The bell rang for class on the miserable Tuesday we like to call today. The members of the accelerated program, and the two mainstream sporting houses Red and Blue made up the student body. The sports houses naturally fought like cat and dog but then there was the Freelance learning program. They were the accelerated learning class of the school. The higher quality and more sophisticated of the students. The UNSC higher education facility for youths. Or UNSC High for short. UNSC High is highschool for those destined for military and defence based careers. High school but 93.6% of all students attending the before mentioned school go on to defend the earth against the greatest of enemies.
"Ugh I can't believe it's only a fucking Tuesday." He said slumping down in his chair after slamming his books on the desk.
"Watch your language Tucker, wouldn't want miss make you wash out your mouth with soap again."
"Oh shut the fuck up South. Just cause your fucking accelerated." South walked into the classroom wearing a violet blowse and a darker purple leather pencil skirt just covering her thighs. Her skirt had a thick lime green stipe through the middle and she wore a pair of strappy purple wedges on her feet.
'Whore' Tucker thought as he saw her enter the room.
"I know she threatens it all the time but I didn't think she'd actually go through with it. I mean, there has to be laws against that or something right?"
"I wouldn't be so sure CT, my mouth still tastes soapy." CT had brown hair cropped short with a long fringe. She was a nice girl usually but she was always hard on herself and well, like most of the freelancers, a bitch. She always wore brown and today she was wearing a dark brown tank top with a lighter hoodie and dark blue jeans.
"Yeah? Well my fucking face feels like it's Tuesday Tucker, no one gives a fuck about your face." York grumbled coming into the classroom with North covered in bruises from his run in with Carolina yesterday. "Thank you very much for that Wash."
Talk of the devil and she shall appear. "Talking about me again York."
"Yeah? What the fuck of it?" He said from his seat, head on the desk. Carolina laughed and sat in the desk in front of him. North sat in between York and Wash.
"Ignore York, he's always grumpy after he gets beaten up by his girlfriend." he quietly put his books down on the table and sat down. The remainder of the class walked in as the bell rang. Tex sat in between the freelancers and the blues while Church sat next to her and Caboose, in front of Tucker.
"Daaayum Tex, your ass is looking fine today." Just before teacher 479R walked in Tex swung round house kick into Tucker's desk sending him flying backwards still in his seat and against the back wall just missing the window. "Ow. Bitch that hurt."
"Cry fuckin baby." Griff said next to Simmons and Donut.
"Alright class, lets get to work. This unit we're studying Asia." Teachers for higher didn't use their names, they used a code. Three numbers and a letter. 479R had been at the school she'd been made a permanent fixture. The kids called her Miss Four.
"Shut up and learn something you uncultured shit!" Tex screamed at Tucker springing out of her chair and throwing a book at him smacking him right in the face.
"Ahhhh my fuckin nose!" He screamed cradling his face.
"TEXAS! Out of the classroom NOW!" Miss four yelled. She put down her text book and ran over to Tucker.
"Well down you fucking ass, you got Tex kicked out."
"How is this my fault? She threw shit at me!"
"I agree with Church."
"Shut the fuck up Caboose." Tucker said with a naisil voice holding his nose.
"Church, you out two. Caboose you stay in your seat. Carolina could you take Tucker to first aid?"
"I suppose so" she said sighing grabbing him gruffly by the arm.
("Aw man, da fuck did I do?" ~Church)
"Way to fucking go bitch, you got both of us sent out."
"Me!? Control your fucking pet. It's your damn swearing that gets you kicked out. You can't even control yourself." Tex yelled poking him hard in the chest.
"Okay listen up whore, if you hadn't have fucking threw that history book right at him we wouldn't be out here in the first place!" He said throwing his arms out.
"Oh yeah? Put a fucking muzzle on Tucker!" Their faces were inches from each others. Their eyes were narrowed glaring daggers into each others eyes. Church could feel Tex's breathing on this upper lip and Tex could almost feel the stubble from Church's jaw against her cheeks. He could see her nostrils flaring and he light blond hair fall around her face. He closed the gap between them. Church put a hand to her cheek and cupped her face. He stroked her jaw with his thumb and wrapped his other arm around her waist.
Tex froze up. 'What the fuck is he doing?' She thought.
He closed his eyes with his lips pressed against hers. Leaning in closer he began to move his lips on hers and oddly enough she closed her eyes and did the same. Church pushed her against the wall of the corridor and she knotted her fingers in his black spiky hair.
Kissing Tex was a lot like having a sword fight with her tongue. She was so angry and aggressive normal so naturally kissing her was pretty much the same.
"Ahem." The Director of Project Accelerated Learning cleared his throat. He was standing next to Sarge the teacher in charge of Red sports house and Flowers. Flowers was an ex student of Project Accelerated Learning or PAL of short. He had to wait a year until he was old enough to join the army and volunteered to work with the school and lead the Blue sporting team. The three of them had come down to this class to have a small chat with the students. It seemed a high concentration of the school's violence came from here and most of the Blue and Red members in this class got injured frequently. Although they were also responsible to property damaged on the school.
"Not interrupting anything are we Texas? Church?" They separated immediately.
"No Sir." Tex said promptly. She looked down at herself and wiped nonexistent dust from her dark blue jeans.
"No sir." Church said sounding annoyed. He leaned against the wall with one arm, his body facing Tex's side.
The Director Looked at them one more time before entering the classroom. Church stayed aside with Tex for a moment longer.
"Not a fucking word." She said glaring and pointing a finger at him.
He flung his hands up in a surrender. "Hey you got it."
"Nice of your join us Mr Church, Texas." The Director said smugly. They sat back down in their seats and Tucker came back with Carolina. Tucker sat there the entire time with bandedges over his nose glaring at Tex for harming his beautiful face.
"Well that was an eventful class." York said yawning, stretching and putting an arm around Carolina as they walked to their lockers.
"Of course fucking Texas had to screw things up. Nobody cared about anyone beating people up as long as they didn't get caught. Tex thinks she's so good she can just throw a fucking tantrum in the middle of class and get away wit it." Carolina grumped swinging her locker open to put her history books away and grabbing her trigonometry books and she headed off with York to class.
"Aw great. Doge ball. I fucking hate doge ball."
"Why? All you do is deliberately get hit and sleek off behind the gym to smoke."
"We're playing with the freelancers. They hit fucking hard."
"Good point." Simmons sighed.