THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER.
The reason I'm updating so soon is that I realized my finale was going to be too long. I mean way too long. ( like 9-pages-and-I-hadn't-even reached-the-halfway-mark-long) So I decided to make the first segment a separate chapter. Thankyouthankyouthankyou for the reviews last chapter: they brightened my day!
I hope all you readers enjoy this short chapter.
And what this chapter's about: well, the title is self-explanatory. Enjoy. (Carla's not gonna like this chapter, not one bit)
"Hey, you....errr...Carla right?! I'm sorry for anything I've done to you!" cried yet another voice from the mob of students hurrying to classes as one, Carla, walked to her next and last class of the day. History.
That would make apology 97. And she was dead serious.
All day at school everyone had been apologizing to her. Each and every single one. Yami told her it was an aftereffect of being possessed and their subconscious feeling extremely guilty for being so evil to Carla. Extremely guilty her as-
"Carla, I'm sorry!"
Carla wanted to cry out in exasperation. She was truly grateful for everyone feeling regretful for what they did to her but this was just too much. One more person who stopped her because they simply had to apologize for their unknown horrendous deed and Carla would explode.
Good thing there was history now, Carla thought as she walked into the classroom. Nothing like history to calm your nerves with extreme boredom.
Carla was greeted with a chorus of "I'm sorry!" and Carla bit her lip to keep from snapping "FROM WHAT?! IT'S A LITTLE TOO LATE NOW!"
But she held it in. Barely. She was about to sit between Samantha (the eighth grade brain in Carla's history class) and Phillip as Samantha always took the "safe seat", when she saw Samantha was already there, merrily chatting with Phillip.
Whoa. Weird.
But before Carla could ponder this weird friendship (and Yami feeling worried as he saw what might be happening but denied it.)....
"Good afternoon, class. I hope you've taken good notes because we're having a pop quiz." Said Ms. Walter as she started passing out quizzes. Most of the class groaned, Carla included. Ms. Walter said however, "BUT (the class immediately turned all eyes on her) I will allow you to look at your recent notes. The ones on the Civil War. Not on the American Revolution, you can skip those. Now, I expect A's from all of you." Most of the class cheered, yet Carla groaned louder than before. Recently was when Carla had had Yami take over her body during this class. Carla had a bad feeling that Yami hadn't done well in his note-taking. Glancing down at a very short list of notes from that day, Carla knew she was right. Closing her mind to any distractions (including the mind link), Carla began to work, relying on her basic knowledge. She finished 15 minutes later and knew immediately she hadn't done well.
As Ms. Walter graded the quizzes while the class read the chapter on Reconstruction...Carla decided to let out her frustration on Yami...
Yami...you know the day I just gave up and you took over. Well, I'd just like to point out that if I hadn't already studied the Civil War the week before, I would've completely failed that quiz! In fact, I probably did!
(Yami said this in a hurt voice) /Why? I thought they were rather good./
(Carla rolled her eyes to the sky ) What kind of notes are: (Carla mentally said this with a mockingly slow voice) The Civil War: it. Was. Not. Between. The. East. And. The. West. But. Between. The. North. And. The. South. The North. Was. Very. Civil. and. So. Was. the South. But then...there was war. (Carla's voice goes back to normal) And there was nothing else! Where's the battles, the leaders, the conflicts, Ulysses S. Grant, Robert E. Lee? What did you do, pray tell, in that hour of what was supposed to be NOTE TAKING?!
/Um.../ Frankly, Yami had been thinking of a certain someone that whole hour...(yes, even back then he had had those thoughts) But Yami would rather go to the shadow realm and back before telling Carla that.
/...It was nothing...really.../
Carla could tell by Yami's obvious discomfort in this topic that he was lying. Carla was about to tell Yami how she felt on pharaohs who took horrible notes when the bell rang. Carla grabbed her backpack and was about to leave, to temporarily erase the memory of failing when Ms. Walter said very firmly,
"Carla, could I see you for a moment?"
It was not meant as a question, and she did not seem pleased. Carla gulped. The rest of the class shot Carla sympathetic looks instead of the usual teasing chorus of "Ooooooooooh! You're in trooooouuubbbbllleeee!"
"Y-yes Ms. Walter."
Once the whole class had left Ms. Walter spoke again,
"Carla I am very disappointed in you. (Carla: uh-oh) You got a B- on notes we took in class. The quiz was open book, how could you get anything wrong?! Unless...you didn't take any notes." Ms. Walter looked at Carla waiting for a reply. Carla sighed, wishing she could say the truth and settled with a white lie.
"Yes, Ms. Walter, I didn't take any notes. I was very out of it and tired that day. I just figured...I'd take notes later. I'm very sorry, it won't happen again. Is there any way I could change that grade?" Carla said looking Ms. Walter straight in the eye. Eye contact helped them believe you. And Carla was truly sorry and disappointed in her grade, but she wasn't capable of taking notes at the time.
"Hmmmmm...I don't know...You should've paid attention despite your weariness. You should know this by now." said Ms. Walter firmly.
