{My god. I just realized I haven't updated for like..... 6 months.
I'm sure I've lost every reader I ever had. (Both of them.) Jeez.
I also just noticed how wierd my fic has gotten. I mean, Dante with Xy's mom? Arson going to school when he had been stuck in a video game the day before? No one questioning what the hell is going on? Not even me, the authoress, knowing what the hell is going on? This is what happens when I write fanfics. My first one has become the wierdest thing I've ever written. And I'm loving every minute of it! I've started on chapter eighteen, so don't fret my two readers! ^_^}
Chapter Seventeen : BURN THE SCHOOL! BURN THE SCHOOL!
It was your average beautiful morning. The sun shone brightly, cotton clouds sailed lazily through the bright aqua sky, and everyone was awake in my house. Sometimes that was a bad thing... but because of them, it had gotten quite a bit interesting. I had just finished dressing, (in the bathroom of course, Arson was in my room and I was not about to let ANYONE see me naked) and was trying to convince Arson to burn down my school. My attempts were being unsuccessful. I was wearing clothes I normally did : dark blue worn-out jeans, a necklace with a ying-yang shaped pendant, white and blue-striped tennis shoes, and a dark purple shirt with a nymph on it. I was just starting to learn the demons can be very stubborn.
"Come on! We'll make sure everyone's outside so no one gets hurt! It'll be fun!" I asked in my sweetest voice, trying to conjure a pair of puppy-eyes. It wasn't working very well.
Arson had his back turned to me, and he was looking at the 2 different shirts in his hands. The clothes he had come here with had gotten quite dirty, so I "borrowed" some from a stash of my dad's old clothes and gave them to him. And fortunately for me, I was being given some eye candy. Also known as cute guy not wearing a shirt. But how I do babble on...
He had told me no bluntly a couple of times, but I was determined to get rid of that school. Why you ask? BECAUSE THEY'RE EVIL OF COURSE!
I eventually gave up, sighing and starting to brush my hair. All of this adventure and action had given me a crap load of tangles, so I was constantly wincing. Silence awkwardly filled the room. Eventually he spoke up.
"The blue or the red?"
"Red. It's definitely your color."
Arson looked at it and smiled. "Okay...." He put the shirt on over his head, messing his hair up in the process and making it flop into his eyes. He was so adorable! I tried keeping my cool.
"I wonder what...ow...Dante's gonna do...ow... while we're gone?" Man, sometimes long hair was a major pain.
"I heard your Mom saying something about taking him to work with her."
Now that didn't make much sense. I couldn't see her ever doing that. His charm must've gotten to her... oh, he was good. "Oh....right then." My mom owned a restaurant downtown. It would be interesting to see how she made use of him. "Anyways.... are you sure you want to go to school with me? I mean, I've never known someone to willingly go."
"It's fine. You don't want to leave me here alone, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. Well, think you'll need anything for school? I have a bunch of stuff you could borrow."
He turned to me and looked proud. "I have a pen!"
I sighed.
"...oh, and two swords too."
I laughed this time. "Too bad you can't take those to school with ya."
"Sure I can. No one will ever see them." He took out two rusty- looking bars from his pockets and presented them.
"You're telling me swords come out of those dinky things?"
"Yep! They're not dinky though."
"If you say so..." Right after I said that, 2 red beams shot out of the bars. Fire erupted around them and his hands, changing the bars into swords. One was shaped as a dragon, the other a phoenix. Both were very intricate, detailed, and a blood-red color, as if reflecting the blood of anyone they might have slain. I was proven wrong again.
"Damn!"
"Yep!" The swords lit on fire again, changing back into normal bars which he replaced in his pockets. "C'mon, might as well get going now."
"Huh? Oh, yeah!" I picked up my book-bag and ran downstairs, clutching Arson's hand and smiling the whole way. I waved bye to my mom and Dante in the kitchen before rushing out the door.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I used to hate school, but now it didn't seem so bad. I walked there everyday, alone, but with Arson I actually had someone to talk to. The only friends I really had were Maria and Alca. We were sort of like the 3 Musketeers, or something of that effect. I usually didn't talk often either, and was constantly made fun of. I was pretty used to it though, and most of the time I just never did care what other people thought. I never saw how it affected me. School life for me sounded like your average angsty teenager. Well, now I was an average angsty teenager who was part demon. Or so I had come to believe, in the way I had transformed while fighting the Phantom. Still, having Arson around made that school day quite a bit more interesting then the rest of the year. But he still didn't burn it down like I wanted him to.
