You Really Suck

An Ib Fanfiction

A/N: And here is chapter 3!

I'm really glad that people are reading this, because I love writing this story. It's so fun! So I really hope you're enjoying this as much as I am!

Thanks for everything, and enjoy!

Chapter 3- Sing a Song

These paintings are so pretty!

And they're so well made!

But…it's eerie…

They look like they'll kill me at any moment…

It was the last period of the day, and I must say, I'm livid. Absolutely livid. It went like this:

"Alright class," said the teacher. "We are going to start our project for the Gallery Showcase. It is required that all students participate. Basically, you get a partner, and the two of you will work on a song together. It has to be a song that agrees with the topic that is chosen by the board. You will research it, learn it, and then perform with the students from the instrument classes. Any questions?"

Garry raised his hand and then called out, "Are we allowed to choose our partners?"

The teacher shook his head. "No, you may not. Your partner will be chosen by me. "

Garry said nothing after that. I just sat there, staring out the window. I was half paying attention, half not.

"Alright, the partners are…"

And he went on and on listing who were partners with whom. I really wasn't paying any attention.

"Isabella and Garry"

Then I woke up. Both of us were horrified. Me? Working with him? I mean, he was probably thinking the same about me, but still. Like HELL I was going to work with him. We both called out in unison.

"CAN WE SWITCH PARTNERS?"

The teacher sighed. "No. You are not allowed to switch."

Garry and I both slunked in our seats. Neither of us said anything. There was nothing to say. We both silently listened, hoping to find a way out of this. I mean, I already had to deal with him at work, why in my free time, too?!

The teacher explained on the way to the library that we would be meeting at the library for classes until after the exhibit. I actually didn't mind that part, I've always wanted to visit the school library, but I never get a chance. The teacher opened the door, and the cluster of students walked in behind him, I, at the back, almost lost my breath. It was huge! It had to be at least 2 stories high, and jam-packed with books. I looked around, trying to take everything in, until I bumped into the librarian. I gasped again. "Mason?" I quietly said to him. He smiled and ruffled my hair. "Heya Ib," he quietly said. "Why are you here?"

"Oh, I'm the new student here, Isabella."

Mason laughed quietly. Like myself, he was a BA, and he held the title of youngest before me. He had to be about 25, maybe 24. He has light brown hair, blue eyes, and a big smile. Whenever I needed help, I would come to him. He wore a pink shirt with a white tie and white dress pants. His shoes were also white, and there wasn't a speck of dirt on him. Then he shoved me lightly. "You better get to your class. You don't need your cover blown in front of the boss's kid."

"Oh, so you noticed?"

"How could I not? He's a total prick." Mason huffed at that.

I laughed. Good old Mason.

"Isabella. I understand you're new, but please join the class over here."

"Y-yessir."

I waved good-bye to Mason and re-joined the class. I took my place next to Garry (unfortunately) and the teacher continued speaking.

"This year's topic is foreign music. You and your partner are going to research foreign music styles, pick a language, and then a song. Try to go for something original; we don't need you ALL doing Gangnam Style."

Everyone separated, and Garry and I sluggishly walked to the back. Mason didn't help by waving with a bright, sarcastic smile. Of course, that earned him a glare.

"So, which language do you want to do?"

Of course, Garry was busy texting. So I took a random book and started to read. The first one I pulled was "The Collected Works of Guertena".

Guertena?

That name…

All the sudden I had the worst headache in the world. I felt like collapsing to the ground, but I knew that wouldn't be good, considering the stunt I pulled last week. So I stood there, pretending to read, while my head burned.

"What are you reading?"

Shit! No, Garry! No no no no no! Not now!

"N-nothing…just a book…"

I flipped through the pages. There had to be something in the book that I needed to see, hence why my head was preventing me from looking. As I reached near the back, it got worse and worse, until…

The rose is your life. As it withers, you wither away as well.

Ib! Go to that room over there! I'm sure we can lose them!

My rose is yellow! Ib's rose is red! I love the colour red! I also love pink, oh! And blue!

I dropped the book and woke up from whatever that was. Those voices…they're so familiar!

"Whoa Isabella. Why did you drop the book like that?" Garry was behind me now. There was no way I was telling him what I saw.

"Er, I thought I saw a spider."

Of course, I wanted to slap myself for ever joking about being scared by a spider, but I had an identity to keep.

"Then why are you sweating so much? It's not hot in here at all."

Ohhh boy. This was going to be hard to excuse.

"Arachnophobia?"

"Oh. Alright then."

I quietly sighed relief. I was almost tempted to open the book up again, but the bell rang to go home. Maybe another time, I suppose. On the bus, Garry was talking about my 'arachnophobia' that I supposedly had. He didn't seem to believe it though, but everyone else did. Mary didn't seem to care in the least; she was too busy clinging to Garry. While they gossiped and flirted with Garry (except Kourin. No, I'm serious, the guys were too.) I tried to make sense of everything. First, the voices. The first sounded like mine, except a lot younger, maybe nine. The second and third sounded around the same age, nine or ten. Except the second was a boy's, very feminine though. It was hard to tell he was a boy. But somehow I just knew. There was something definitely strange about this, and I needed answers. I guess Mason would be my best bet.

At work, the first person I saw was Mason's boyfriend, Len. I went up to him first.

"Hey Len, have you seen Mason?"

Len turned to me. He has turquoise eyes, a high voice, and is really girly. His hair is blonde and always put into a small ponytail in the back of his head. He's a really good singer, too.

"No, I haven't. Why?"

"Oh, just a question," I sighed. Well, I was out of ideas.

"Anything I can answer?"

And then the ray of hope came. Maybe Len knew something about this Guertena guy!

"Um, do you know who Guertena is?"

Len shook his head fast and smiled. Oh gee, maybe this wasn't so bad!

"Wiess Guertena is an underground artist, famous for his art he probably painted when he was high. He disappeared a long time ago, and he was only a teenager when he painted it all! He disappeared at about age 18, I think. Ever since then, his works were displayed in various countries all around the globe, until it rested here eight years ago in the BOCES Performing Arts High School."

I turned an icky shade of ivory, and gulped. "Did it now?" I said sheepishly.

"Yes, I remember because the boss's son went there on opening night."

"I see. Thank you, Len," I said politely.

"No problem!" He waved and walked away.

The whole night, I was trying to take this in. There was something in that gallery that was being erased from my mind, and anytime I get close to figuring it out, my head hurts. All throughout the night, I got random headaches. Whatever is or was there is being suppressed from me, as if I don't want to know. But I know I do. There is something down there, and no matter how long it takes me to figure it out, no matter how many times I get hurt, I am going to figure this out.

And like hell some stupid headaches are going to stop me.

A/N: I love this chapter too much. Ib is all heroic and stuff. And yes, Garry was younger in my version of the gallery. Super tall, but younger. Again, I hope you all enjoyed! Please drop a review to tell me how I did! Also, I have no idea who the next 8 BA members are going to be, so leave your suggestions in the reviews. Thanks for reading!

~TheSemasin