AN: Sorry for the wait, school got in the way. haha :) enjoy!!!!!^^

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Crazy Town

After the initial shock wore off I blushed a vibrant red. He was still looking at me when I slowly stood up, bracing myself on the doorframe. Groaning, my head throbbed in protest.

Catching his eye he gave me a strange look, it quickly changed to a warning glare. I made a startled noise but nodded fearfully. Other students were gathering around trying to see past the teacher at my slowly growing goose-egg.

"You're late Miss..." The man looked at me clearly searching for a name.

"Tradgärd." Putting my hand on my forehead I gave him a puzzled look. He silenced me with another glare.

"Well Miss Tradgärd, I hope that head wound doesn't interfere with your daily life. It's turning a lovely shade of blue-black." He looked at my forehead then back at my face.

Standing there dumbfounded I frowned. "I'll be fine... Sir... it doesn't hurt too much." I laughed airily and rubbed my fingers over it gently. Grimacing when I touched it I put my hand down.

He's not even apologizing to me! What a jerk... He wasn't this mean last night.

I looked down and worried my lip. My thoughts were definitely not going to help me.

"Take a seat Miss Tradgärd, stay a while." He stepped out of the way and I saw that the students had already dispersed.

"Y-yes Sir!" I squeaked as I turned towards one of the randomly assorted desks. Sitting down in one, more towards the wall I sighed heavily, glad to be done with the whole scene.

I heard some whispers from around the class and felt some eyes digging into my back. Groaning I thumped my head on my desk, immediately gasping and picking up my head.

Looking up at the roof I frowned.

I'm making a complete idiot out of myself! What's wrong with me?!

Resting my elbow on the desk, I placed my cheek gingerly on my palm. Looking at the front of the room I ignored the rest of the class' laughter and snide remarks.

Catching eyes with the teacher again I frowned, shoving out my lower lip in a pout. He made a small cough of discomfort and looked at me, seeming to try to plead me to look away. I gave him a nasty look and he turned around, writing something on the black-board.

"My name is Mr. Mikk, all of you know me. Other than Miss Tradgärd of course." I groaned and looked away. He was purposely bringing attention to me.

More noises from the class. I shifted uncomfortably.

"This is Drama. I know that this might be a freebee class for a couple of you, take it seriously, or at least as serious as an actor can be." The class was moderately quiet now and paying attention to him.

I tuned out what he was saying and pulled out my phone. Hiding it stealthily behind my bag. I sent a quick message to my brother. I could still hear Mr. Mikk at the front of the class, talking away.

Giving my phone a sour look I punched in a complaint to my brother. Getting a response I frowned, puzzled but put my phone away. There was utter silence in the class and I felt more eyes on me.

"Miss Tradgärd? Can you answer what I just asked?" Mr. Mikk was now leaning on a desk a couple of seats in front of me.

"W-what?" Freaking out I felt that familiar feeling of embarrassment on my cheeks, more like my whole torso at the moment though.

"You're phone too. They aren't allowed in class." He held out his hand at me, walking closer. I blinked feeling wave after wave of embarrassment flood over me. I pulled my phone out of my bag and placed it in his hand. Looking down at the floor somewhere on my left.

"Well?" He was now slightly leaning over my desk. He had slipped my phone into his pocket.

"W-what was the question?" I mumbled quietly, hoping that no one else heard me. I was wishing that he would tell me quietly too.

"If you had been paying attention Miss Tradgärd," The way he said my name gave me an odd sensation. "Instead of texting your boy friend," I let out an offended noise. "You would have heard me and thus removing any reason for ridicule to yourself." He said all too loudly for my liking.

I gaped at him. This man, may teacher was purposely making fun of me. He was going to be the source of bullying. I frowned with a blank expression.

Great.

"I'm sorry." I added weakly looking up at him, hoping that I was using my 'kicked-puppy' face properly. It usually got me out of trouble. Usually.

"Stop making that face, you might give people a reason to judge your morals. And hobbies."

Resisting the urge to 'head-desk' I managed an, "Urk." The rest of the class burst into laughter. I heard a couple guys call out very inappropriate things and ask me 'how much?'

My eye twitched.

"I asked you to enlighten us as to why you came to this school, why you're in drama and to give us a demonstration of your skills." More giggling around the class.

