Flame-Head Is a Stalker.
The English class still had half an hour left, and it hadn't gotten any less annoying. I want to know what the fuck was up with this teacher. He wasn't saying anything. There was fire in the classroom, although just a little flame and the droning idiot in the front didn't care. The more annoying part about it was that the guy obsessed with playing with the stupid little Zippo seemed to have noticed that it annoyed me, so he had moved closer. So close that he was now beside me, bright red hair matching the red of the flame. And he was smirking, because he knew he was getting to me. Who was this guy? Something about the shade of the red spikes and the upside down teardrop tattoos under his eyes jolted me with recognition, but I couldn't figure out why. And then he spoke, and then I realised who he was.
"Hey there Blondie, you look like you're about to pop a blood vessel. You want some help relieving the uh... tension?" He smirked at me, and I squirmed. Why was this guy bugging me, because I react? My eye started twitching in annoyance. I would not get in a fight on my first day; I would not get in a fight on my first day. The mantra is probably the only thing that saved the annoying string bean in the seat beside me from getting attacked animal kingdom style. "No answer huh? Well, you know, there's a boys bathroom just around the corner that we could use." I choked on my spit when the image of the two ravaging each other in the bathroom popped into my mind. Unfortunately for Flame head he took this reaction the wrong way. "Oh... you like that idea do you? Well, there's a lot more where that came from." With this he winked at me, scooted closer and dragged his hand from my knee to close to my crotch. I jumped. I swatted his hands away and scooted my desk away. How old was this guy anyways?
"Could you not? God you're confident aren't you, jumping right in for a feel? Somebody should knock down your ego meter a little bit. How old are you anyways Pedo-man?" I sent him a frosty glare and crossed my arms over my chest. Why me? Why me? Why me? And worst part is, both my brothers were too focused on their respective crushes to even check on their brother who was being molested a few feet away from them. And the Molester just kept smirking at me.
"What is your problem? Pick on somebody else would you? I'm not laughing."I glared at Demyx when I turned around and made eye contact with him. He shrugged sheepishly, trying to hide by ducking down in his desk. I was focused on plotting the mullet head's demise when Flame-head caught my attention again.
"Aww, come one Roxie, I'm intelligent, handsome, and openly flirting with you. What more could you want?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me, but I had frozen at his slip up. Roxie? ROXIE? A volcano was boiling inside me. This guy knows exactly what buttons to push to drive people crazy, didn't he? And how the hell did he figure out my name???? I slowly turned towards the back of the classroom and locked Demyx in a death-glare. He was frozen in shock at the intensity of the glare before tilting his head in question.
"You told him my name?!?" I shouted this out in the middle of the classroom, and Demyx went very pale before trying to become one with the chair. What the fuck was he thinking, this guy looked like a complete creeper and Demyx just goes and gives him my name?!?! I mean what was next? Our Address? My Social Insurance Number? GAh!
"Mr Strife! Please keep the volume to a minimum, or I'll be forced to send you to detention." The Fuck. The teacher didn't care for HALF an HOUR of non-stop nose, but the minute I say something, He cares. Why me? I groaned and started hitting my head against the wood top of the desk in frustration. Why?