Carla was dying to tell her "IT WAS EITHER LISTEN TO YOU MAKE OBSCENE REMARKS AT ME FOR AN HOUR OR JUST LET MY YAMI TAKE OVER. WHAT WOULD YOU DECIDE?!" Carla was boiling but she just gave Ms. Walter one last chance before saying a very curt "That's alright, I understand" and leaving. She was at the door when,
"Carla against my better judgment...", Ms Walter said, guilt now showing in her voice. Finally, it was kicking in! "I will give you an A if you give me a 5 paragraph essay tomorrow on the preconditions of the Civil War. I'm sorry Carla, I've heard you've been going through a rough time. (A/N: that was the excuse Carla let leak out for why everyone should feel sorry for her. It was a really bad one, but it was better than letting everyone wonder why they were feeling so bad) I expect you to pay attention from now on though."
"Oh I will."
(A/N: If anyone's wondering what was the point of this segment...you'll find out soon)
Carla left the room with a smile, spirits uplifted. The school was practically empty except for some athletes, but they were all in the gym or the fields. (A/N: School was over) Thus, Carla didn't expect to see anyone when she reached the locker area.
What she saw next would permanently scar her for life.
Phillip and Samantha were making out. PHILLIP. WAS KISSING. A GIRL.
And by the way they were going at it, Carla knew two things: 1. it was of the French variety and 2. by their passion and familarity, they've kissed before.
Carla was both shocked and angry. (And Yami...well let's just say he was preparing to find spells that would make their mind crush very painful)
"PHILLIP and SAMANTHA." she growled. The couple sprung apart and Phillip looked at Carla, shocked as well. He managed to choke out,
"Carla...I didn't know you would be here." (Guess they were too wrapped up in each other than to notice that Carla had been called back in class and would be coming here)
"Obviously." Carla retorted acidly.
"This isn't what it looks like!" Phillip automatically said. Carla rolled her eyes, remembering a certain pharaoh had said the exact thing when Carla caught him in her bed. She was secretly happy that Phillip loved someone else but NO ONE could cheat on Carla and get away with it.
"Well unless I'm mistaken I just caught you French kissing Samantha. Now, Samantha, how does a nerd's tongue feel in your mouth. You obviously enjoyed it." Said Carla with mock sweetness as she fixed the coldest eyes one could ever hope to see on her next victim. She dared her to answer.
Samantha didn't take the dare and looked at the ground very embarrassed for being caught in the act. The weakling, thought Carla coldly. Samantha tentatively tried to fix her messy hair and straighten her uniform. Phillip decided he could no longer avoid the issue so he went on the offensive,
"Yes I was kissing her. So what?"
Great offense.
Yami was trying to take over and show Phillip that it was more than a "so what?" yet Carla stopped him. She wanted to take down Phillip herself.
"So what? Well, in this world when you kiss another girl after you went out on a date with one, we call that cheating. And cheating is a very bad thing." Carla said slowly, talking to Phillip as if he were a toddler.
"So. I cheated on you, so what, I say. You were a very boring person to be around. Not very bright I believe, and not at all conversational. You wouldn't be able to keep up with me. I needed an intelligent woman, so after our date I started going out with Samantha, who I might add is in another league compared to you. You hispanics are all hot-tempered and come from third world countries; I'm surprised you made the honor roll! The teachers must have pitied you. So if you'll excuse me how do you say it...(he said this next part in a such a bad Spanish accent, looking pathetic for the way he sounded so dramatic) Adios!"
(A/N: unlike popular belief, in most Spanish countries when you say "Adios" it means goodbye in a I-never-want-to-see-you-again way)
Diss.
Carla couldn't believe her ears. Phillip thought she was stupid?! And Carla got very, very angry, balling her hands into fists. That racist comment couldn't go unchecked. She proceeded to teach Phillip a lesson.
"You think I am stupid, too simplistic...well here!" (she slaps Phillip's face hard; Phillip looks at her stunned)You know Phillip," Carla continued through gritted teeth, "I courted you because I pitied you. Yet you took advantage of my kindness and went out with this...(Carla looks at Samantha significantly)...No, I am disappointed to report that there are no words low enough to describe that horrendous female thing. In case that thing doesn't comprehend...our friendship is over! (She turns her attention back to Phillip...TT) I thought you were just an intellectually sharp male teenager who was desperate for social interaction. Have you ever thought Phillip that I made the honor roll because I'm intelligent, not because I'm a Hispanic, which I might add are just as intelligent as any other race! No, because you are too dense...no matter how many good grades you may get, you will always be stupid to me. In fact...now I just think you are an IDIOTIC, IGNORANT, INCOMPETENT, MORONIC, ASININE, RACIST, FOOL of a BASTARD who is too arrogant to notice that no one listens to him. And if those words were too big for you my (she says this mockingly) dear Phillip then let me put it in simpler terms. YOU ARE A CHEATING ASSHOLE!"
And that was one good counter diss.
With that done Carla got her books from her locker and stomped off without another word to Phillip and Samantha. Before she got far however, Phillip managed to think up a retort.
"Well, you know what Carla at least I have a date to the dance tomorrow and YOU don't!"
Carla stopped for a moment and without turning around she called back,
"Oh I'll get one Phillip, and he'll be a much better replacement than yours!" And before Carla continued in her stomping off, she raised her hand in a very rude gesture.
And let's just say, it wasn't exactly a wave goodbye.
If I do say so myself, I thought the ending was a nice touch. Anyways, just so you're all sure, the next chapter is the last chapter.
Who will Carla get for a date? (It's obvious) How is poor Yami feeling lately? All these questions and the ultimate one of all (Will they realize they love each other?) will be answered in the finale.
R&R!
-Starlet36