Giving the teacher a nasty look I said haughtily, "I came here because my brother sent me. I like drama, isn't that a good enough reason for being here? Finally... I'm not going to do that."

Sighing I looked up at him, my courage all pumped up from the sheer amount of embarrassment hormones in me. They weren't called that but whatever.

"Hmm... Mostly acceptable. But you must show us something. Or you won't get your phone back." His look was almost playful, maybe a bit childish.

I frowned, feeling my courage starting to drain away. "N-no... uhm...I, uh." Mr. Mikk raised an eyebrow at me, shoving his hand in his pocket, grabbing my phone then waving it at me.

"Fine!" Standing up I walked to the front of the class, immensely aware of all the eyes on me. Vaguely aware of Mr. Mikk's satisfied smirk. "What do you want me to do?" I tugged on the edge of my skirt, suddenly finding it too short.

"Oh-oh! Act out your morning routine! Don't forget the tooth brushing!" One of the guys in the class shouted out. Mr. Mikk gave him a nasty look then tapped his foot in thought.

"Do what you like best. Do what inspires you."

I blinked, face blank. What did inspire me? Would I want to show the class of I-hate-Eden's? With a sudden epiphany I looked at Mr. Mikk. My eyes got all shiny. He blinked in surprised then looked almost uncomfortable again.

With a small sob a tear started to drip down my cheek. Stunned silence as I began to wipe at my face. I began to make soft whining noises. "Mis-mister Mikk, w-why are you *sob* being so mean?" Continuously rubbing at my eyes, I caught his eye. He looked un-amused.

That's it. I'm pulling out the big guns now.

I bit my lip and glared at him icily, the whole class watching intently. Tears rolling slowly over my cheeks I crossed my arms angrily.

"Even after last night? How could you!" I cried hysterically, his eyebrow twitched and the students laughed at him.

"Was all you said a lie? Did you even mean any of it?" Dramatically i flung my arms in the air.

The class was laughing now, probably not at me but at Mr. Mikk's expression. I don't know how but for some reason my acting was working. It kind of helped that he most likely was connecting what i was saying with the previous day's happenings.

"Eden. Hall. Now." The class went silent then everyone began laughing again.

An especially loud voice called, "What Sir, she explaining too much of you guys' private life?"

He looked at the girl and snorted, rather un-graceful if you ask me. I turned and stalked out of the room, hoping that my walk was complimentary to my previous actions. Once in the hall I grimaced. I always hated shifting out of actress mode, I regained my regular emotions and pride.

Hearing more noises then the deep voice of Mr. Mikk I tapped my foot hurriedly. Blush was creeping onto my face as I yet again felt my super-courage hormones leaving.

The door opened and closed as Mr. Mikk walked out. I put my hands in front of my stomach and looked at them.

He's going to bring something up. He's going to ruin my social life, my whole school like. He might even fail me!

I admit it. I was panicking. I didn't know why though. Looking up at him sheepishly i noticed a small smirk.

Why is my heart racing? Why does this crazily attractive man make me so uncomfortable?

I mentally kicked myself. Found the reason.

"Great job kid." He reached out and ruffled my hair. I made a small shrieking noise. "Although in your next enactment call me Tyki. Would make it more personal, more convincing."

I stopped and looked up at him. 'What?" His attitude had suddenly changed. What was wrong with him?

" 'What' What?" He frowned then brightened visibly. "Oh, probably confused about my teacher face, am I right?" I nodded bleakly. "I have to keep up a certain appearance in front of the students. Keeps 'em in line." He gave me the mischievous smile again.

"You're a strange, strange man." As soon as I said it I regretted it. I covered my mouth embarrassed. 'I-I'm sorry!"

He laughed lightly. With a grin he reached into his pocket. "You'll have to come at the end of the day to get this back. Since I confiscated it." He shoved it back in his pocket.

I gasped again when he tousled my hair a little more roughly. He was leaning down, almost at eye level. He had a huge grin on his face then he turned into the doorway, walking back into class.

With a small smile I readjusted my ponytail that he had screwed up and sighed. "What a weird guy." I walked back into class, a small pink shade upon my cheeks.

EN: Sorry if there are any typos!! :S My fingers hit the wrong keys sometimes haha