A/N. *inhales and exhales exaggeratedly* It's Christmas Vacation! *streamers come out of nowhere* I'm happy.
And you must be too because that means my every-other-four-days updates are coming at you!
Yes, I said I'm going to update every other four days. If not, I'll still try to keep on schedule. You have a problem with that? Asides from my one-shots of course. :3 So, including my two one-shots for this season, I'll be uploading about...oh, I don't know 8 or so times? Maybe less. Depending on when I start writing the chapters and how much free time I have, but you know... The times of updates are listed in the bottom A/N.
Those are not the only good news, but...
I GOT A REAL FIRST FLAME! :O If any of you remember Curlscat's Birth of A Pixie, you should also remember the 'Flaming Reviewer' (FR) person. ^^ Oh my gosh! This is so awesome! Oh, I must be insane for being happy. Well, it's just that Curlscat's an awesome writer, and that person reviewed, so that must make me worthy enough to get a review from this oh-so-polite person. :) So thanks, FR! If you had told me that two years ago, I'd still be laughing. :) But really? Masturbating? I never knew you were so sexual...Umm...o.O I hope you know some of my audience is a bit young...
Oh, and Curlscat (yep, I'm bringing you in this) mentioned that how I'm writing this Point of View (3rd POV) should be in 1st POV because she's always thrown off when I write 'Daphne' instead of 'I'. So, this is a sample chapter kind of thing. This will be written all in Daphne's POV (1st POV) and I'd like to see what you all think! Does it fit better than 3rd person?
For the record, if Daphne's talking in 1st POV, then I'm not going to be putting her thoughts in italics.
Okay, I'm done rambling. Enjoy your chapter.
Chapter 15: Misunderstandings
"I'm coming in," I said as I opened the door to Mr. Firay's classroom.
No reply came and I looked towards his desk. He wasn't there. I frowned in confusion. Hadn't he told me he needed to talk to me?
I heard laughter from the supply room, so I headed over to it. Just as I was about to enter, a girl appeared in front of me. Her shocked expression must've mimicked mine.
"Oh, excuse me," she said, blinking and then walking past me.
I turned around and watched her exit the room. What was she doing in Mr. Firay's supply closet? I faced the supply room again and walked into it. Mr. Firay was standing by the refrigerator, fixing his tie.
It felt like a brick had dropped into my gut.
He noticed me and grinned, but his grin quickly went away. "What's wrong?"
"What were you doing?" I demanded, sounding more accusing than I had meant to.
"What do you mean? Oh," he said, dropping his tie. "You mean what I was doing with Susan?"
I nodded, narrowing my eyes slightly.
Mr. Firay laughed. "What do you think we were doing?"
Why was he laughing? Wasn't it obvious? They were both in the supply room, and he was fixing his shirt. When I didn't reply, Mr. Firay shook his head and sighed.
"We weren't doing anything bad, Daphne," he informed me. "I was helping her with her science project."
He pointed to a tray on the counter.
"Why are you fixing your shirt then?"
"Because it was messed up?" he responded, raising an eyebrow.
I blushed instantly. What was I thinking? This was school. Mr. Firay wouldn't be making out or anything with students in the school. I was just letting my jealousy get the best of me again.
I looked at the floor and clenched my hands. It was Mr. Firay's fault for making me feel this way. If he treated me like he treated every other student, I wouldn't have these unchecked emotions.
I felt something hard on my shoulder and I jumped.
"Were you jealous?" Mr. Firay asked, his jaw moving on my shoulder when he talked.
"No," I lied, turning my head away.
He chuckled and lifted his head off my shoulder. "You're cute, Daphne."
My face grew hotter and I frowned at him. "Mr. Firay, don't say stuff like that."
"Why not?" he responded, going back over to the fridge.
"We're in school. You're a teacher. I'm a student."
Mr. Firay turned around and looked at me with a sad expression. "I thought we had something special?"
I narrowed my eyes. This is what I didn't like about Mr. Firay. When he compliments me, I don't know whether he's joking or not, because he always says something jokingly afterwards.
