Squeals, squeals, and more squeals.
Jemmea had heard enough squeals for a lifetime. It was Friday and class had ended, leaving Jem with not much to do.
"Come on," one girl said quietly and excitedly to her friends, "Let's go now! It will be our last chance to see them before the weekend!" The girls rushed off. Jem knew exactly who they were talking about: the night class boys. She knew this because her roommate was one of the girls who fawned over them. The girl would have other girls in their room all the time, and all they did was talk about these boys. They talked about them so much, their favorites, their names, what each looked like, blah blah blah, that Jem was sure she could name and identify all of them, even though she had never seen any of them in her life.
Maybe I should see them, Jem thought. If these boys are really all the girls say they are, then listening to them might be less painful if what they say is true. It's worth a shot, and it's not like I have anything else to do. A few students loomed in the class a little longer to be spoken to by the teacher, including the guardians.
Jem followed the fangirls at a more than safe distance until she saw the convention of them at the gate to the Moon Dormitory. Jem found a decent sized rock at the side of the path, far from the commotion, and sat down. Again, she lit a cigarette as she waited for something to happen.
Yuuki, the brunette she had met yesterday, flew past her yelling at the girls. "Hey! Get back! Day class girls, it's time to go back to your dorms!" Well, this could be more interesting than I thought. Jem kept her eyes on the action, and therefore did not notice Zero saunter up next to her.
"Hey, what did I tell you?" he haphazardly reprimanded. Jem turned her head. She sighed, knowing what this was about. Zero held out his hand, "Give me your pack."
"Seriously?" she asked, but he said nothing and just continued to look at her, holding out his hand.
Jem sighed and reached into her pocket, retrieving her pack. She pulled it out and tossed it to him. He smoothly caught it, and in anticipation of his next remark she asked. "Can I just finish this one? It will be my last one, obviously..."
Zero pocket her pack as Yuuki cried, "Zero, what are you doing? I could really use your help over here!"
Having more important duties, Zero told Jem, "I suppose that would be fine," before turning away from her and going to help Yuuki. Jem crossed her legs and leaned forward, resting her forearm on her leg.
Yuuki struggled terribly, using literally all her force to keep the girls back on her side. On Zero's side, however, the girls waited anxiously, but did not so much as come up alongside Zero without him having to lift a finger. If any of the girls so much as leaned too far forward, all it took was a glare from Zero to to have them retract back into place. Until the gates opened.
For the first time, Jem saw the night class, and was disappointed to find that she could in fact identify the boys individually. The girls screamed, more daring to move closer past Zero and practically trampling Yuuki. The first thing Jem noticed was that their uniforms were different. She really liked them, and thought they looked much nicer and pristine than the day class uniforms. Though this could have only come across because of the way it was currently presented to her: poised white versus belligerent black.
The night class walked through the path created for them by the guardians, not paying any heed to the screaming girls. All except one, anyway. Jem did find them appealing, extremely appealing actually, but it was not because of their physical features. She instead was impressed by how much more put together and placid they were. She was the only one who seemed to carry these qualities in the day class. Then she saw Zero again, glaring at the night class, and realized that he was the only other exception in the day class.
As Jem finished her smoke, she saw that the night class was approaching, thus bringing the commotion with it. She dropped the cigarette to the ground and stepped on it as she got up, twisting her foot into the dirt. She turned on her heal and hastily walked away, not wanting to get any closer to the crowd.