A/n: Sorry again for the delay with the last chapter, I'll try to update more often from now on.
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Finally, to more of the plot. ...Once I figure out what the plot is. ^ ^;; I honestly don't know where this thing is going- just going with the flow, I guess. But I promise Kat'll be back for this chapter. We wouldn't want to leave him out, ne? Oh, and a lot of this is dialogue, just to warn you.
Many thanks to everyone who's taken the time to review this!
Chapter 3- Of nuns and detention slips
I woke up the next morning to the phone ringing. It was Saturday, my first full day at my new school. Dinner last night had been rather uneventful, as I didn't end up seeing Hot Guy there. Maybe that was for the best...
Oh, right. The phone. I picked it up groggily, since it was so early in the morning. I looked at the alarm clock next to my bed. Yep, 10:30...way to early for a Saturday, or any other day for that matter. Oh well.
"*yawn* H'llo?"
"Duo?" I recognized the voice immediately.
"Hey Kat! How're ya doing?" I asked brightly, probably too brightly.
"Okay, I guess...I miss you already." I could almost see his pout over the phone.
"I know...I miss you, too. And it doesn't look like my roommate and I will be getting along any time soon."
"What's his name?"
I paused for a second.
"I don't know," I stated truthfully. I guess I hadn't realized that he never told me it. I filed that in the back of my mind to ask him later.
"So what's he like?" he asked.
"Let's see...in one word, he's an asshole." I scowled. "Barely acknowledges that I even exist, and when he does, it's only to insult or glare at me." I left out the part about him being hot as hell, of course.
"Man, I wish I could go to your school, too. I'd ask my dad, but he'd want a reason. And you know how that is."
"Yeah, I guess I do," I replied with a sigh.
"Oh, we got this new transfer student yesterday!"
"Really? Guy or girl?"
"Guy. His name's Trowa, and he's an exchange student from France. He's even in the orchestra with me! He plays flute." Quatre continued on about this new transfer student for a while, until Hot Guy walked in. He glared at me.
"Talking to your boyfriend?" he asked, sneering. This time I glared back at him.
"Sorry Kat, I gotta go. I'll call you some other time, okay? Bye." Even with Hot Guy's glaring, I still couldn't suppress the wave of jealousy I felt at how much Quatre seemed to go on about this Trowa guy. I told myself just to forget about it; Quatre wouldn't move on that quickly.
~*~
I spent a lot of the day listening to my CDs and thinking. Yes, it is possible. I wanted to figure out how I could at least get Hot Guy's name without him shooting me or something. Luckily I had figured out that it wasn't just me- all the other students stayed away from him, too, I noticed. They all seemed to be scared of him. And me, being the nosy person I am, decided to find out why.
He came back from lunch with the customary scowl in place. "Was it the food?" I asked with a grin, knowing from experience how disgusting that stuff can be sometimes. He just glared.
"Don't you have something better to do?" he asked, turning to turn on his laptop. I swear he's addicted to that thing.
"Not really," I said casually, trying hard not to let my annoyance show through. What's this guy's problem, anyway?
Of course, I didn't get a response. Not that I was really expecting one, but hey, it was worth a shot.
"You know, you never told me your name." Now that took him by surprise, even though it barely showed on his face. This guy's so predictable.
"What do you care?" he snapped coldly, keeping his back turned.
"Because," I started slowly, "I want to get to know you."
He turned from his position at his computer to look at me.
"Why?" he asked, still coldly like before.
I shrugged, acting nonchalant. "I like people. Besides, if I'm gonna be rooming with you, I think it would help both of us if you stopped being such an asshole." Oops, hadn't meant to let that last part out.
"Heero. Heero Yuy."
I turned from staring at the floor to meet his steady gaze. "What?"
"My name. It's Heero Yuy." He turned back to his laptop. My smile brightened, though I decided not to ask him anything else yet. I figured at least learning his name counted for something, even though his scowl was back in place.
~*~
Monday. You know that day, after you've had the weekend to yourself, when you have to wake up to that goddamn alarm again at a god awful hour in the morning? With these thought running through my head (okay, in truth it was more like "goddammit...five more minutes...shut the hell up you stupid alarm!"), I dragged myself out of bed and hit the alarm clock with my fist. It obeyed.
I really wasn't looking forward to my first day of classes. I mean really. Yeah, school back home was bad enough, but now I'm staying with a psychopath and being taught by equally-psycho nuns. Whoo. Can't you just hear the excitement in my voice? Well, I know you can't, but you know what I mean.
I quickly showered and dressed, braiding my hair as I looked for all my books under the piles of clothes and such that had already accumulated on the floor. I left soon after, noting that Heero was, once again, ready and out the door before me. Damn that perfectionist... I thought as I headed out the door.
After about ten minutes I realized that maybe I should've paid more attention to Mr. Kushrenada's tour of the campus last Friday. Yep, I was definitely lost. I really shouldn't trust myself to keep up with something as small as a map... Great, I'm gonna be late on the first day...shit. I saw Heero a hundred yards or so further down the hall, about to enter one of the classrooms. I raced to catch up with him.
"Heero!" He turned to look at me, then turned back to go inside. "Hey, wait up!" I grabbed his arm to stop him, ignoring the slight blush that rose to my cheeks. "I don't know where I'm going- can you tell me where I can find room 414?"
Cue the Death Glare. Yes, it has a name now. Leave me and my overactive imagination alone.
"Don't you have a map?" He turned back again.
"Um...I sorta lost it. Could you please just tell me where it is?"
"Go ask someone else."
I was getting impatient now.
"Look, I don't know what your problem is, but I just want to know where my class is!"
We didn't have time to finish the argument, because, of course, the late bell rang. Shit...
Just then a short nun approached us. "Why aren't you two in your classes?" she asked angrily. "One week's detention for each of you!" With that she shoved detention slips into each of our hands and stalked off.
"Damn...are they all like that?" I asked Heero, gesturing toward the retreating figure of the nun.
Shit, he looks really pissed...
"Now look what you did, you dumbass! Now I've got detention, and it's you fault, too. You're so dead later." With that, he turned to his classroom and went in quickly, nearly slamming the door behind him.
Detention on my first day, and now Heero's pissed as hell at me! This can't be good.
Tbc...