Second chappy, which is a rather boring filler! ...I got stuck midway. But then it worked out soooo, here it is.
"Good morning, class!" the teacher announced, her tone bright and on at least five different pitches throughout the whole sentence. "My name is Miss Burrows," she spoke as s-l-o-w-l-y and as oh-so-sweetly as possible, somehow managing to keep a permanent smile plastered on her face all the while.
Quite frankly, it scared Adrian. She reminded him of some freakish, insane clown that had chased him in a nightmare once. Doing the best he could to not look at Miss Burrows and her lipsticky grin, he decided to look at DJ instead, who appeared to be very bored and fidgety. Adrian automatically had a feeling that the Scion was going to start chattering away to some other random kid at any moment (something that Adrian himself could never do).
"Now when I call your name, you may please reply with, 'good morning, Miss Burrows'," the teacher went on in the same oh-I'm-so-happy-and-I-love-you-all tone. She then withdrew a clipboard with the class roll on it, and began to call each child's name in turn.
No sooner had she reached 'Carlson, Matthew', when she sharply looked up in midsentence. "Who is that, talking when I am talking?" (Her voice didn't seem so honey-drenched anymore.)
All of the kids remained silent, except for little DJ, who declared loudly: "That was me, Miss Burrows. I was talking to her." He pointed at the perplexed Honda Accord sitting next to him.
Miss Burrows looked DJ over for a moment, and then leaned forward, her awful false smile returning. "And what's your name?"
"DJ."
"No, I mean your real name."
"It's DJ!" he repeated firmly. "My parents and my friends and my grandma all call me DJ, Miss Burrows."
The teacher's smile twitched slightly as she glanced back to the roll. Upon realizing what his real name actually was, she looked up and cooed, "Well, Dominic, the first rule you should learn at school is to never, ever talk when the teacher is talking."
"Miss Burrows," DJ said seriously, standing up on his brand-new school tyres and looking at her right in the eye, "my name is DJ."
"And don't answer back, either!" Miss Burrows replied curtly. "Sit down at once, Dominic."
"It's DJ!" the Scion shot back, annoyed. "Dee-JAY! Are you deaf?"
Another twitch of the lips, and then the teacher drew herself up to her full height, glaring down at him. "Go and sit in the corner!" she snapped, pointing.
"Miss Burrows," a small voice piped up, "he didn't do anything wrong."
She paused, looking startled, and stared at tiny Adrian, who gazed right back at her. "If he wants to be called DJ then that's what you should call him," the crossbreed said, standing his ground next to his best friend.
"And who might you be?" Miss Burrows questioned, as if she had never seen him before.
"M… my name is Adrian."
Before Miss Burrows could reply, a podgy Chevrolet pointed his tyre at Adrian and said loudly, "What's that thing sticking out of his butt?" The other children, aside from DJ, had never seen a car their age with such a high spoiler. It almost rose past the level of his roof.
"I… I was born with it," he stuttered, trying to keep his voice confident.
The Chevrolet grinned and turned to the class. "Adrian's got a ladderbutt!"
The kids instantly burst into screaming laughter, forgetting about the incident with DJ. As a bad-tempered Miss Burrows tried to calm them all down at once, poor Adrian felt his windshield begin to swim with hot tears – he had never been made fun of before, and he hadn't even had a chance to make friends with anyone. The little Civic turned and sped out of the classroom, crying.
He drove his way down the corridor and didn't stop. This isn't the place for me, his mind whimpered. I don't belong in this big place with all these nasty people… He reached the end of the corridor, nudged the door open with his bumper and wandered outside. It was completely empty, and silent except for the faint whooshing sound of cars driving past on the road outside.
Adrian had been gazing solemnly up at the road through the bars of the school gates for barely a minute, when the familiar sound of a Scion engine echoed through the playground. It drew steadily closer, and then it came right up next to him. Adrian silently glanced at the figure out of the corner of his eye.
"Adrian?" DJ mumbled. "Are you okay?"
For a moment the little Civic didn't answer. And then he said in a voice even tinier than himself, "I wanna go home."
"Oh… okay." DJ gently took hold of his best friend's tyre.
Adrian blinked up at him. "Our moms told us to stick together, didn't they?"
"Yeah, and that's what we're doing," DJ said firmly. "Sticking together."
"But we're not supposed to be out of school…"
"Yeah, well, Miss Burrows can kiss my big fat—"
"What're you kids doing out here?" The two friends jolted in surprise and turned around, engines grumbling. The owner of the voice, a shabby '68 Mercury Cougar, blinked back at them and said, "You two look like an odd couple."
Adrian nervously gripped tighter onto DJ's tyre. DJ asked the Cougar who he was. The Cougar chuckled a little and replied, "I'm Mr Swanson. I'm guessin' you guys are new here, right?"
"That's right, and we don't really like it so far," DJ answered.
"Well," Mr Swanson said, "I found school hard to settle into as well. Much bigger than kindergarten, and not everybody is nice. But just make the right friends, pay attention, have fun and you'll be fine."
"I'm not having fun," Adrian mumbled.
The Mercury looked down at him with kind blue eyes. "You can have fun with anything if you find a way to enjoy it. Now then…" He looked at DJ. "What class are you guys in?"
"Miss Clownface—I mean, Miss Burrows'."
Mr Swanson gave his throaty chuckle again. "Don't worry, she creeps me out too. Now you boys had better get back to class. It would be a real shame to miss your first day." The old car smiled a little, then turned his wheels and started heading back to his own classroom.
"I guess he's probably right," murmured DJ. "C'mon, Adrian. I'll make sure they won't bother you again." He then started driving, gently tugging the Civic along. Adrian obediently followed him, and the two boys made their way back to class tyre in tyre, without another word exchanged between them.
aawwwww. No they are not gay. If it was a slash pairing I would have said so in the description :x Comments?