Casey breezed through the school's hallway easily. His pace was quick enough to get to class on time, yet his appearance and reputation still caused a few people to stop and stare at him as he sauntered down the hall. One hand in his pocket of the school jacket he wore and his other hand had a loose grip on his Calculus binder. His right palm squeezed two things that were in his jacket pocket: Hermione's locket and Rosaline's ring. The end on the heart-shaped locket was being pressed into his flesh. He knew that was going to leave a mark later for his mother to chasitse him about. However, he didn't care, becuase at the moment, he was heading for room 207. French class.
"Ms. Rosaline?" Casey asked, tapping lightly on the classroom door. The woman looked up, her dark curls moving ever so slightly as she did so.
"Ah, Casey! Hello!" she greeted him, her French accent weaving into her words. She placed the pen down on her desk and sat upright, giving him her undivided attention.
"Ms. Rosaline, you see I found this the other day outside, and I was wondering if it was yours," he said, pulling the ring out of his pocket. Rosaline's expression changed from content to relieved.
"Oh Casey! I 'ave been looking for zis everywhere!" She put a hand on her desk to steady herself. Casey just faked a 'you're very welcome' smile and placed the ring into her open palm.
"I'm very glad I could return it to you," he replied as she slipped the ring onto her finger.
"Oh I must reward you somehow!" Bingo. Casey smiled again.
"Ms. Rosaline, you don't have to do anything for me!" he said, faking a shocked look. Ms. Rosaline shook her head.
"Oh but I must! I do not know vat I could geeve you in return...oh! I see zat you 'ave less that a perfect grade! I could rasie zat up eef you like!" Casey, once again, faked a smile.
"That would be wonderful Ms. Rosaline! I would like that." Rosaline smiled.
"I vill do zat zen! Good bye Casey! I vill see you tomorrow!" He waved slightly.
"See ya'." Then he turned and headed for room 104, which was Calculus.
Mission accomplished.
"Obviously, some of you failed to remember basic skills from Algebra and geometry," Mr. Sils huffed as he passed out the tests from last week. From what Casey could see, every paper was just swimming in red marks. The highest grade he had seen so far was barely a C. Mr. Sils placed Casey's test in front of him, face down. Casey turned it over.
97.5
The rather, fat, oily and obnoxious kid, Billy Evans, that sat behind him, peeked over his shoulder. His jaw dropped and he snatched Casey's test out of his hands.
"He's a cheat! There's now way this fag got this high of a grade!"Billy shouted. Casey grabbed his test back as well as Billy's with in-human speed.
"Well there's no way a senior got this low of a grade!" Casey flashed the test in front of Billy and then showed it to the rest of the class.
12.7
Some people whispered. Other people ignored him.
Then the whole class burst out into peals of laughter. Billy grew red and tore his test from Casey with his clamy hands. Casey just smirked and sat back down, facing his teacher who was rolling his eyes.
"Like I was SAYING!" Mr. Sils yelled over his students who instantly quieted, "we'll have to do some reveiw today. Anyone who got a B or high can take a nap, work on other things, do homework or whatever. As long as you're quiet." Casey, along with a few other people, took out other assignments from various classes, earning jealous glares from everyone else. The other B-or-high students gave out apologetic glances. Casey, however, pulled Hermione's locket out from his jacket and stared at it.
I wonder how long it will be...before she notices that it's gone...
Later that day, the driver was opening the door for Casey, who quickly went inside and up to his room, where he flopped onto his bed.
"School with be the end of me," he groaned.
"CASEY!" His mother's voice barked through the intercom.
"If she isn't..." he muttered. Then he his the reply button. "Yeah?"
"Don't use that casual tone with me," his mother ordered, "I see you have a perfect grade in French."
"Yes ma'am."
"Good. Keep it that way."
"Yes ma'am." He rolled onto his back and undid his tie. He fingered the navy and gray material before tossing it aside. He stared at the blank ceiling. Life, was boring. He was...well, bored. He took out Hermione's locket once again and stared at it. He noticed even though he had stolen it a week ago, he had never opened. His fingers made quick work of it and the locket popped open easily.
It was empty.
Where two pictures could've been, all he saw was a slightly deformed, gold-tinted reflection of himself. He snapped the locket shut and switched on the television that was propped on the wall. Some music video came into veiw and Casey turned to his just lovely homework, listening to some teeny-bopper pop to help him blur out the pain that was the ENGLISH HOMEWORK OF DOOM!
He worked diligently, moving on from his English to Physics and eventually back to English. An extra cerdit assignment:
"Write a one-page paper on why you would rather be a villain or a hero. Explain why."
"Villain. Most definitly," he murmered to himself. You can do anything you want, even things that are illegal, and no one will be surprised. His little insight suprised himself. He was a good kid, really. A bit rebelious here and there. Also a bit of a snob...somewhat vain too...but Casey never found himself on the wrong side of the street. He stayed away from all alleyways and anyone that gave him chills just by one glance.
Casey fingered the delicate chain of Hermione's locket. What did this locket mean? It was in his hand...he had stolen something from someone he knew, and it wasn't the first time. Did this make him bad? No. It made him special with his abnormally fast reflexes and ability to lie without a small voice in the back of his mind telling him it was wrong. He sneered at the thought. Then his expression faded into one that displayed a mix between curiosity, awe and disgust.
I'm going to return Hermione's locket to her, he decided, tonight.
A/n: Blarg. Not my best. I left it off at a bit of a cliffy...I wrote this in a bit of a rush because today's my last day of winter break! (Noooo!) So back to school I go for a 2nd semester and Mum's making me work harder...I promise I'll update once a week (probably Sundays) and that I WILL finish this story.
Toodles!
-Misty