We had left Alca at home - she had said she was definitely not ready to go back to school. It seemed the shock of realizing she had just been in a video game had hit her all in one big wave. My mom allowed her to stay as long as she would clean. Alca agreed happily. She used the excuse that she was "sick and her parents wouldn't want her to stay at their house," so my mom welcomed her. Alca added to me in a whisper that she "wanted to leave you two lovebirds alone." Luckily Arson hadn't overheard because I would have had no problem whacking her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I walked down the sidewalk with a straight face while Arson walked alongside me quite happily. I kept a composed face but my mind was still focused on last night's events, and I was still very rattled from it. But we were acting like nothing had happened - but I guessed that was natural. I guess I was making a big deal of it, but it HAD been my first kiss and all, so it WAS a big deal to me.
"Hey...you know... does anyone at your school kinda like you?" His voice awoke me from my thoughts.
I couldn't help but stop and laugh hysterically in response. "Someone? Like me? You've got to be kidding. 'Course no one does."
"Ohh....okay."
I paid no mind as he seemed to relax slightly. I hefted my book-bag up higher on my shoulders as we walked on. "I'm going to have to tell everyone why your there. Shouldn't be too hard to make an excuse... you'll just have to act like some sort of exchange student from... somewhere. Hopefully the teachers won't question it too much. Actually, I'm sure they won't. They're too laid-back and lazy for that."
"Okay. So what lessons are we having?"
"Your normal everyday stuff. P.E., Science, Geography, Math, and English. And of course my favorite period - lunch!"
He chuckled as he looked over at me. "And why's that?"
"Food. No learning. No teachers. Plus, I get to talk to my friends, since none of them are in any of my classes. Granted...I only do have 3 friends, including you, but I don't mind. That's why I love lunch."
"Oh come on...we're not that great of friends..."
I grinned and poked his ribs cutely. "Aww...sure we are!" He grinned but said nothing more. Eventually we did reach the school. (It was only a five minute walk, but it always seemed so much longer. Lucky me to live near the school.)
My school was a bit different from most high schools. We had the same teacher teach all of the lessons, so we never had to switch classes. Only one we did change for was P.E., which we just went to the gym for. After P.E., we had lunch, but then went straight back to Mrs. Ore. This was good in some ways, horrible in others. Mostly horrible because I had the meanest, most evil teacher that I had ever known. I swear, if you had cut her throat open, Satan himself would pop out.
She was a heavy woman, who always wore tight clothes. That was not a good match at all. She had honey-brown hair that was kept in a tight bun on the top of her head. Her dark eyes practically glowed hate. She always said she loved children, but I swear she wanted to eat all of us.
Me and Arson slinked in quietly, sitting at the desks in the back. Mrs. Ore looked up once, giving a strange glance at Arson, but she said nothing on the subject. The rest of the class bustled in, chattering and smiling, and sat down. I had gotten out my best friend - my beloved book. Mrs. Ore eventually started teaching, but as usual no one was actually paying attention.
Arson poked me and whispered. Normally I hated when people interrupted my reading, but he was the exception. "Hey...Xy?"
"Yeah?"
"Why is everyone looking at me?"
"You're so paranoid. Everyone's not looking at you..." I looked up and saw that indeed, EVERYONE was looking at Arson. "Ok...maybe I'm wrong."
Arson cocked an eyebrow at me and looked towards some giggling girls who happened to be sitting right in front of us. He smiled at them, causing them to blush and giggle even more. I glared at them. My worse enemies : the preps. Those girls who were always so friendly, nice, and evil in their own ways. They were always hitting on boys and dating them, and constantly looking for "fresh meat". Maria, Alcapacien, and I had always loathed being near them. We had on several attempts embarrassed them in front of huge groups of people, and we enjoyed every minute of it. They constantly made fun of every girl who wasn't in their little "group", and picked on the boys they thought were "losers". It made me cringe in anger every time I even looked at them.
"Everyone's laughing at me too..."
"No they're not..."
