CH. 4

The following day, school started promptly at 8:00 AM and I sat in my first period class (a class that I shared with Yoh, sadly). Yoh came strolling in. His back was hunched over, his entire face sagged off his cheek bones, and there still lingered that faint stench of liquor. "Did you take a shower this morning?" I said to him harshly as Yoh took his seat beside me.

"Yeah, why?"

"Your looks and smell would suggest otherwise."

"Hey! Back off okay! My head hurts! My stomach hurts! I vomited half my internal fluids this morning! And I happen to look like I just lived through the second holocaust!"

"Let's see," I said scratching my head to gesture thinking, "You were drunk and you were drunk and you were drunk and…well, you were DRUNK!"

Yoh gave me a hateful glare—one that I've gotten used to after the lifetime we've known each other. But, he slammed his head onto the desk (hard enough to make me cringe for him) and tried to sleep. But, the teacher, came around to him and pulled Yoh's head up by his hair scolding, "Get up, Mr. Yoh Asakura! Bed time was hours ago! This is school time for you!"

Yoh slapped the teachers hand away saying with an aggravated growl, "You're messing up my style!"

But I shot a glare at Yoh muttering, "What style?"

Yoh gave me a sarcastic smile, "A style that you wouldn't know, miss socks!"

I immediately looked down. My black socks were showing- the red socks that completely clashed with the black dress was wearing. I yanked my dress down and stuck my tongue out at Yoh, who seemed to be satisfied with his insult more than I was with mine. Why did I always have to lose with word fights? I didn't know. The teacher was disgusted with Yoh's attitude and though Yoh thought he was gone for good, our teacher returned with a long stick in his hand. It was a stick that was familiar to us all. It was the discipline stick. "Yoh Asakura! Stand in front of the class!" the teacher ordered.

Yoh looked up with shock. "No way!" Yoh exclaimed as he looked at me with disbelief. I gave him a shrug as I tried my hardest to hide that little grin of satisfaction I felt tickling my lips.

"Get up now!"

Yoh stood, though rather slowly, and strolled to the front of the class. All the students watched him with terror in their eyes. Mr. Yoh-popular-boy-of-all-time was getting a spanking! The girls all looked away with tears in their eyes. I bet they were wishing they could rescue him to win his affection…girls can be so dull. I just folded my arms across my chest and sat back to enjoy the free entertainment. It was the first class of the morning and my day already seemed to be getting brighter.

Yoh leaned foreword and held onto the backing of a chair. He stuck his butt out dramatically to ridicule the teacher, but when the wood made contact with his rump with a deafening CRACK, Yoh immediately cringed foreword. His face was squinting with pain as the teacher rhythmically continued to spank. All the while I sat in the back smiling at Yoh's who's eyes glared at me. But, of course, it wouldn't be my crappy life if I got away with being happy. The teacher saw me smiling at Yoh said stood up straight, waving the stick at me saying, "Miss Anna ! Get up! You're next!"

My eyes widened with sheer horror. "WHAT?" I cried, wanting to evaporate into thin air.

"Come on! You heard me! Mocking another student while he's being disciplined is not acceptable in my classroom!"

I slowly stood from my seat mumbling under my breath "If it's the last thing I do…I'll get you back Yoh Asakura!"