Chapter 2: Bad luck
'what the fuck?' Miko swore.
'what?' Misha asked.
'who has History for a first block on a Monday?' the girl sulked.
'oooh, tough luck.' Deseara sympathized/ 'but cheer up, we're in the same class as you, well…almost.'
'what do you mean almost?' the other bluenette tentively.
'you have Social Responsibility & Careers in block three on Wednesdays and Fridays, while both Misha and I have art.' She told her friend.
'what…the…fuck.?' She swore again. 'art? And I have some stupid social respnsiblity and careers? Whatever that is…'
'im sure it wont be THAT bad…..wait…on second thought…maybe it is..' Misha said.
'yeah, that helps, Mish.' Miko sarcastically.
'whats the other thing?' she asked.
'we're all separated in blocks 5,6 on Tuesdays.' Deseara answered, reading each of their timetables.
'what do we have?' Misha asked.
'you have Maths, Miko has art while I have double ….ugh…foods.' she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
'don't worry, De, im sure you'll live through it, just don't try to cake, smear or spill anything on the teacher.' Miko laughed.
'hey it wasn't my fault!' Deseara pouted.
'shouldn't you girls be in class?' a overly sweet voice said. They jumped and whipped around to see a woman with short black hair, short stature and flat-like face smiling at them.
'uh…….' They looked at each other, as if saying "ew…who the hell is this?"
'we're new' Miko answered.
'well, now that I have informed you, why arent you hurrying to your class? You should know that you are late.' She said, still in the falsely sweet voice. Miko hated, well, actually, all of them hated ppl like this.
'well, now that we have just informed you that we are new here, why arent you showing us WHERE our classes are?' Miko shot back.
'watch that tone, young lady, or I will have to put you in detention.'
'okay! I've changed me mind. I will find the classes on my own.' She turned on her heel and stalked off in the opposite direction. The woman narrowed her eyes at her retreating back, but soon hitched her fake smile on her face again and opened her mouth to speak but Misha and Deseara walked off, too.
running around, trying to find Social Responsibility & Careers, Miko wasn't really watching where she was going, just the numbers and labels on the classroom doors. Suddenly she crashed into someone and they both fell to the ground.
'watch where you're going.' The person growled.
'why don't you.' She hissed.
That seemed to make the person realize that she was new to the school.
'oh sorry, I thought you were somebody else.' They apologized and pulled her to her feet.
'you okay?'
'yeah.' She said gruffly and began picking up her things which has spilled out of her bag when she fell. She straightened up and saw that the other person was a guy. He had spiky blonde hair and a short loose braid at the back.
'im Mystel.' He said, holding out his hand.
'im Miko.' She said, shaking his hand.
'where ya heading?' he asked.
'some stupid class called…uh…Social Responsibility & Careers.'
'hey im going there too, ill show you to the class if you like?' he offered.
'no, I would like to wander aimlessly in the halls.' She replied sarcastically.
the class fell silent as there was a knock on the door. Irritably, the teacher walked across the room from where he was teaching and opened the door.
'ah, mr ptomeli, nice of you to join us, though next time, I advise you to come 15 minutes earlier. And- my, who's this?'
'um…a new student?' Miko said, raising her eyebrows.
At the back of the room, Bryan nudged Tala in the ribs and the redhead looked up form his conversation with a blonde sitting in front of him, he gaped, somebody must love him up there.
'come on in, why don't you tell the class a little something about yourself?' Mr. Tuzuki beamed, his eyeline dropping slightly.
Miko's eyes narrowed. 'name's Miko Kiwatashi, 17, my interests are not important to you. And I suggest you not to get on my bad side, because then, you will get your ass kicked.'
'ahem. Okay then, miss kiwatashi, you can take a seat by Mr Balkov there, Bryan please raise your hand.'
A vein twitched on Miko's head as she recognized the purple-haired and the redhead beside them.
'is there an alternative seat?' she asked. The class gaped. The girls, or sluts, of the class gasped silently, no one ever rejected the players of the school, and definitely not refusing to even sit inches close to Tala Valkov.
'is there a problem?' mr tuzuki asked, 'don't worry, Bryan and Tala wont bite.'
'much.' Miko muttered, but some of the students heard and they chuckled.
'pardon?'
'nothing. I was just saying how…uh….i don't mind sitting by them….' She said through gritted teeth, 'for now.'
'then go.' The teacher said, pointing down the room.
'stupid faggot.' Miko muttered as she walked down the aisle, rolling her eyes at some of the expressions on the girls' faces, some were glaring, some were in awe with detest, all for sitting beside the players of the school. Boy, this was going to be a long year.
'are you serious?' Desera asked, incredelous.
'young lady, what do you have aganst this?' the teacher asked back, putting her hands on her hips.
'why did you pair me up with him?' she said, gesturing to the smirking bluenette.
Some girls in the class gasped, how could she say such a thing to Kai Hiwatari.
'if I may offer some advice..um…Deseara…instead of actually pointing to him, you can address to him as-' a blonde spoke up.
'this is none of your business, and I don't need to know what I can call that, because frankly, I don't care.' Deseara shot back.
'girls, girls girls, enough.' Ms. Susanah said. 'Deseara, this is just for this project, besides, maybe mr hiwatari could show you around the school. And miss saigon, this is enough, im sure we've all heard, either from you or your friends, what anyone can call mr hiwatari many many times.'
'fine.' Deseara huffed and sat down begrudgingly beside Kai.
'don't. start.' She hissed when he opened his mouth to speak.
'I was just going to say hi, angel.' He smirked.
'that would be madina to you.' She snapped.
'now why the attitude, I aint all that bad am I?'
'you have no idea.' Deseara muttered, scowling. 'stop smirking!' she hissed at Misha, who was sitting at the table next to them with her partner. 'sorry, cant help it.' her friend replied.