Okay, I lied, I didn't finish this the same day I posted the first chapter. I have been SUPER busy, and the only thing I can give you right now is this crappy chapter.
I hope to work on chapter 3 really soon, and make it not as crappy as this one.
Algebra didn't last long after that. The bell rang after Mr. Cunningham decided on our extra problems. I don't know how many of us are actually going to do them, but if they didn't pay any attention like me, then obviously not a whole lot.
"Move, move, move, move," I hear Dustin say in panic as he shoves himself past me. I wanted to shout at him for pushing me, but I didn't have time before I was shoved aside again.
"Bear's gonna make you pay, you little punk!" Bear shouts, his fist raised high as he chased the skinny blonde. They both ran past one of the underclassmen, pushing the poor girl over onto the floor. Her books and loose papers went flying everywhere.
"Can't you two be more careful?" Seiko shouted, raising a fist in the air. She immediately turned her attention to the girl and offered her a hand.
"Are you alright?" she asked. The girl hugged her textbooks close to her chest, looking up at Seiko with her big blue eyes.
"Y-Yes," she says, her tone quiet. I looked down at my feet, looking at a piece of paper that scuffed beside my shoe. Leena Collins was scribbled across the top, so I guessed it was some worksheet she had to do.
"Uh, I don't know if this is important or not, but here," I muttered, handing her the paper after Seiko helped her onto her feet. She looked at me, her gaze a bit wary from the tone I used. I can't say I blame her, though.
"I swear, it's a miracle that Dustin hasn't been torn limb from limb yet," Seiko started to ramble. "And I know Bear was upset over the extra homework problems, but to shove aside the poor underclassmen is just so rude."
"Uh…" Leena stammered as Seiko continued her random ramble. She looked around, as if to debate if she should walk away or not. I presumed to poke her in her shoulder, which caused her to flinch a bit.
"You can go if you want. She is just talking to herself now," I whispered to her. The underclassmen nodded her head and sped off, reaching her hand out to grab the mess of papers that flew out of her arms due to the sudden speed. I shook my head slightly and turned to Seiko.
"Proud of yourself? You're scaring the underclassmen," I said, putting a hand on my hip. Seiko stared at me a moment, blinking before looking beside me.
"Oh, I didn't realize she left," she says, tapping a finger on her chin. "Regardless, I outta say something to Dustin later about this."
"About what? Speaking out or knocking people over?" I tell her with an eye roll. Talking to Dustin about anything is next to pointless. That boy has the attention span of a monkey.
"Whoa, did you see that? What did Dustin do this time?" I heard someone laugh from behind. I turned around, smiling a bit as I did.
I saw no other than my friend Yoto Yoa, who was with his twin brother, Yen. Yoto was probably one of the coolest guys I knew, and was also given the actual title of class clown, unlike Dustin. He was absolutely hilarious, and he knew just when to be funny. I have to admit, he can go a little far sometimes, but thankfully he's friends with most of the teachers, besides Professor Pester anyway.
His brother Yen was okay. He didn't talk much and was kind of a loner. He was one of those kids that would spend lunch period in the library rather than the cafeteria. Despite being a loner, you could always find his fangirls trailing behind him and watching his every step, because apparently girls love those emo/loner kinds of guys. Yen never pays attention to them, so I had no idea if he even cared for them or not.
"Nothing, other than pissing off your uncle," I answered. Yoto let out a slight chuckle.
"So Uncle Bart strikes again, huh? How much homework did he give you guys?"
"About three or so pages of problems."
"Wow, that's a lot even for him. How many of you are gonna do it?"
"On a scale from a few to Leafos… only Leafos."
"Figures," I heard Yen mutter. I shot him a slight glare. He glared at me right back, not really giving two shits about my look.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. Yen merely shrugged in response, while Yoto rolled his eyes.
"No one ever does Uncle Bart's work. He thinks it's because everyone is lazy, although I think he knows deep down it's because no one cares," The ginger answered, nodding his head slightly.
"Considering that Dustin has a habit of letting him know that every day, that's not hard to believe," Seiko remarked, folding her hands underneath her giant sleeves. Yen glanced upward, possibly looking at one of the electric clocks that were distributed throughout the school.
"Come on Yoto, we are going to be late," he mumbled. Yoto gripped his shirt, around the chest part, right where his heart out to be.
"Of course, we can't be late for history, can we?" He says dramatically, falling on his brother's shoulder slightly. "It would upset dear Ms. Pendragonache so much!"
