Hey, guys I want to thank all of you once again for reviewing, I really, really appreciate that more than I can express with words :D This fanfic is totally out of the blue and I have honestly no idea whatsoever of where it's going to lead. It takes place right after the awkward Drake+Diana scene and I hope for even more awkwardness in this chapter. Thanks for reading and please review :D
Caine sighed and lay back against his chair. Mr. McAllen was rambling about something that had to do with World War II and Caine did not intend to pay attention to his lecture at any point during the class period.
He glanced around the room, bored. His eyes met with Ashley Whitmore's, a pretty blonde girl who always stared at him whenever he was around. She blushed when she noticed he was watching her back and smiled at him meekly. He looked away without returning her smile and scanned the room again for Diana.
She had been avoiding him and Drake most of the day, skipping classes they shared together and hiding from them in between classes. He had found out from Ashley that Diana had gone to first and third period, but she hadn't shown up to second, forth, and fifth. Diana had second with Drake, forth with Caine, and fifth with both.
Caine glanced over at Drake, who was sitting two seats away from him, tapping his pen against his desk anxiously.
Drake's eyes met with Caine's and Caine thought he detected something strange in them- anger, most definitely, but there also seemed to be a bit of nervousness, which wasn't exactly a usual emotion for Drake Merwin to feel.
"What's with you?"Caine mouthed to him.
Drake narrowed his eyes. "Nothing."
Caine shook his head, annoyed with him.
"I'm not going to make you discuss it with me," He told him in a low whisper, leaning across the boy that was unlucky enough to have been assigned to sit between the two of them. "I'm not a psychologist and I don't really care how it makes you feel, but I want an explanation for all this retardation. Diana's running away from me and you're acting like you're on your period, so it better be good."
"Stay out of my business, Soren," Drake snapped, beginning to get angry.
Caine smiled darkly and scooted even further across the desk, making the pitiful boy in between them brace himself in concern.
"I don't think Mr. McAllen would appreciate it if he were interrupted by a body flying across his classroom and into that wall right in front of you, Drake."
Drake exhaled sharply, giving in. "Can we talk after class?"
"No, I want to know-."
"Mr. Soren!"Mr. McAllen's annoyingly high-pitched voice interrupted Caine midsentence and Caine looked up to find the short, balding man standing in front of his desk, yard stick in hand like he was about to give him a good lashing.
"Yes, Mr. McAllen?" Caine asked casually, leaning back down on his own seat.
"You are speaking through my lecture," The prudent man said, nose crinkled in disgust.
"Well, so are you," Caine told him reasonably.
Mr. McAllen stood there for a minute, surprised that Caine, a straight-A, perfect student would dare to backtalk him. "Mr. Soren…Are you mocking me?"
"No, sir," He answered, smiling charmingly. "Just pointing some things out."
"Well," The annoying teacher continued. "I know that I am speaking through my own lecture."
"As I'd hope you would," Caine said, perfectly keeping his cool intact even though the thing he really wanted to do at that moment was to throw the pathetic excuse for a human being out the window of the classroom and see how many seconds it would take for him to fly across Coates Academy campus.
Mr. McAllen's face reddened until its shade could easily be compared to the color of a fire truck and he opened his mouth, about to say something else of very minor importance when the door burst open and a Coates security guard entered, pulling an angry-looking Diana behind him.
"Sir, Miss Ladris here was caught trying to skip class. She was outside in the hallway."
Diana yanked her arm from the guard and maneuvered to her seat beside Caine lithely. The security guard's jaw clenched and Caine could tell Diana had most definitely worn him out.
Caine chuckled lightly.
"What?" Diana snapped at him.
Caine held his hands up in a mock surrender pose.
"Well," Mr. McAllen said, walking up to the security guard. "A lot of my star students seem to be acting up today," He informed the guard, casting a frustrated look at Caine, who smiled back at him snidley.
"Yes, sir," The guard said. "Well, I have to go report to the Dean's office now," He began heading toward the door.
"Oh, Roger," Diana called after him, voice sweet and undeniably fake. The man turned, bracing himself. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about that little…incident between you and Mrs. Brantley."
The guard's shoulder's tensed and he rushed out of the classroom quickly.
Diana laughed sardonically. "The security guards in this school are so pathetic," She mumbled to know one in particular.
"You seem to have them wrapped around your pinky figure," Drake said from his seat, tone harsh.
