. Eric smiled back. The girls squealed. Sakura winced at the sudden high pitched noise.

"Can I…sit with you?" Eric nodded.

Unfortunately this brought on fan girl cries of, "Can I sit with you?"

"No, me! Pick me!"

"I love you!"

"Date me!"

"Baboons!"

"Here they come!!!!"

RUN RUN RUN

LOL

Owned.

Okay maybe the last four lines are pure imagination of Sakura's part, but it would be a cool way to chase off the fan girls with rampaging rapid baboons. Her inspiration is once again thanks to my meddling brother.

Sitting next to Eric was a slightly familiar guy. Stella had pointed him out to Sakura. The guy was scowling in disgust from all the unwanted attention.

"You must be Steven." Sakura said to the red head. He scowled at her, "Yeah, what's it to you?"

"Oh nothing," Note to self: Dump salt in his water when he's not looking. Sakura gave him her "innocent" smile. It's going to be A LOT of salt.

Sakura wasn't able to chat long. All the girls in the background were very distracting exclaiming over the littlest things.

"I can't believe it! Steven likes PEAS! I LOVE peas from this day forward!"

What's wrong with them? They're obsessed. Yeah, I knew Eric was on the popular side, but this is ridiculous.

Sakura was able to get some small questions concerning their sudden popularity and found that they were clueless as to what had happened. And then her keeper came. Sakura felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see her brother behind her.

"May I help you?" she asked. How long it took him to make his way through that mob, shudder, Sakura didn't want to know. Riley is truly the patient Stern.

"Stella requires your assistance as a bodyguard."

"What?"