Note: Yes, I'm trying to make some things as vague as possible. XD Aaaaand this will update once a month at most. I guess it depends on how excited I get when I see reviews...
It had nothing to do with the boy in her class room or the fact that both her Mother and Sister like to see her accessorized. Not at all. She was just conscious of what she looked in the mirror in front of her. Her second day of classes and Maddeline didn't know what exactly to wear. She had let her sister and mother take care of that yesterday and yet she was debating about it today.
"Maddie, would you hurry up already?" her sister whined, putting her hair up as a finishing touch of her own uniform. Emily, an all around 'cool' girl, was setting herself up for the second day of classes. Sadly, she didn't go to Jeimrock High school.
"You look fine! Heck, all the boys will be on your feet, begging them to show a little more!" Emily said, trying to make the situation better when obviously it made the other more flustered.
"I-I don't want to make my students see anything like that!" Maddeline exclaimed, her cheeks growing warm as she had momentarily thought of a certain red eyed boy before Emily had said that. She pulled down her skirt a bit more out of the self-conscious feeling washed over her. A velvet beige blouse and a frilly pencil skirt was glaring her in the face. She chose it but wasn't sure about the pickings now. She was scared that she may have been recognized by her own student.
Okay, maybe it was about that certain boy in her class.
"Do not pull on de skirt, Maddeline! You will get it all wrinkled." her Mother slightly yelled as she came over to her with black 1 inch heels. Her golden brown hair was still not up in a ponytail like she usually left it. It was still somewhat early in the morning. She came up to her daughter and raised the helm a little higher than desired.
"M-mama!" Maddeline cried out, trying to pull it to it's original position.
"Maddeline! If you don't want to look like how you normally do, you 'ave to look and act the part of a different person!" Francine scolded, her french accent showing more now. Emily flopped on Maddeline's bed and rolled herself up in the sheets like a cocoon. Francine immediately looked her way.
"Emily! Don't go back to sleep! Go downstairs and eat your breakfast. I made your favorite."
From that, Emily quickly got out of bed and zoomed passed the two ladies and down the staircase. Now in silence, Maddeline tried to put on her shoes as her mother sat on her now untidy bed, looking at her.
"Zo? What iz the matter?" Francine asked as she crossed her arms. Maddeline stood still for one moment and tried to feel the heel of her foot go further in the back of the shoe. She wasn't facing her mother.
"What do you mean?" was what Maddeline could say.
"I know zomething 'appened. You can not lie to me or act like nothing 'appened. Maddeline..."
Maddie now looked back at her mother. Francine motioned for her to sit beside her. She did as followed.
"Mama, I met a boy..." Maddeline started out. The french woman started to smile and laugh a bit.
"I'm glad your starting to zee men in a new light, mon cher! I knew this day would come~"
"Wh-what? No Mama! Not like that!" Maddeline's face flushed as she tried to explain what happened.
"Hmm, zo, did thiz boy catch your act?" Francine questioned, already knowing the answer. Maddeline stayed quiet for a second.
"No...I'm not actually sure now..."
The french mother rose and walked towards the door, looking back at her daughter.
"Well, there's only one way to find out. Good luck mon petit." And with that, she left Maddeline to ponder in her thoughts. Maddie looked into the mirror again. She had her red rimmed glasses on and her hair, which was down to her upper back, was still somewhat wavy. She sighed and traded her glasses with a darker red rimmed ones. She placed her hair in a wig and tidied up the fake hair. She thanked her cousin in mind for the glasses, the disguise it distributed had fully cloaked her to seem to be a different kind of girl. Yet, she was always careful of her appearance, so she made sure the wig was in place. Just in case she lost those glasses.
It was a good thing that she was already developed, otherwise the glasses' 'techni-cloak' would have made empty space where her hips and breast were. Too bad she wasn't as tall as her sister. She looked in the mirror, lightly slapped her cheeks and showered her reflection with a confident smile.
"Okay Canako! Don't you fret! He DEFINITELY did not catch you!"
Maddeline then got her bag, where all her materials were in for that day, and rushed downstairs. She quickly ate her pancakes (with surprising speed), said her goodbye's to her family and left for school in her red car.
