Gamzee continues to pester me until the warning bell rings, and other students begin to stream into the classroom. I had already grabbed a seat in the back , next to the window, but of course, the damn juggalo decided to sit right in front of me, and he continually tries to start a conversation, all attempts of which I ignore.
My chin finds it's way to my hand, and my gaze travels out the window. The classroom has a perfect view of the parking lot, and the park beyond. I can still see a few stragglers sprinting into the school, looking like scurrying squirrels from the height. I sigh and I'm tempted to plug up again, but of course final bell rings at that moment, and I'm forced to put my phone away. The teacher stalks in, a rather stern seeming lady with blonde, almost white, hair. I assume she's new because I've never seen her before in the school.
"Hello everyone, I'm your new Geometry I teacher, Mrs. Lalonde," She states primly, turning to scrawl her signature across the board. I catch a glimpse of a stylish ring on her finger, making me curious to who her husband was, she seems like a...high maintenance type.
She turns around and adopts a snarky smile. "So, I expect no shit from any of you, and I hope we'll have a good year," She says pleasantly. A shock runs through the room at her blatant curse, but it quiets down quickly.
"I'll be calling roll now, just raise you hand and yell here," She says, picking a clipboard up from her desk. She then proceeds to call out names that I don't really care about, especially since I'm at the bottom of the list. A small groan escapes me and I lay my head down on my desk, the all-nighter beginning to catch up to me.
The names are all familiar, until Mrs. Lalonde gets to to the C's.
"Sollux Captor?" For a few seconds everyone glances around, trying to figure out who Sollux is, because no one had heard of him. In this school district, everyone knows everyone else until they graduate, and newbies aren't exactly welcomed. Mrs. Lalonde frowns and begins to mark something on her clipboard, then the door is slammed open.
For one thing, the door was supposedly locked, and for another thing, that must've been Sollux because he sure doesn't look familiar. A tall lanky boy stands panting in the doorway, keeping the door propped open with a slender hand. He still has his shoulder bag with him, and he's flushed slightly from running all the way from the first floor to this classroom on the second.
"Here," He says breathlessly, taking a few steps in and shutting the door behind him. A shock ran through me when I realize I had seen him running from the parking lot, well now I feel like an extreme creeper."Here," He says breathlessly, taking a few steps in and shutting the door softly behind him.
"Go ahead and take that seat in the back," Mrs. Lalonde says, pointing with her pen...at me. I growl under my breath and turn to the side, seeing that there's an empty seat right next to me. The tall kid sighs and awkwardly makes his way to the back of the room.
Now I can't tell if his blush is from being overexerted or because of the giggles and whispers being directed at him. He now captures my attention, and the drone of the teachers' voice fades as I stare at him.
The first thing I really notice, is how freakishly tall he is. I mean, I know we're sophomores (10th graders) and that basically everyone has had their growth spurts, but this kid was borderline as tall as Gamzee. Meaning, he was about 5'11", which considering I'm a measly 5'4", is quite tall to my standards. He's also wearing weird shades, which is odd how I didn't notice them before. One lens is blue while the other is red, how weird can you get new slightly attractive teen? Sollux is now slouching ridiculously in his desk, and digging through his backpack, eventually pulling out a notebook and a pen. I become curious, the notebook is worn, and has alot of scribbles on the outside of it. Seems like this kid uses it often. As if answering my thoughts, he opens to the back, and scratches down a few more things before closing it and returning his gaze to the front of the room.
"-Vantas,"
"Here," I grumble, mostly on instinct, because I'm honestly so out of focus I had barely heard her call my name. It seems that I'm the last one on the roster (someone give me a prize!) because she sets her clipboard down. She brushes her hands together, like she's getting rid of dirt, then picks up a stack of papers.
"These are 'guidelines' for the classroom, and believe me when I tell you, I'm only doing this because it's required by the principal. I don't care if you take them home and burn them, but you need to have them for the first day," She says, passing them out to each row to pass back. Then she goes to sit on the edge of her desk, crossing her legs. She's wearing a practical pair of business pants, and some weird Tux/Vest combo.
When the paper is handed to me, I snort and set it back down onto my desk after skimming it. Most of the time teachers read these things aloud, but apparently Mrs. Lalonde was content with watching us read them. After a few minutes, everyone gives up on reading and turns expectantly back to her.
"I haven't got anything planned for today, talk amongst yourselves," She says with a dismal wave of her hand.
Well, interesting. Of course, I don't want to talk to anyone, and my arm is starting to hurt again, so I pull out my phone and begin a playlist. I see Gamzee turn back around, then frown as he notices my earbuds (Although it's hard to tell that he did frown with all of the clown makeup he has on) and instead turns all the way around to talk to Sollux.
