Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or it's characters. I do not own the music. I do own Angela.
Legend:
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Chapter Two
"So what classes do you got?" a tall blonde girl asked a short dark haired girl. They were on a couch in the local college hangout, which was actually a basement with two rooms, one a playing room with two pool tables, a fooze ball table, a DDR machine, and a ping pong table, the other a lounge room with three couches surrounding a big screen TV, and a sound system in the back.
"Hm," the dark haired girl said as she rumaged in her large backpack. She pulled out a folded peice of paper. "Let's see...Biology from 9:00 am to 11: 45 am Monday, Wednesday with Prof. Davidson, Painting II from 1:00 pm to 3:45 pm Monday, Wednesday with Prof. Bently, College Algebra from 8:00 am to 9:15 am Tuesday, Thursday with Prof. Ross, and Japanese I from 12:00 pm to 2:00 pm Tuesday, Thursday with Prof..Ya..ya..Oh hell I can't pronounce it," she shrugged. "How 'bout you Candy?"
"Oh I'm not taking classes this semester," Candy said as she reached over and took the schedule and looked over it.
"Hey! Angela, isn't this Davidson the new teacher all the girls have been talking about!" She looked up, beaming. "I saw him the other day, and WOW! I'm so jealous. Talk about a reason to wake up in the morning!" She looked at her friend. "Is this why you dressed that way this morning?" She took in her friend's black spagetti strap shirt, the short green plaid skirt with the studded black belt, black leather boots, the white leather cuff on her right wrist, the black bead braclet on her left wrist, and the adjustable necklace with the moonstone pendant, at the moment it was in the choker version. "Not to mention the make up, you hardly wear it." Angela's make up,expertly done so that it didn't distract, was done to brighten her already brilliant green eyes and to bring out the rosy color of her cheeks.
Angela blushed. In turn she eyed her friend's black dress with the low cut neckline. "And what about you? You're actually wearing a dress. And you're here when you could be home snoozing as usual." Angela smirked. "Who are you trying to impress?"
Before her friend could stumble out an excuse, in walked a tall dark haired man in a dark green blazer and blue jeans. Candy bent towards Angela and whispered "Hunk at," she looked at her watch, "8:53 am."
"8:53! I'm gonna be late!" Angela gathered her things, checked her schedule and hurried out of the room, giving a hurried "Excuse me!" as she brushed past the man.
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As students filled the lecture room, the tall red haired teacher in a white long sleeved button up shirt and tan slacks wrote on the board.
Prof. Michael Davidson
Biology 1407
MW 9:00 -11:45
He turned around and waited for the class to settle down. "Alright, as the board says I'm Michael Davidson, I really don't mind being called Professor, Michael, Davidson or any combination of those words. I just insist on respect. Respect me and I'll respect you. I don't mind socializing, only as long as you're not disturbing or distracting others from learning. Also, if I notice that your grades aren't doing well and you happen to mostly socialize, I'll have to ask you to move away from the others. It's happened before, several times in fact." Michael rolled his eyes. "Honestly, I don't know why those boys couldn't flirt outside of class..." At this the students chuckled. "And as far as seating, just sit where you can hear me and see the screen and board." He pointed to the projector screen and the chalk board. "Okay now, everyone's favorite part, roll call." He smiled at the amount of moans, his green eyes twinkling. "It wont be that bad. I just want you to stand, and state your major and how you would like me to address you."
Roll call went smoothly, with only a few bumps, one of them being when he got to Angela. "...Kevin Philips..."
A tall boy in the back stood and said, "Here, you can call me Kev, and my major is micro biology."
"That means you've got a few more classes dealing with biology, you may even have me as a teacher again."
"Maybe," Kevin shrugged and sat back down.
Michael looked down at his roll sheet. "Okay, next victim. Angela Ross..."
Angela gritted her teeth -Might as well get it over with.- She stood, ignoring the catcalls, "Present, you can call me Angela and my major is graphic design."
Michael smiled apologeticaly at her. "Sorry, Angela." This time he directed his speech to the entire class, "I guess I forgot to mention another rule, I also ask you to be respectful to your fellow classmates, so no catcalls." The class quieted down again. "Now, lets move on..."
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As the class ended and the students filed out of the lecture room, Michael stalled Angela. "Angela," he said as she passed by his desk. She turned to him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen."
She shook her head. "No, you didn't do anything to cause them to make catcalls." She smiled, eyes sparkling, "I should have known better than to wear this outfit, but I like to make an impression." She laughed. "Besides, I'm proud to be different and wear what I want to."
Michael just stood there for a second, then he laughed. "You know I have a friend that's sort of a rebel himself, you two would probably get along."
Something caught Angela's eye. She smiled, "You seem to be a rebel yourself. Is that a tongue ring I see?"
Michael gave a shrug and a sheepish grin, "A reminder of my wild days in college."