Arson looked at the giggling girls again. "They are..." The girls just blushed and giggled and waved.
I hated to, but I had to tell him the truth. "Because they're trying to flirt with you."
He looked absolutely skeptical. "I doubt it..."
"Why else would they blush and relish attention on you?"
Arson didn't respond and kept quiet for some time. Mrs. Ore carried on droning, while I kept reading my book. I wasn't about to listen to her drawl on and on about something I learned last year. Luckily, she seemed pretty stupid and never noticed me reading the book. She also never seemed to notice that practically no one in the class ever paid attention to her, and that they were always talking and passing notes. Eventually Arson tapped me on the shoulder and smiled when I looked up.
"I got a note!" He sounded positively proud that those girls had given him one. I sighed. My friend was succumbing to the dark pit the preps were digging for him.
The note read as such : 'You're cute. Wanna see a movie with us?'
I shivered at the thought, and frowned. I was NOT about to let those demons take Arson away. "Please...please don't tell me you're going to say yes." I was almost pleading, but tried keeping my voice calm.
"...I don't know....you and me...we're not really...together...are we?" He blinked at me and smiled adorably. I couldn't help but blush a hot red and look back down at my book. I couldn't believe his train of thought though - had he actually forgotten that kiss? And the whole time where we had watched each other's backs in a castle full of demons out for our blood? Didn't that make us more then friends? He watched me steadily as I tried speaking. I was praying that he was unaware of my red face. The preps noticed though. "So?" he asked, intent on an answer.
I laid my head on my desk and sighed. "I dunno...I guess not." Damn! Beaten again.
Arson grinned. "I guess I'll go with them then! It'll be fun!" I was practically at a crying point here. He was being sucked into the abyss. Oh, why him of all people? He was so innocent! I was disheartened as he wrote back to them. But to my surprise, the teacher caught him while he was trying to pass it back. I hoped he could handle this incident.
I banged my head on the desk, making a louder noise then intended. "Idiot...he just had to write back, didn't he?"
Arson smiled as cute as he could as Mrs. Ore walked up to his desk. She scowled at him. "Uh....hello!" He sounded as if he didn't know what he was getting in to. I imagined he didn't.
Mrs. Ore snatched the note away none-too-gently. "I see we have a note-passer here? I don't believe I've seen you before."
He blinked and kept on smiling. "I'm sorry...is it against the rules here?" I wondered what he was playing at. I said nothing as I watched him work his charm
Mrs. Ore wasn't to be swayed so easily. "Yes, it is young man."
"I'm sincerely sorry, Ma'am." The way his face looked now, the childish roundness and his big brown eyes full of happiness made him look sincere. He could use that to his advantage. "I didn't know Ma'am. I'm a transfer student here and I had no idea of the rules. I'm really sorry...honest..." He started to look saddened and got big puppy eyes. I silently applauded: he was good.
She softened slightly as she looked at that adorable helpless face. "But you've still broken a rule...."
"Well...I really didn't know." He lied bluntly this time. "In England they say it's okay, and that's where I'm from." As he said so I noticed he did have a very nice English accent. Odd how I didn't notice before. Or was he faking it?
"Well.....since you're new here I guess I can let it slide....but just this once. Arson grinned thankfully up at her as she started walking away. She turned back and glared at me. "DON'T BANG YOUR HEAD ON THE DESK! YOU COULD GET HURT!" I nodded as I thought that she would never care that I hurt myself. Eventually she got back into her constant monotone speech. I rubbed a temple where a red spot had risen up from me hitting my head on the desk.
"Damn...now my head hurts..." I noticed Arson looked scared as he stared at Mrs. Ore.
I rubbed my forehead, causing an instant headache. "What's wrong?"
"How come she's nasty to you but nice to me?"
I shook my head and shrugged. He dropped it instantly as he smiled at the preps - still looking back at him - and nodded. One of them whispered to him.
"7 o' clock!" Arson nodded and smiled more broadly.
"Wow, the people over here are real friendly!" he said cutely.
I couldn't help but sigh once again with anguish. "They're only nice to you because they're flirting with you." Arson blinked confusedly at me. I completely lost my patience.
"DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND FLIRTING?!"
