"Finally, my last motherfucking period." I whisper to myself. If I could find anyway to end my day it's my AP English class. There's some motherfucking downs to being a student, well, a High-school student anyway. The first thing that comes to mind is actually getting out of my bed to come to a place that automatically reminds me of Alcatraz. Or, having to go through the day listening to each and every teacher you come across complaining, nagging, and yelling at someone. And don't get me started on the food, it's like they made it out of play-dough, then replace the actually flavour of salt with the sweat of the football team. Actually, fuck school; there's only one positive side to all of it, but that depends on what your looking for. That for me, are the motherfucking babes on campus. I remember when all of them were socially awkward geeks that all cracked their voices when they talked and looked like they were attacked by a bombardmentt of BB pellets on their faces. But now? It's like they popped right out of a sixteen year-old girls magazine. It's like Hercules had a shit ton of children, and threw them all down to Earth. Now, with such a choice motherfucking selection, I should have a boyfriend by now. However, they one I want is playing way too motherfucking hard to get. Four years I've been stuck in his weird little friend-zone and four years I've been trying to grab more that just his interest. I had him Freshman, Sophomore, and Junior year at this hell-hole. I swear this year, is the year that I get SOMETHING from him. And I don't mean a passing grade. For an English teacher, he can't seem to pick up any of my flirtatious innuendos. I'm also tired of him telling me I should start doing my homework. I can give him ten other things I rather do, and you can't do them in afterschool detention. It's like he knows that he's driving me crazy. I'm on the verge of throwing myself at his feet.
"Hello, Mr. Makara, you're later than usually today." I walk in to class; Mr. Vantas is sitting at the very back of the class room at his second desk. He saunters over to the front of the room, carrying a back of worksheets. "For a second, I thought you weren't coming."
"I wouldn't miss your class for anything, Mr. Vantas." I taunt. I love the way he acts so nonchalantly in class. all my friends say he's a grouch, but if you get to know him he's pretty cool.
"That's nice to hear, now take your seat. And I hope there won't be anymore distractions, correct?" Mr. Vantas says in avertedly mentioning my outburst from yesterday.
"Then, I guess I should tell you now I don't have my work." I tell him smirking. Like he doesn't already know that.
"I'm so shocked, Mr. Makara." There's a thick layer of sarcasm coming form him.
"I'm sorry to disappoint." I chuckle. The second to last bell rings and a crowd of students usher in the class. I walk to my seat enjoying our banter as the rest of the class gets to there seats.
"Hey, Gamzee. You coming to practice today?" I roll my neck in the direction of the voice. It's my friend John. He's been my friend for as long as I could remember. He plops down in the seat next to me.
"Naw, man. Skipping this one. I'll make it up to Coach Zahhak some other motherfucking time." I lean back in my seat stretching out my arms.
"Yeah, whatever. Being the star of the school sure has its perk, huh speedy?" He punches my shoulder playfully.
"I am not the star athlete," I yawn " I just like sports."
"Basketball, Volleyball, Baseball, Track Team, and Chess Team Captain. Not to mention your our class Valedictorian. So shut-up, you're Highness." He's voice is muffled because of searching in his bag.
"Also, you're first chair trumpet in marching band." I look behind me to see my best-friend, Tavros, walked into the room. Just catching the last bit of John's explanation. "It's like you're, uh, the King of Skaia."
"Hey, there's only five motherfucking trumpet players," I try to defend myself. "And the other four are Freshman and Sophomores."
John sarcasticly claps. "Ok, one, and I do mean one, reason why you're not Skaia King." He laughs, turning in his seat towards me. "So tell me your Majesty. Do you have any idea who you're planning on taking to this years Spookfest?" Spookefest is our annual Halloween dance, I personally go to just to laugh at the girls ideas of "Scary".
"Naw, I just might stay at home. They're showing a Chucky Marathon." I see Mr. Vantas start walking around the room out the side of my eye.
"Dude, what? No, you are so going to this one. You are not squirming your way out of this one. So help me, I will get you a date."
"Uh, well I'm taking Aradia." I look over to the blushing Tavros.
"Aw, shit. Tavbro's got a crush?" I reach over to give him a fist pound, which he readily receives.
"No, a girlfriend."
"Good going!"