"Ahh. Well seeya Wednesday," she said while walking towards the door.
"See you."
Angela smiled to herself. -Now I know why all the girls are practicaly fawning over him.- She smiled again, remembering Candy's reaction to him. -She's gonna kill me when she learns that I was talking to him after class.- She thought back to the conversation with him. -I wonder if he realizes I was flirting with him?- she thought as she headed towards the hangout.
As she walked down the stairs, she heared the distinct sound of the DDR. She called through the stairwell before she reached the bottom, "Is that who I think it is?"
The reply, from a male voice, was "Who else could it be?"
She smiled as she jumped over the rail the last few feet. She landed with a thud in front of the doorway to the 'playroom'. A group of boys and a few girls were standing around the DDR machine, watching a tall dark haired guy break it down on the machine. Angela navigated her way to the front, where she took a spot beside Candy, who was watching the guy so intently that she didn't notice Angela. "So what level is Alex on?" she asked, spooking Candy.
"Oh, hi. What other level...expert."
Angela smirked. -She's so transparent.- "Hey! Alex!" she yelled, knowing that if she didn't interrupt him, they'd be here forever. Alex tripped. As he regained his balance, he looked around. "Oh, hi Angela, Candy." He looked at the clock on the wall. "Oh SHIT!" He jumped off the machine and ran for his backpack. "Seeya girls, I'm late! My ass is sooo toast!"
Angela laughed at the dissappointed look on her friend's face. "So that's who you're trying to impress."
"Shhh!"
She laughed as they headed to the lounge area. When they walked in Angela noticed the man from this morning, he was laying on the couch, watching MTV2.
Candy noticed her look. "Oh yeah! You two didn't exactly 'meet'." She walked over to the man, "Hey Jason," she called.
He sat up, it turned out that he had been sleeping. "Yeah?" he said as he rubbed his eyes.
Candy pulled Angela over to the couch. "This is Angela, you know, the one that rushed past you this morning...Whaddya call her, 'that cute girl' right?"
Jason didn't even blush, but Angela did. "Uh, don't mind her, she's a bit nosy and rude," Angela said as she glared at her blonde friend.
Jason put his hand behind his head, "Nah, it doesn't bother me." He stretched his hand out to her, "Hi."
She shook his hand. "Hi." Then she turned to Candy. "Now we've been introduced." Candy smiled. Angela rolled her eyes. She looked at Jason, who had a mistified look on his face. "It's an inside joke," she explained. "When we were freshmen here, she insisted that we introduce ourselves by shaking hands and stating our names."
"That doesn't seem too odd..." he said, slightly confused.
"It is when she insisted we say 'hi' and shake hands even after we had already met and exchanged names."
Beep Beep
Jason looked at his watch. "Well, time for Freshmen Comp," he looked at the girls and smiled. "Well, seeya tomorrow." He grimaced. "That is if I make it through Algebra. Man it sucks to have Algebra at 8:00 in the morning."
"Yeah, who's your profesor?" Angela asked.
"Ross."
"We share that class together." She smiled, "Don't worry, she isn't that bad. She's my aunt."
"Ah..Well Seeya."
"Seeya," the girls said in unison.
After he closed the door, Candy squealed, "He's sooo cute!"
Angela smirked. "But not as cute as Alex eh?"
Candy blushed. She decided to change the subject. "Did you see his tongue ring, it was the plastic spikey ones."
Angela nodded. "Yeah, black and blue."
They sat on the couch and Candy leaned over, whispering "You know, I heard from this girl that the spikey ones are amazing when-"
At that moment three of their friends walked in. Angela, fearing what Candy was about to say, said loudly. "Are you serious! Are you getting tickets to the Powerman 5000 concert!"
Candy, taking her lead, replied "I'm not sure yet. I'll have to clear my schedule."
One of the guys walked over. "Are they really coming here? When?"
"In a month," Angela replied, glad that she had just heard the info on the radio.
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After Painting, Angela got a ride home from Candy. In the car she told Candy about what happened in Biology and about the conversation she had had with Michael. "No fuckin' way. He actually has a tongue ring!" Candy gasped.
"Yeah," Angela nodded. "It's the nude kind that are meant to blend in with your tongue so you can't see it unless you're face to face, and even then you have to be looking closely."
Candy smirked. "Ah...Meaning you were 'looking closely'."
Angela blushed. "He also has a small earring."
"I noticed the earring when I saw him. Man," Candy sighed, "I wish I had been you this morning."
Angela smiled. "If you had been me, you wouldn't have been able to talk to him."
Candy made a face, "Haha...I can't believe they'd allow a man with a tongue ring teach."
"He said it was a reminder of his wild days in college. I wonder how old he is, he doesn't seem that old."
"He's 29," was a quick reply from Candy.
Angela stared at her friend. "And how do you know that?"