Mrs. Ore happened to hear me yelling. "QUIET DOWN BACK THERE MS. SELEDRAS!" I glared hatred at her, but managed a faint "Yes Ma'am." through clenched teeth. Arson cowered down and looked scared at me. I became depressed as I saw his face, but I said nothing. He looked so scared that even Mrs. Ore noticed.
"You, young man back there!" she grunted, pointing at him with her pointer-thing she used for the overhead. "What's wrong?"
He blinked and looked startled. "Um...n-n-nothing..?" Mrs. Ore shrugged and turned back around, droning on once again. He quickly got up and moved up a desk, looking back once at me. He just "happened" to have sat in between the two preps who were out for him. I was distressed as I saw the face he gave me - it looked oddly surprised, sad, and scared. I couldn't help but feel jealous as they talked to him - giggling, smiling. It made me want to kill them and dance on their bodies. (Sometimes I can be very morbid.) The preps laughed as they talked to him.
"You're so cute..."
"Yeah...you going to move here permanently?" Arson just smiled at their attention.
I stared at him and sighed. "Being left behind again....what a good friend he is." I was startled as I saw the two girls slyly wrap an arm around him, and he looked about as startled as me. Poor guy. He didn't even understand what they were doing.
He stuttered ashamedly as he spoke. "U-um...s-so what movie are we seeing?"
They giggled and batted their eyelashes. "Does it matter?
"I doubt we'll see much of the movie anyways..." One of them started playing with his hair as Mrs. Ore droned on absentmindedly. Arson looked back at me with a pleading look in his eyes. I grinned and mouthed at him. 'You deserve it for abandoning me like that.'
He laughed nervously and blushed. "W-what do you m-mean?"
They smiled and both planted a kiss on his cheeks. I felt fire dance in my eyes as I watched them, and I had to restrain myself from tackling both of them. Arson jumped out of his seat and stood up at the unexpected kisses. His face was a face of pure surprise and embarrassment. Unfortunately, Mrs. Ore noticed he had jumped up.
"What's wrong this time?"
Arson looked at the ground quickly as he shuffled his feet. "Um....could I go to the bathroom?" Mrs. Ore nodded, and before she could even say anything else he had ran out the door. My heart went out to him as I saw the class start to giggle and crack jokes about him.
I also just noticed how wierd my fic has gotten. I mean, Dante with Xy's mom? Arson going to school when he had been stuck in a video game the day before? No one questioning what the hell is going on? Not even me, the authoress, knowing what the hell is going on? This is what happens when I write fanfics. My first one has become the wierdest thing I've ever written. And I'm loving every minute of it! I've started on chapter eighteen, so don't fret my two readers! ^_^}
Chapter Seventeen : BURN THE SCHOOL! BURN THE SCHOOL!
It was your average beautiful morning. The sun shone brightly, cotton clouds sailed lazily through the bright aqua sky, and everyone was awake in my house. Sometimes that was a bad thing... but because of them, it had gotten quite a bit interesting. I had just finished dressing, (in the bathroom of course, Arson was in my room and I was not about to let ANYONE see me naked) and was trying to convince Arson to burn down my school. My attempts were being unsuccessful. I was wearing clothes I normally did : dark blue worn-out jeans, a necklace with a ying-yang shaped pendant, white and blue-striped tennis shoes, and a dark purple shirt with a nymph on it. I was just starting to learn the demons can be very stubborn.
"Come on! We'll make sure everyone's outside so no one gets hurt! It'll be fun!" I asked in my sweetest voice, trying to conjure a pair of puppy-eyes. It wasn't working very well.
Arson had his back turned to me, and he was looking at the 2 different shirts in his hands. The clothes he had come here with had gotten quite dirty, so I "borrowed" some from a stash of my dad's old clothes and gave them to him. And fortunately for me, I was being given some eye candy. Also known as cute guy not wearing a shirt. But how I do babble on...
He had told me no bluntly a couple of times, but I was determined to get rid of that school. Why you ask? BECAUSE THEY'RE EVIL OF COURSE!
I eventually gave up, sighing and starting to brush my hair. All of this adventure and action had given me a crap load of tangles, so I was constantly wincing. Silence awkwardly filled the room. Eventually he spoke up.
"The blue or the red?"
"Red. It's definitely your color."