I fell a tap on my shoulder, and as I turn around I see Mr. Vantas standing over me. "Excuse me, but I would like you to turn around in your seat. Because, you know, I have a class to teach. And you distracting students deters me from that job."
"Sorry, sir." I smile up. He tries to hard to be a strict teacher.
"Thank you." Then he walks down the aisle, still getting work from the night before.
"Jeez, what a grouch." I look over to John mumbling.
"Naw, that's just Mr. Vantas, being Mr. Vantas."
"For the student that gets in the most trouble with him, you'd think you would agree with me."
"Hey, what can I say? As Skaia king, I have to be just to all my subjects." I tell him striking a royal pose.
"Oh God," I hear Tavros sigh "You see what you did John? You created a monster."
"I'm going to have to assonate him now, aren't I? Hey maybe now I can become King."
"You're both nutty motherfuckers."
"AHEM! BACK ROW! WILL YOU PLEASE BE QUIET!?" Mr. Vantas is standing by his desk, tapping his foot slightly.
"Sorry," We all say in unison. Then, suddenly, the bell rings.
"Oh, great, I've got nothing accomplished in a forty-five minute period," Mr. Vantas yells to himself "Class, you have a test tomorrow, which I highly suggest you study for, and a quick-write assignment from page six-hundred-four in your workbooks. Class dismissed." Everyone gets up and rushes out the door.
"See ya Gamzee, try not to get into, too, much trouble. We need you for the next game." John pats my shoulder on the way out the door.
"Yeah, yeah, whaterver."
"Bye Mr. Vantas!" He waves to our teacher. But he just takes a sip of water from his mug.
"Mr. Vantas I-" He cuts me off by raising a finger up. Great, he's pissed. There's a few seconds of silence, then he takes a deep sigh.
"Mr. Makara, must you try so hard to diminish the purpose of all my work everyday?"
"Well, no." I stutter.
"Are you sure? I mean, I can't quite tell with all your classroom outburst, talking in my class, never turning in your work, your smart-ass remarks. I can't really tell the difference. Is there something wrong, Mr. Makara?
"Uh.." My eyes are pinned to the floor. I don't really know what to say.
"Look, Makara, you're my best student, hands down. So, just talk to me."
If I talked about what I wanted to say, you would have me sent for the office. "I guess...I don't have a lot of motivation in my classes anymore?"
"It's a fucking highschool, if you still had it I would applaud your effort." He crosses his arms.
"Yeah, I know, it's just...so boring. I get A's on my test, at everyone of my classes on time, have all my practices, go home and then do absolutely nothing for the rest of the week. It's so repetitive, seriously." There's that awkward silence you get when you know the other person's thinking. The one you don't know whether or not you should keep talking, or slowly make your way out the door. Which is about to be my reaction, when he speaks up.
" Like I said, it's highschool," Oh well no motherfucking shit, Mr. Vantas. "But, I get at what you're saying." He closes his eyes for a second before he continues.
"Ok, Makara, listen up. What are you doing this weekend?"
"Nothing, there's no practice this weekend." I look at him quizzically "Why?"
"I'm probably going to regret this," He finally reopens his eyes "A lot. But, how would you like to spend this weekend with me?"
"W-what?" Did I just hear him correctly? II even rub at the outside of my ear, just to be sure I didn't become deaf all of a sudden.
Just to relax a little. I got this cabin up in the hills, and there's a lake for swimming and stuff. It's like a little vacation. Something so everything won't be, how do you say? Repetitive, for you."
I clack my mouth shut. It kind of dropped down in surprise. This is the last person I would expect to ask me to do anything other than sit down, shut-up, and pay attention. Let alone ask if I wanted to go spend time with him this weekend. "Uh, sure. I would have to ask my Dad, though."
"yes, I understand. But I will let you go on one condition!" He walks over to my desk "You do your homework for the rest of the week. Seriously, and stop talking when I am trying to lecture the class, deal?" He reaches out his hand to mine.
"If I can find one person that actually pays attention to those's I'll do my work for the rest of the year," I shake his hand "You have a deal Mr. Vantas."
"Good, now get the hell out of my class. I've got to work that needs to be finished before I leave campus."
"Ok, see ya tomorrow Mr. Vantas!" I grab my stuff heading to the door.
"WITH WORK FOR ONCE!" I hear him shout as the door closes. Sure thing, Mr. V. Sure thing.