Last chapter I said he was going to English class bUT I MEA EN CE IM SORRY.
Second period rolled around eventually, and with it came Alois.
"First period was bloody horrible." Alois stage whispered to Ciel once they'd managed to grab seats next to each other. He then snickered at his pun.
"That was hardly necessary." Ciel murmured back as the teacher walked in, a dozen or so bored students shuffling in behind her like zombies. They all had uniforms on similar to those of Alois and Ciel's, but many of them had layered leather jackets or pins on top of their school-issued shirts.
Isn't that against the regulations?, Ciel thought to himself.
"Alright class, we have two new students today. Boys, please introduce yourselves." Alois stood up first.
"I'm Alois Trancy, came here from London." Ciel stood up before anyone else had a chance to speak.
"Ciel, from London." He sat down quickly. The teacher introduced herself as Mrs. Martinez.
"Today we'll be talking about late nineteenth century England." She began. Ciel wanted to smack his head against the fake wooden desk they'd shoved him behind. Alois raised his hand.
"That's an oddly specific era, isn't it ma'am?"
"No questions yet, please." Was the answer she gave him.
"Now, in late nineteenth century England, we were ruled by Queen Victoria and her houses, named House Phantomhive—the queens watchdog—and house Trancy, the queens spider, among others. Trance and Phantomhive were both aristocratic families with high influence, but in the 20's both were revealed to be working under the queen." Both boys sank into their seats. "The watchdog would murder for the queen, the spider would clean up their messes. Now, class, I want reports on the heads of these houses during that time era—Alois Trancy and Ciel Phantomhive." Ciel cleared his throat as a hushed murder spread throughout the room.
"What, you've got beef with my family or something? Alois is a family name, you bloody cow!" Alois stood, slamming his hands on the table. A collective gasp spread through the room. "I won't stand here and listen to you talk about my family history specifically to humiliate my on my first day here!"
"Alois!" Ciel shouted, giving him a pointed glare. Alois sat back down with a huff, grumbling.
"Sorry if I made you feel targeted, boys." Mrs. Martinez said. Ciel was surprised she didn't chew the both of them out. "It's part of the course plan, and I like to go well into detail. It's not my fault you chose today of all days to join us." She then moved on with her lesson, talking about various houses and their jobs.
•••
Third period was lunch. "Eleven seems a bit early for lunch," Alois had said. "But I'm not complaining."
Ciel, on the other hand, was less than thrilled to eat the school lunch. "Are you sure this is edible?" He asked. Alois shrugged.
"After fifty years of having limited food options, I'm not as picky."
"Alright," Ciel decided now was a good time to change the subject. "Now we find Finny. We've got half an hour to eat, fifteen minutes to go over everything with him before his next appointment, and I think we have fourth period music together with Sebastian. He told me he'd make sure we got that together, so-"
"Yes, we have that together." Alois confirmed.
"-after that we have five to ten minutes to ask Sebastian a few things." Ciel sighed, rubbing his temples. "I never got the chance to be a teenager. I know this isn't real, but it's still kind of weird."
"Hmm, maybe I'll make it to the top of the social ladder." Alois muttered, not really listening to Ciel anymore. Ciel rolled his eyes, threw their food away, and then proceeded to drag Alois away from the table.
"First you'll have to beat that George kid. He seems to be at the top right now."
"Or I could just date him. Or that Victoria girl–"
"We didn't come here to make friends, Alois. You know that." Ciel interrupted him. Finny's room should be just a few doors down.
"I know, but it'd be nice, don't you-"
"BOYS!" Finny exclaimed, pulling them both inside. None other than Hannah Annafellows stood by the desk, the school nurses uniform clinging to her.
"Anything?" Ciel immediately said. Both shook their head.
"Actually," Finny said. "Looking back, a lot of the kids are having trouble with one particular teacher. His name is Mr. Richard Gunderson, ever heard of him?"
"Shit." Ciel said, smacking a closed fist against the open palm of his other hand. "What year and class does he teach?"
"Eleventh, the year below you, and he teaches World History. Kids say he gets a bit too excited about the whole sacrificial part of it, and a bit too literal with their experiments. He's the guy you two are living with now, right?" Ciel nodded.
"He didn't tell us he taught here. I guess that explains why he stuck around earlier this morning. Anything else?" Hannah hesitated before holding out her hands, wrists up.
"I had a student come in from that classroom today with cuts on his wrists. They didn't appear self inflicted. It looked like an intense rope burn." Alois scowled.
"Who?"
"Haru Asayama, a Japanese exchange student. He didn't seem to remember how they got there."
Ciel thought it over. He didn't like where this was going one bit. He'd only had to deal with this once before, and even then it wasn't this bad.
"Sorry, young master, but I have a student coming in in five minutes. Do you mind?"
"Huh? Oh, no. Alois, Hannah, and I will take our leave now. Thanks Finny, Hannah." Alois and Ciel split ways from Hannah and Finny. Not even a minute later, they heard snickering behind them.
"Oi, newbies! Have you gotten a hold of the social ladder yet?"
Turning around, Ciel saw it was a tall, brawny girl with curly blond hair. At her side stood a redhead with a pixie cut and a leather bag slung over her shoulder.
"Why take the ladder when escalators exist?" Ciel piped up. Alois frowned. That was his cue.
"You obviously haven't, eh? If you had, you'd know not to mess with me."
"You approached us, madame." Alois smiled. He knew how to handle brats like her. "If I may remind you."
"Ah, flattery and sarcasm. Quite a lovely pair, wouldn't you say Scarlet?" The girl beside her nodded, snickering. "Y'know, that might work out great for you if I was into guys. I'll let you off for now because of that stunt in Mrs. Martimez's, but if you backtalk me again, you can expect a backhand." Ciel knew he could easily beat her in a fight, despite his lanky appearance. But being the mature individual he was, he held Alois back by the collar of his shirt as she sauntered away.
"She's just a fly on the wall, Alois. She'll be dead in less than a century, and by then her existence won't have mattered. Let's go." Ciel said, still pulling Alois long by the collar of his shirt. Next class: music with Sebastian.