Arson looked at it and smiled. "Okay...." He put the shirt on over his head, messing his hair up in the process and making it flop into his eyes. He was so adorable! I tried keeping my cool.
"I wonder what...ow...Dante's gonna do...ow... while we're gone?" Man, sometimes long hair was a major pain.
"I heard your Mom saying something about taking him to work with her."
Now that didn't make much sense. I couldn't see her ever doing that. His charm must've gotten to her... oh, he was good. "Oh....right then." My mom owned a restaurant downtown. It would be interesting to see how she made use of him. "Anyways.... are you sure you want to go to school with me? I mean, I've never known someone to willingly go."
"It's fine. You don't want to leave me here alone, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. Well, think you'll need anything for school? I have a bunch of stuff you could borrow."
He turned to me and looked proud. "I have a pen!"
I sighed.
"...oh, and two swords too."
I laughed this time. "Too bad you can't take those to school with ya."
"Sure I can. No one will ever see them." He took out two rusty- looking bars from his pockets and presented them.
"You're telling me swords come out of those dinky things?"
"Yep! They're not dinky though."
"If you say so..." Right after I said that, 2 red beams shot out of the bars. Fire erupted around them and his hands, changing the bars into swords. One was shaped as a dragon, the other a phoenix. Both were very intricate, detailed, and a blood-red color, as if reflecting the blood of anyone they might have slain. I was proven wrong again.
"Damn!"
"Yep!" The swords lit on fire again, changing back into normal bars which he replaced in his pockets. "C'mon, might as well get going now."
"Huh? Oh, yeah!" I picked up my book-bag and ran downstairs, clutching Arson's hand and smiling the whole way. I waved bye to my mom and Dante in the kitchen before rushing out the door.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I used to hate school, but now it didn't seem so bad. I walked there everyday, alone, but with Arson I actually had someone to talk to. The only friends I really had were Maria and Alca. We were sort of like the 3 Musketeers, or something of that effect. I usually didn't talk often either, and was constantly made fun of. I was pretty used to it though, and most of the time I just never did care what other people thought. I never saw how it affected me. School life for me sounded like your average angsty teenager. Well, now I was an average angsty teenager who was part demon. Or so I had come to believe, in the way I had transformed while fighting the Phantom. Still, having Arson around made that school day quite a bit more interesting then the rest of the year. But he still didn't burn it down like I wanted him to.
We had left Alca at home - she had said she was definitely not ready to go back to school. It seemed the shock of realizing she had just been in a video game had hit her all in one big wave. My mom allowed her to stay as long as she would clean. Alca agreed happily. She used the excuse that she was "sick and her parents wouldn't want her to stay at their house," so my mom welcomed her. Alca added to me in a whisper that she "wanted to leave you two lovebirds alone." Luckily Arson hadn't overheard because I would have had no problem whacking her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I walked down the sidewalk with a straight face while Arson walked alongside me quite happily. I kept a composed face but my mind was still focused on last night's events, and I was still very rattled from it. But we were acting like nothing had happened - but I guessed that was natural. I guess I was making a big deal of it, but it HAD been my first kiss and all, so it WAS a big deal to me.
"Hey...you know... does anyone at your school kinda like you?" His voice awoke me from my thoughts.
I couldn't help but stop and laugh hysterically in response. "Someone? Like me? You've got to be kidding. 'Course no one does."
"Ohh....okay."
I paid no mind as he seemed to relax slightly. I hefted my book-bag up higher on my shoulders as we walked on. "I'm going to have to tell everyone why your there. Shouldn't be too hard to make an excuse... you'll just have to act like some sort of exchange student from... somewhere. Hopefully the teachers won't question it too much. Actually, I'm sure they won't. They're too laid-back and lazy for that."
"Okay. So what lessons are we having?"
"Your normal everyday stuff. P.E., Science, Geography, Math, and English. And of course my favorite period - lunch!"
He chuckled as he looked over at me. "And why's that?"
"Food. No learning. No teachers. Plus, I get to talk to my friends, since none of them are in any of my classes. Granted...I only do have 3 friends, including you, but I don't mind. That's why I love lunch."
"Oh come on...we're not that great of friends..."
I grinned and poked his ribs cutely. "Aww...sure we are!" He grinned but said nothing more. Eventually we did reach the school. (It was only a five minute walk, but it always seemed so much longer. Lucky me to live near the school.)