"Well, you don't always know everything, Toney," She replied smoothly without even glancing at him.
Drake's eyes narrowed to slits. "If you call me that name one more time, I'm going to tell that creep guard from last night the number to your dorm room."
Caine looked at each of them, confused.
"Fine, I'll tell Caine about what happened last night," She said smugly. "Choose a wall you like best and stand in front of it. Get ready to meet it face to face-."
"What the hell is going on?" Caine almost shouted, earning a threatening look from Mr. McAllen who had finally gotten back to his lecture.
"That was not my fault! You initiated, I just went with it. I even choked afterwards," Drake defended himself, sitting up more.
"I don't think you'll get much of a chance to explain your side of how things wnet," Diana said with a sly smile.
"Someone better explain what's going on, or I'm going to throw the both of you into a wall!" Caine shouted accidentally. All eyes turned on him, most of them confused, some afraid. "Metaphorically speaking of course," He assured them.
"Mr. Soren, one more word and you'll get out of class early today. With a referral," Mr. McAllen told him. "And that goes for you, too, Mr. Merwin. I can hear your voice as well."
Their classmates' gazes now more to Drake, who was glowering openly.
He glared at everyone in the room.
"Rawr," He said tonelessly.
Everyone looked away from him quickly, suddenly seeming intent on Paying attention to the teacher's lecture.
Caine rolled his eyes at Drake then leaned toward him again, going across the boy in between them once again, who now seemed to be praying that he would get out of this classroom alive.
"We talk after class," He whispered.
Drake shrugged as if to say "I don't care."
Caine glanced at Diana, who was staring at the empty desk in front of her.
"That means you're talking too," He told her.
"Forcing me to talk. What a way to express your undying love for me," She said, clearly annoyed with everyone and everything.
Caine's jaw clenched. "Watch yourself, Diana," He warned.
"I get watched enough as it is," She said, casting him a wry smile.
Caine almost blushed, but he forced himself to remain calm.
"Yesterday was one of the most disturbing days of my life," Diana told him dryly. "And you don't need to find out about all the intimate details of what happened, because, trust me on this, it will make you sick. Just drop it, Caine. Learn to let things go."
"I don't have to learn to let anything go," He retorted.
She sent him a look, then sighed and moved her gaze back to the empty desk that lay in front of her.
"Well, you're going to have to," She said, and Caine knew she was not just talking about his insisting on finding out about what had happened last night any more.
He stared at her for a minute as she remained completely expressionless. Then, he leaned towards her, placing his lips by her ear, getting a whiff of her sweet scent at the same time.
"I don't care what you say," He whispered to her. "I'm not going to learn how to let things go, because I'm never letting anything go. I'm going to get what I want, Diana, and that includes you," He paused, giving her time to respond, but she didn't move, didn't even react, although Caine could have sworn that he had seen a small shiver go through her. "And you know something else?" He continued, confident now. "I'm glad you heard me tell you that I love you. Because it's the truth and I wouldn't know how else to tell you."
She smirked, discreetly trying to move away from him a little. "You're delusional," She said simply.
He ignored her. "I have an idea," He said. "I'm going to take you out for dinner later tonight and you can tell me about what happened yesterday then."
She turned to him, shocked. "I'm not going on a date-!"
"No one said anything about a date. But, we need to talk."
"Is Drake coming?" She asked hesitantly.
He gave her a look. "You want him to?"
She hesitated, seeming to be weighing the options and seeing which was worse: An awkward non-date with Caine or a night out with him and Drake.
"Do I have a choice in this either way?" She asked him.
"No," He answered easily. "I'll meet you at the bus stop a block west from Coates at six."
"You're taking me to a bus stop? How romantic."
"No, we're riding the bus into town. And don't worry, Diana, I'll try to make it as romantic for you as possible."
She looked at him, annoyed. She seemed about ready to put up a fight, but whatever she was going to say was interrupted by the loud ringing of the bell, dismissing students for their free period.
"I'll see you at six," He told her, then stride out of the classroom, feeling even more confident and accomplished than usual.
Yeah, like I said, kind of random. Well, anyway, sorry it wasn't as planned as the other two, but I hadn't posted anything for a little while and I just wanted to get something out there. Sorry if you guys disliked it. Please comment and tell me what you think and also what you care to see in the future. As always, thanks a bunch :D