\~Gotta go and face my doom...~/
Gilbert couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. While walking to school that morning, he thought about the events that happened yesterday. Overall, it was a good day. Would've been awesome if his friends had joined in but he didn't mind. He got to meet a very cute girl yesterday and be on a teacher's good side. One less hassle at a time.
Yet, what was bothering him now was the strange similarities that the two women had. He was positive that the Teacher was older than him and that the girl he met, Canako, was younger than him. He somehow deduced it to this: Those two are siblings. It made perfect sense to him. So why was it that he felt wrong about his deduction? He shrugged it off as he saw his friends round the corner.
"Hey! What's up?" Gilbert started, hugging his friends from behind. The other two smiled and half hugged the German.
"The sky, haha!" Antonio said, being silly as always and feeling carefree of the world.
Francis shook his head a bit before commenting back, "Just walking to zchool, az alwayz, mon ami. Where we're you yezterday?"
" 'Trying to make up the lyrics to our next big gig in the usual place." Gilbert said, now walking beside the two.
"I'm surprised the teachers haven't said anything about that." Anotnio said, his eyes widened.
"Well, Antonio, that's because I'm awesome." Gilbert concluded. "Besides, that's awesome music I'm making. Why would they even try to make it stop? Kesesesesese~"
Francis chuckled at that. "Didn't they try to stop us from playing on the cafeteria tables our song in Freshmen year?"
"Yeah but that's because they didn't get the memo that time.." Gilbert responded.
"So when will we play our next song?" Antonio asked.
"At the battle of the bands over in the next town. It'll start at the end of the month." Gilbert said. He grinned at the thought of being victorious. The three entered the school now, the kids swarming about, talking to one another. The trio weren't late today. Typically because they felt like it.
"Will you be playing zoccer today?" the frenchman asked.
"Maybe." Gilbert said, now thinking back at where he met the blonde girl. "I was thinking of meeting someone today..."
"Ohon~ A lucky girl?" Francis asked, now getting MANY ideas. Gilbert and Antonio laughed at this.
"Yeah, she's pretty awesome, too. I'm thinking of hanging out with her today."
"Already?" Antonio asked. They all pretty much had a reputation at being with many girls, whether voluntarily or not, and the whole school knew. The girls never minded, though, sharing the Bad Touch Trio as they were famously called.
Gilbert made a face and didn't look at Antonio's way. "It's not like that. This time I approached her without thinking, really."
The other two friends shared a knowing look. "Well, mon ami, you are popular with the ladies, too. Make shure you don't cause any problems. These women are all feisty."
"Yeah, I know. I remember what happened last time." Gilbert finished, feeling lousy at the memories. The women in the general area never minded to share the band's members but some fans had a whole different agenda to the others. Some fans are crazy enough to tell extreme and clever lies and sabotage any possible romance. Any possible relationship made up with any of the band members. In a sense, that part of the guy's lives had turned pretty sensitive.
As the bell rang, they all decided to meet up at lunch and went towards their homeroom. As Gilbert entered the classroom, he saw that most students where already seated. Looked directly at where the teacher's desk was and he saw his new teacher writing on a piece of paper. He could tell she was anxious. She was very much like an open book. He got up to her desk and looked down at her. Maddeline twitched her hand after stopping her fluent movements. She slowly looked up at the boy in front of her, her eyes clicked with his in place. She felt terrified that, for a moment, she was caught in her act.
"Hey, how's the injury?" Gilbert quietly asked. Maddeline was caught off guard from that question as she slowly realized her small cut was somewhat showing. She forgot to put a bandage.
"Oh! Um, it's fine. Thank you for asking." Maddeline nervously said, her smile faltered a little.
"Do you have any siblings?" Gilbert asked. Some of the female students looked their way as soon as he said that, all thinking the same thing: 'He's doing THAT pick up line?!' and 'he's looking for a girlfriend?!'
"W-what?" Maddeline stammered. She felt relieved, if only a little. "Yes, I have a sister."
'Looks like I was right...?' Gilbert thought. He took another bandage, a small one, out of his pocket and placed it on the desk.
"Oh, that's good. I also have a brother. Here. You should probably cover that up. It doesn't look awesome on you."
He turned and walked to his desk leaving a dumbfounded Maddeline. The rest of the students in the class stared at the two, wondering if Gilbert was actually flirting with a teacher or not.
\~Wonder why he said that...~/