I don't really care of course, I lay my head down and begin scrolling through all the songs I own. There's about half an hour left of class, and I consider that prime music listening time. Ah,Theory of a Dead Man, totally perfect. That's the main portion of first period for me, and I would rather not completely bore you with the songs I listened to.
When the bell rings, everyone predictably sprints out of the classroom. I just wait until everyone's gone before ambling out, pulling out my schedule to see my next class. I'm so focused on trying to decipher the gibberish, that I don't notice the new kid behind me struggling with his own schedule.
"Th'it goddamnit," Sollux mutters.
I hear this, and slightly startled, turn to see him balancing his notebook and backpack along with some weird mix of papers. I just stare as he almost drops them. Then everything seems to magically sort themselves out and he sighs and looks down at his own schedule again. A small frown goes over his face though, and he looks up, meeting stares with me.
I make a pathetic "eep" noise, before spinning on my heel and practically running down the hallway. The guy freaks the hell out of me, not to mention pisses me off for reasons I couldn't explain. And he's kind of attractive. Dammit I shouldn't think like that. I'm glad that I had become an expert crowd weaver in the short span of my life, because I lose him rather quickly amongst the people milling around the halls.
I glance down at my schedule again, brushing past a pack of girls giggling loudly.
Period I-Geometry I
Period II-Biology
Biology huh, why do I even bother with these pointless classes? It's not like I'll ever need them in life...I quickly banish those sort of thoughts, I wouldn't want to get to far into my own head, that can end badly.
The warning bell rings, making me curse and book it to the third floor, just barely sliding into the classroom before final bell rings. At least I wasn't the only (almost) late one, at least three others slide in after me. Of course we had those stupid two seating tables, but no one is actually sitting, the teacher is in the center of the room, making everyone stand on the outskirts.
He barely glances up from his stare-down with the back wall. I glance up at the board to see which teacher it is this year, Mr. Egbert , is scrawled in rather sloppy blue dry-erase marker. Oh, yeah, this was a cool teacher, thank god. After about a minute more, he breaks out of his trance and smiles widely, spinning around to look at all of us.
"Hiya everyone! I'm "Mr. Egbert" but I'd honestly prefer it if you just called me John, or even "ectobiologist extraordinaire" if you want!" He says with a large fanboy-like grin. Great, another ridiculously happy teacher, what a joy, I've heard he's a good teacher, I was just hoping he wouldn't be so optimistic. He keeps smiling ridiculously at us, until he seems to remember something, snapping his fingers and spinning around.
"Alright, I'm going to place you in partners, which will change each quarter, and that's how I'll call roll as well!" He says quickly. Did this guy have to much coffee or something?He began reading off names, running his finger down the page as he went.
"Karkat? Interesting! Beep Beep Meow!" He says with a laugh, which pulls me out of my thoughts once again. I scowl at him, what a stupid pun. He just laughs at my pissed off expression and points to a table...where the fuckass is also sitting. I'm going to have to start paying more attention or else I'm going to get lost.
Captor is focusing intently on his notebook and doesn't even notice my approach. He is frowning and mouthing something, way to peg yourself a weirdo new guy I think. I wordlessly sit down on the high stool, letting my legs dangle as I stare at the pen in my hand. My mind wanders as my thoughts go to how cold the table is and how high the chairs as well as the tables are. The coolness of the metal seeps through my jacket and hits the skin on my arm, making chill bumps rise on my skin. I shiver, but that motion makes my arm spasm slightly, causing the bruised part of it to smack the table. I hiss lowly, and that seems to draw the attention of the dumbass sitting next to me, because his head jerks up and he turns toward me, still frowning.
"Dude, you ok?" he asks, reality seeming to smack him in the face.
"Yes I'm fine now get you ass back into reality," I hiss back, turning toward the front, where John is watching all of us converse. This guy seemed creepier now from when he taught last year.
"Ok guys! I kinda forgot the guidelines,so you guys can do nothing for the day I guess...heheheheheh..." he chuckles awkwardly then quickly escapes to behind his desk, where I see him pull out a phone and begin frantically texting someone. I snort and pull out my phone again, then re-think my decision when I see the battery getting low. A grimace crosses my feature before I pocket the device.
"Th'o um what are we doing?" I turn, slightly shell-shocked, to look at Sollux. He is slouched over the table, head laid down on his arms. But he's looking at me from the corner of his eyes.
"Wait...what? Nothing, we're doing fucking nothing and nothing is probably all we'll fucking do in any of our fucking classes," I snarl quickly, turning away again.
"Ok dude, don't need to get defen'th'ive," He says, turning to the front with a small smirk. I can feel my eye twitching in annoyance, that damn lisp.
If this asshole is in all of my classes I'm going to murder someone.