"Shut up, that is not what I meant," Yen said, pushing Yoto off of his shoulder. Yoto snickered, which had to make me chuckle a bit as well. If there was anything Yen was known for, it would have to be the big crush he has on the history teacher, Ms. Pendragonache. She is one of the youngest teachers that work here, and also one of the prettiest. I think Yen only liked her not only for her attractive face, but also because she was tough. When she came here last year, many of us decided to take advantage for her lack of teaching experience and try and use her class time as a free period. The woman came prepared though- once she stepped foot in that classroom she taught us with an iron fist and kept most of us in line. History, as boring as it is, was probably one of the few classes I actually paid any attention in.
"Oh contraire, my lovestuck brother," Yoto called out to Yen as the other twin walked away. He gave no response as he headed for Ms. Pendragonache's room. Seiko sighed.
"Well, while you both pick on Yen, I need to get to art class," She says, flipping my ponytail under her fingers. I swatted at her hand, as I hated it when people touch my hair, although she had already scampered off.
"You heard Yen though- we can't leave his beloved waiting," Yoto cooed, clapping his hands together. I lost it again when he started to bat his eyes to add to the little joke. After that, we headed onto class.
The bell rang as we entered the room. Thankfully, Ms. Pendragonache had a tendency to get held up at times so the few of us could make it without a penalty. Not that I should worry- I was with Yoto, and while I was another average student to Ms. Pendragonache, Yoto was one of her favored ones. That was due to his silly antics in class that made her chuckle from time to time, and the fact that he at least tried, even though his notes consisted of doodles most of the time.
Not even a minute had passed, and just about everyone was in their seat. Yoto and I were closer to the middle of the room, while Yen decided to seat himself in the front of the room. Other than Dustin, who was currently up at the whiteboard doing who-knows-what, there was no one else in the class I really knew. Which is kind of sad, since we are pretty far into the year.
"Man, she's later than usual. I wonder if she's making out with some old guy in the teachers' lounge," Dustin piped up in the front of the room. Half of his body was hidden underneath the projector screen, which had been pulled down to cover the white board. With the soft sound of marker patting against the board, it was obvious he was doodling something for Ms. Pendragonache.
"Don't be stupid. She's obviously held up with important work," I heard Yen say aloud. He was always quick to defend her, and that hadn't changed from the moment he found out she was gonna be his history teacher.
"Important work alright," Yoto piped up, using air quotes. Yen turned around, glaring at his twin. Yoto only responded with a polite smile, his hands folded over one another on his desk. I rolled my eyes; he looked like such a dork when he tried to look civilized.
"Dustin, what are you doing behind there anyway?" I called out, raising a brow in suspicion. He didn't reply, although everyone could hear the childish giggles he had. That could only mean one two things: he was either writing Ms. Pendragonache a message written in thirty-two forms of hello, or he was drawing a penis.
"You really should sit down. Ms. Pendragonache will yell if you don't," I hear someone pipe up from the back. I don't know who it was, and I decided not to pay attention to it. After all, it was obviously some kind of Teacher's Pet by the sound of it.
"Pfft, she yells at me all the time," Dustin said, rolling his eyes as he appeared from underneath the screen. He quickly tossed the marker aside, and dashed to his seat, practically taking the desk out in the process. We all give him a strange look, all wondering what this kid has done. Unfortunately, none of us had the chance to check as Ms. Pendragonache had made her way into the room.
"Good morning, students. Sorry for being late," She manages to say, shutting the classroom door behind her. Her heels clacked against the floor as she hurried in, dropping off the folders in her hand at her desk. Her long brown hair swished around her shoulders, catching the eye of a few of the guys. I looked around, and rolled my eyes at some of their drooling faces. I never understood the fascination guys had for women out of their league.
"Ms. Pendragonache, can we watch a movie today?" Dustin piped up. She looked up, raising a brow at him.
"No, we 'ave important work to do today," she scolded, reaching for the screen's string to pull it back up. "Now, we left of yesterday on the discussion of the growth of…"
Suddenly, the room went silent, for my prediction was correct. Underneath the screen, Dustin had drawn a gigantic red penis, right smack in the middle of the white board. While most students' jaws had dropped in surprise, and others trying to contain their perverted laughter, Ms. Pendragonache kept a stoic face, as if the immature drawing didn't faze her in any way.
