A/N Sorry for the wait, renewed interest in anime.
Mina quickly dialed in her locker combo, not wanting to be late for third period Science, her favorite subject. She grabbed her books and slammed the locker closed. "Gaaah!" she squealed surprisedly.
"Really Mina," Dorian said smoothly, "was that necessary."
"Dorian," she said as she began to walk away, "You gave me such a start."
"Oh I did, I'm so sorry. I heard that your boy friend went to Transylvania."
"Yes, yes he did," Mina answered sadly
"That is just terrible! You must miss him," Dorian cooed in s sickly sweet voice.
"Yes I do, considerably."
"Yes, yes. How about you come to my place this afternoon and I can console you."
"I have plans. Sorry." Mina saw were this was going. She walked quicker, leading Dorian a good 10 steps. He ran up next her, grabbing her elbow.
"Then the movies tomorrow perhaps." His charms were wearing off. Mina knew the real him and it wasn't as pretty as his exterior. " I don't like to be turned down Mina."
"Then why don't you go knock up some 8th grader Dorian." She pulled of his grip and slapped him across the face.
He stared at her in shock rubbing his cheek. He pushed her to the ground "Hey," a voice called, "I may be a little rusty on school rules, but as I recall, fighting is an offense worthy of expulsion."
Tom had just escaped the last 5 minutes of 2nd period History with on the excuse of intestinal problems. He had turned the corner to see one of MHS's resident rich-pretty-get-every-thing-I-want boys pushing around a beautiful girl. "Yes, yes it is," Dorian said, then turned and sauntered quickly down the empty hall. Tom helped Mina to her feet and extended his hand.
"Tom Sawyer," he said in an upbeat voice.
"Mina Harker," the girl answered, taking his hand, " Thank you. Dorian was never really one for rejection."
"S'kay," Tom shrugged, "Always lookin' for a damsel in distress."
Just then, the classroom doors opened and the student body poured into the hall. Tom picked up Mina's science books and walked away down the hall. As he walked he bumped into a boy with large purple bags under his eyes. The boy stuttered an apology and stumbled away. Tom smiled and walked on.
Henry walked over to Mina in a half daze. "What happened," he asked noticing the large red mark on the side of her face.
"Slipped," she lied, mentally kicking herself for answer too quickly. She stared at Tom's retreating back and finished, " Lets just get to class." Mina rubbed the back of her head, she withdrew her hand to find it covered in blood.
"We should get you to the nurse," Henry said, wide eyed.
"Yes," Mina sighed as the headed toward the nurse's. The hurried across the school, not noticing the boy in a trenchcoat slip into the building.
Rodney Skinner had literally just woken up. He didn't know where and he didn't know why, but he knew he was about 5 blocks from his house and not among friends. Actually he was among a bunch of most pungent hobos. It seemed that he had sold his sole to one of them. Making a hasty escape to his high school (scooping up a couple of Wall Street wannabes wallets on the way), he snuck in realizing that it was almost noon and he had not gone to one class. Stealing ( A/N tee hee. Get it STEALING. He's a thief. No?) in through the window near the nurse's office he slowed his quick pace. "Mr..Uhh… Whats your name?" a deep voice called. He stopped dead and turned to face the scariest sight one could see. Allan Quatermain.
Allan walked up to the dirty looking boy and planted himself right in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest. "Skinner," the boy replied shaking alittle.
"You aren't wearing your uniform are you," Allan asked
"No," the boy said becoming more bold, his cockney accent comining out, "I don't believe I am."
This boy was getting on his nerves. He pulled the boy into the air by the shoulder and said, "I'm giving you 15 seconds to explain before I start…. "
"Oh for heaven's sake Allan," came a voice behind him , "Put the boy down."
Nemo walked over, saving yet another innocent from the infamous Quatermain grip. "For heaven's sake, its only the first day of school," Nemo sighed , " Kill him in the middle of February. Not now." Allan set him down roughly.
"Thanks chap," the boy siad, brushing himself off, "Rodney Skinnah, at yer service."
"Well Mr. Skinner," Nemo said, inclining his head, " I suggest the next time you don't wear your uniform, stay out of Mr.Quatermain's way." With this he sauntered offd to class.
A/N I'm rather fond of ending with Nemo, aren't I?