My school was a bit different from most high schools. We had the same teacher teach all of the lessons, so we never had to switch classes. Only one we did change for was P.E., which we just went to the gym for. After P.E., we had lunch, but then went straight back to Mrs. Ore. This was good in some ways, horrible in others. Mostly horrible because I had the meanest, most evil teacher that I had ever known. I swear, if you had cut her throat open, Satan himself would pop out.
She was a heavy woman, who always wore tight clothes. That was not a good match at all. She had honey-brown hair that was kept in a tight bun on the top of her head. Her dark eyes practically glowed hate. She always said she loved children, but I swear she wanted to eat all of us.
Me and Arson slinked in quietly, sitting at the desks in the back. Mrs. Ore looked up once, giving a strange glance at Arson, but she said nothing on the subject. The rest of the class bustled in, chattering and smiling, and sat down. I had gotten out my best friend - my beloved book. Mrs. Ore eventually started teaching, but as usual no one was actually paying attention.
Arson poked me and whispered. Normally I hated when people interrupted my reading, but he was the exception. "Hey...Xy?"
"Yeah?"
"Why is everyone looking at me?"
"You're so paranoid. Everyone's not looking at you..." I looked up and saw that indeed, EVERYONE was looking at Arson. "Ok...maybe I'm wrong."
Arson cocked an eyebrow at me and looked towards some giggling girls who happened to be sitting right in front of us. He smiled at them, causing them to blush and giggle even more. I glared at them. My worse enemies : the preps. Those girls who were always so friendly, nice, and evil in their own ways. They were always hitting on boys and dating them, and constantly looking for "fresh meat". Maria, Alcapacien, and I had always loathed being near them. We had on several attempts embarrassed them in front of huge groups of people, and we enjoyed every minute of it. They constantly made fun of every girl who wasn't in their little "group", and picked on the boys they thought were "losers". It made me cringe in anger every time I even looked at them.
"Everyone's laughing at me too..."
"No they're not..."
Arson looked at the giggling girls again. "They are..." The girls just blushed and giggled and waved.
I hated to, but I had to tell him the truth. "Because they're trying to flirt with you."
He looked absolutely skeptical. "I doubt it..."
"Why else would they blush and relish attention on you?"
Arson didn't respond and kept quiet for some time. Mrs. Ore carried on droning, while I kept reading my book. I wasn't about to listen to her drawl on and on about something I learned last year. Luckily, she seemed pretty stupid and never noticed me reading the book. She also never seemed to notice that practically no one in the class ever paid attention to her, and that they were always talking and passing notes. Eventually Arson tapped me on the shoulder and smiled when I looked up.
"I got a note!" He sounded positively proud that those girls had given him one. I sighed. My friend was succumbing to the dark pit the preps were digging for him.
The note read as such : 'You're cute. Wanna see a movie with us?'
I shivered at the thought, and frowned. I was NOT about to let those demons take Arson away. "Please...please don't tell me you're going to say yes." I was almost pleading, but tried keeping my voice calm.
"...I don't know....you and me...we're not really...together...are we?" He blinked at me and smiled adorably. I couldn't help but blush a hot red and look back down at my book. I couldn't believe his train of thought though - had he actually forgotten that kiss? And the whole time where we had watched each other's backs in a castle full of demons out for our blood? Didn't that make us more then friends? He watched me steadily as I tried speaking. I was praying that he was unaware of my red face. The preps noticed though. "So?" he asked, intent on an answer.
I laid my head on my desk and sighed. "I dunno...I guess not." Damn! Beaten again.
Arson grinned. "I guess I'll go with them then! It'll be fun!" I was practically at a crying point here. He was being sucked into the abyss. Oh, why him of all people? He was so innocent! I was disheartened as he wrote back to them. But to my surprise, the teacher caught him while he was trying to pass it back. I hoped he could handle this incident.
I banged my head on the desk, making a louder noise then intended. "Idiot...he just had to write back, didn't he?"
Arson smiled as cute as he could as Mrs. Ore walked up to his desk. She scowled at him. "Uh....hello!" He sounded as if he didn't know what he was getting in to. I imagined he didn't.