"I heard it from some girl that was babbling about him."
"Hm, you and your nosyness."
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The next day Angela met Jason outside of the classroom. "Hey, what happened to the skirt?" he asked, looking at her black leather pants, and neon green tank top.
"In the dirty laundry, where else?" she replied. "Where's the blazer?" she asked, noting his black wife-beater and ripped blue jeans.
He smiled. "In the dirty laundry, where else?"
She chuckled at his comeback. "Always effective to use one's own words against them."
"Hey if it works it works." They walked into the classroom and took a table in the back. "So we're gonna be playmates eh?" Jason leered, brown eyes twinkling mischeviousely.
Angela leered back, her own eyes sparking mischeviousely. "Sure, as long as you show me-"
"Well, Angela, I'm mighty pleased that you would grace your old auntie with the honor of tormenting, I mean, teaching you," a woman in a plum dress said smiling as she entered the classroom holding a large binder filled with papers. "Now class settle down. We've got a lot to do in a short amount of time." She sat her things on the front table. "Now, you all know the routine. When I do roll call stand when I call your name, answer 'here' or 'present' and give me your major." She just ignored the moans.
The class didn't exactly drag, but to Jason and Angela it was still too long. -And as Jason put it, 8:00 in the morning is just too early for Algebra.- Despite the boring lecture about the sylabus and other rules that Mrs. Ross forgot to put in there, the hour and fifteen minutes wasn't entirely boring. She learned alot about Jason. He was 28, had dropped out of school at the age of fifteen, and at the age of nineteen he got a GED, though, as he said, he only did it to please his wife, who at the time was his fiancee, he had had no intention of going to college at the time, now however he was doing it because it had been her dying wish. Angela had decided that now wasn't a good idea to ask him anymore about his wife. After a few minutes of silence though, he perked back up. They then proceeded to write dirty jokes on a peice of paper, since they had been reprimanded about talking too much, and pass it back and forth.
Jason yawned as they walked out of the classroom. "You going to the hangout?" he asked.
Angela shook her head. "Nah, I have a lunch date with Candy and Alex."
"Ahh. Oh well," he yawned again. "I'll be in there sleepin'. I guess I'll seeya there tomorrow ?"
"Yeah, seeya."
As he walked away he threw a comment over his shoulder. "By the way, you look hot in those pants." Angela blushed as she rushed to meet Candy.
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"Candy! I'm gonna kill you! I'm late now because of you!" she griped at her friend as she grabbed her backpack out of the back seat.
Candy shrugged. "Sorry, how'd I know there'd be traffic."
"You should expect it by now! There's always traffic at lunch and at least one wreck!" Angel retorted as she slammed the door and ran across campus.
"You're welcome!" Candy yelled after her through the open window.
"Yeah yeah! Thank you!" Angela yelled back.
She missed the first ten minutes, just the amount of time it took for the instructor to teach the class how to pronounce his name and take roll. She stumbled into the room and was greeted by stares from the whole class, particularly a very cold stare from the professor. "Uh, sorry I'm late," she said sheepishly.
"Find a seat, we're going over the sylabus. What's your name?" he said stiffly taking out the roll sheet from the back of the papers in his hand.
"Angela Ross," she said as she found an empty desk by a dark haired boy with a skull earring. She had looked rebelious yesterday but this boy out did her. He wore black baggy pants that were tucked into black army boots, a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off tucked into the pants, a long black arm sock that reached from his knuckles to the bicep of his right arm, a black leather cuff on his left wrist and he had a black bandana around his forehead. The only color he had wasn't in clothes but in his red eyes and the white tips in his bangs that burst out like the outline of a cartoon explosion.
He smirked as she sat down. "You know, you could have made more of an impressive entrance if you had worn that green skirt and black spagetti strap shirt today instead of yesterday."
Angela stared at him,"How do you know what I wore yesterday?" -I'm sure I hadn't seen him yesterday. That hair is hard to miss.-
He smirked some more. "We have a friend in common." As she continued to stare he went on. "Jason."
"Ah.."
"He told me about this 'hot' girl in black leather pants and a neon green shirt at lunch."
"Hm, he said that did he? So what do you think?" she asked, sitting sideways in the desk, crossing her legs.
"Hn," was all that he said.
She started to ask him again when the teacher said "Ms. Ross, if you had been listening you would have heard me say that there is no talking in class while the instructor is teaching." She sat forward in her seat, chastised.
After class, when they were standing up, she found that the guy was about an inch shorter than her. -But as they say 'size doesn't matter'. And he's really cute.- "So, what's your name?"
He looked at her as he gathered his things. "Randy."
"Well Randy, I'm Angela." She said as she stuck out her hand. He just stared at it. She pulled her hand back, thinking -Ookay, not into hand shakes I guess.- "Well I guess I'll seeya around then."
"Hn."