"Growth of what?" Yoto piped up. Dustin lost it right then and there, following with Yoto afterwards. Then I started to lose it, and then everyone else did. The only one who wasn't clutching his sides in pain was probably Yen, who looked annoyed.
"Dustin… Yoto," Ms. Pendragonache suddenly whispered. Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible. The class went silent once again as she looked over her shoulder, with the exception of Yoto and Dustin. The two morons were still giggling like a bunch of little girls at their joke, despite Ms. Pendragonache's angry gaze.
"Yes, Ms. Pendragonache?" Yoto asked, resting his head on his hand, trying his best to have a sincere look. She took a deep breath, as if she was trying to keep her cool.
"Yoto, come 'ere and clean the board," She says so calmly before turning to Dustin. "And as for yew, Mr. Comedian, I will be seeing you after school for detention."
"What? That's so unfair! Yoto made the perverted joke," Dustin said, pointing an accusing finger at Yoto. The red-head only stuck his tongue out at the blonde over his shoulder.
"You initiated it by drawing genitals on my board. Now, back to wot I was saying," Ms. Pendragonache begins to pass it off, as if not wanting to dwell on the subject anymore. Dustin pouted, sinking in his seat.
"So I get detention for making art, while Yoto gets to make gross jokes and only have to clean the board. That's so legit," Dustin whispered under his breath. "You know, this wouldn't happen if we just watched a movie."
"Two days detention, Mr. Barkward," Ms. Pendragonache said.
"Son of a-"
"I'm telling you, that woman is out to freaking get me," Dustin says through his mouth full of sandwich. I grimace as little pieces of his food splattered amongst the lunch table.
"Well, maybe you deserve that for drawing genitals on Ms. Pendragonache's board," Seiko says, wiping the chewed-food up with her napkin.
"Yeah, you know she doesn't take that kind of shit. You dug your own grave, buddy," Maxime cut in just as she was shoving a few French fries into her mouth. Dustin frowned.
"You know, sometimes I wonder why I sit over here," he says. I shrugged.
"Probably because we are the closest things you have to friends," I answered. Dustin turned and gave me a hard look, to which I replied with a simple smirk.
"God, I hate that lunch line. I didn't miss anything, did I?" Yoto says as he quickly sat in his seat. His food scattered around his tray a bit, although with a quick motion of his hands, Yoto put it all back into order.
"We were all just making fun of Dustin. You didn't miss much," Maxime answered. Yoto's face suddenly sprung a toothy grin.
"Oh really?" He turned to Dustin. "Is this about history class?"
"Hey, I shouldn't have been the only one getting detention," He said. Yoto put a hand on his chest, his eyes wide.
"You aren't implying that I should have gotten detention too, are you?" he asked. Dustin nodded.
"Hey, all I did was drawing the penis. You were the one who made the growth joke-"
"Oh God, that weirdo is coming over here again," Maxime hissed through her gritted teeth. Seiko and I both looked over.
"Oh no," Seiko whimpered. On the way over to our table was Seedos, that nerd I mentioned earlier ago. He was strutting his way over to our table, a goofy grin on his freckled face while his glasses remained as crooked as ever.
"Are you talking about Seedos? He's not that bad," Yoto says.
"Not bad? Do you even see what he's wearing? You can't wear blue and orange together," Seiko squeaked, fiddling her hands together in a fret. Yoto gave her a blank look.
"And you walk around wearing a yukata like its normal," he remarked. I had to laugh, because the offended look Seiko gave him was absolutely priceless.
"What's up Seedmour?" Dustin said, holding out his hand in a high-five. Seedos eyed it weirdly. Dustin frowned.
"It's a high-five, dude," he said. Seedos' expression hadn't changed.
"Is this something the cool kids do?" he asked. Dustin put his hand down.
"Never mind Seedos," he mutters. Seedos set his tray down, smiling like a fool all of a sudden.
"Okay then. But I have the most fascinating fact on this new breed of seed we talked about in biology-"
"I'm out of here," Maxime suddenly interrupted. She then picked up her lunch, turned her back to the table and proceeded to walk to the other side of the cafeteria, leaving the rest of us to suffer in seed facts. I wanted to get up and join her, and I was pretty sure Seiko did too, rather than have her leave me here with the trio of dorks. Unfortunately, Seiko and I couldn't leave just as Seedos began his rant about the seeds.
Maxime is pretty cool, but you don't know a real bitch until they leave you and your friends with a future spermologist.