Mrs. Ore snatched the note away none-too-gently. "I see we have a note-passer here? I don't believe I've seen you before."
He blinked and kept on smiling. "I'm sorry...is it against the rules here?" I wondered what he was playing at. I said nothing as I watched him work his charm
Mrs. Ore wasn't to be swayed so easily. "Yes, it is young man."
"I'm sincerely sorry, Ma'am." The way his face looked now, the childish roundness and his big brown eyes full of happiness made him look sincere. He could use that to his advantage. "I didn't know Ma'am. I'm a transfer student here and I had no idea of the rules. I'm really sorry...honest..." He started to look saddened and got big puppy eyes. I silently applauded: he was good.
She softened slightly as she looked at that adorable helpless face. "But you've still broken a rule...."
"Well...I really didn't know." He lied bluntly this time. "In England they say it's okay, and that's where I'm from." As he said so I noticed he did have a very nice English accent. Odd how I didn't notice before. Or was he faking it?
"Well.....since you're new here I guess I can let it slide....but just this once. Arson grinned thankfully up at her as she started walking away. She turned back and glared at me. "DON'T BANG YOUR HEAD ON THE DESK! YOU COULD GET HURT!" I nodded as I thought that she would never care that I hurt myself. Eventually she got back into her constant monotone speech. I rubbed a temple where a red spot had risen up from me hitting my head on the desk.
"Damn...now my head hurts..." I noticed Arson looked scared as he stared at Mrs. Ore.
I rubbed my forehead, causing an instant headache. "What's wrong?"
"How come she's nasty to you but nice to me?"
I shook my head and shrugged. He dropped it instantly as he smiled at the preps - still looking back at him - and nodded. One of them whispered to him.
"7 o' clock!" Arson nodded and smiled more broadly.
"Wow, the people over here are real friendly!" he said cutely.
I couldn't help but sigh once again with anguish. "They're only nice to you because they're flirting with you." Arson blinked confusedly at me. I completely lost my patience.
"DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND FLIRTING?!"
Mrs. Ore happened to hear me yelling. "QUIET DOWN BACK THERE MS. SELEDRAS!" I glared hatred at her, but managed a faint "Yes Ma'am." through clenched teeth. Arson cowered down and looked scared at me. I became depressed as I saw his face, but I said nothing. He looked so scared that even Mrs. Ore noticed.
"You, young man back there!" she grunted, pointing at him with her pointer-thing she used for the overhead. "What's wrong?"
He blinked and looked startled. "Um...n-n-nothing..?" Mrs. Ore shrugged and turned back around, droning on once again. He quickly got up and moved up a desk, looking back once at me. He just "happened" to have sat in between the two preps who were out for him. I was distressed as I saw the face he gave me - it looked oddly surprised, sad, and scared. I couldn't help but feel jealous as they talked to him - giggling, smiling. It made me want to kill them and dance on their bodies. (Sometimes I can be very morbid.) The preps laughed as they talked to him.
"You're so cute..."
"Yeah...you going to move here permanently?" Arson just smiled at their attention.
I stared at him and sighed. "Being left behind again....what a good friend he is." I was startled as I saw the two girls slyly wrap an arm around him, and he looked about as startled as me. Poor guy. He didn't even understand what they were doing.
He stuttered ashamedly as he spoke. "U-um...s-so what movie are we seeing?"
They giggled and batted their eyelashes. "Does it matter?
"I doubt we'll see much of the movie anyways..." One of them started playing with his hair as Mrs. Ore droned on absentmindedly. Arson looked back at me with a pleading look in his eyes. I grinned and mouthed at him. 'You deserve it for abandoning me like that.'
He laughed nervously and blushed. "W-what do you m-mean?"
They smiled and both planted a kiss on his cheeks. I felt fire dance in my eyes as I watched them, and I had to restrain myself from tackling both of them. Arson jumped out of his seat and stood up at the unexpected kisses. His face was a face of pure surprise and embarrassment. Unfortunately, Mrs. Ore noticed he had jumped up.
"What's wrong this time?"
Arson looked at the ground quickly as he shuffled his feet. "Um....could I go to the bathroom?" Mrs. Ore nodded, and before she could even say anything else he had ran out the door. My heart went out to him as I saw the class start to giggle and crack jokes about him.