I sighed. "What do you want?"
"Oh yeah," Mr. Firay said, going over to the closet.
He began to shuffle through some stuff and finally pulled out a small paper bag. He tossed it to me. "You left your shirt at my house."
I grabbed the bag and looked inside. Sure enough, my shirt was in there. It was folded and cleaned too. "Um, thanks."
"No problem."
"Okay, well, I've got to go home now," I told him, a bit reluctantly.
"Already?"
My heart skipped a beat, as cliché as it sounds. Did that mean he didn't want me to go home either? I cursed myself silently. Why today of all days did Wendell want to go to dinner?
I sighed. "Yeah. I'm going to dinner with Wendell in a little while."
"Oh," Mr. Firay responded simply. "I didn't know you two were dating."
"What?" I cried, making Mr. Firay jump. "We aren't dating!"
Mr. Firay turned to look at me, a confused expression on his face. "You're not?"
"We're eating out as friends."
He suddenly started laughing. "Poor Wendell."
"What? Why?"
Mr. Firay shook his head. "You really are cute, Daphne. Cute, but dense."
"Well you're cute, but a jerk!" I responded, freezing when I realized what I said.
He smirked. "I'm cute, huh?"
I blushed. "Never mind. I meant you're really ugly!"
"Sure you did," he said with a laugh.
"I did! Now goodbye!"
"Be careful!" he called after me, still laughing.
I sped out of the room, my face burning. I couldn't believe I had just said that. It was so embarrassing! Did he think that I had feelings for him now? Did he have feelings for me?
I shook my head violently. I was getting ahead of myself. And to think this was a grand moment for biting my palm! I needed to get home and get ready to go to dinner with Wendell.
The walk home was slow. When I finally made it to the apartment, I wasn't in the best of moods. I was so used to having Mr. Firay drive me home that I wasn't used to walking long distances. I wished I had my totally awesomesauce magic carpet...
The door was locked so I reached for the spare key. This time it was where it should have been, and I opened the door and went in, sticking the key in my pocket.
The phone started ringing and I smiled. Perfect timing.
I went into the kitchen and quickly grabbed the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Wendell."
"Hi," I responded, heading towards my room. "What's up?"
"Do you care if we eat a late dinner? We can't get in until eight."
"That's fine with me," I responded, narrowing my eyes slightly. Where was Wendell planning on taking me? Was it somewhere fancy? I hoped it wasn't. That would cost a lot...
"Okay, so I'll pick you up at like seven thirty."
"You're driving?" I asked skeptically. "I'm not so sure I want to go now."
He laughed. "Hey! I'm good a good driver!"
I snorted, rolling my eyes. "That's why Red told me you've been in two car crashes over the past six months?"
"I just have bad luck," Wendell responded, amusement in his voice.
"Whatever; see you then," I told him. "I'll be writing my will in the meantime."
"You're such a bummer, Daphne," he responded with a sigh.
"I'm joking," I said with a laugh.
He laughed too. "I know."
"Bye."
"See you later."
I hit the OFF button on the phone and threw it onto my bed. I frowned. Now I didn't have anything to do. I could have stayed with Mr. Firay at school. What a waste...
The television was calling for my attention, so I went into the living room and turned it on. It was on the music video channel. I shrugged and kept it there. I plopped onto the couch and settled into a more comfortable position.
I woke up with a start. My cheek was wet and I made a grossed out face and wiped the drool away. I checked the clock to see what time it was. Two and a half hours had passed; it was now 4:30. Time for a shower!
I sighed and went back to my room and to my dresser. The top drawer was part way open so I shut it before opening the one underneath it. Hoping we didn't have to dress fancy, I grabbed a pair of light wash jeans and also took a blue plaid shirt.
I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower before changing into my new clothes. I wrapped a towel around my head before going back to my room. I picked up my cell phone and opened it to see if anyone had texted me. To my surprise, there were ten missed calls from a number I didn't recognize. I jumped when my phone suddenly went off. It was the same unknown number that had called before.
I hesitated a moment before answering it. "Hel-"
"Why haven't you been answering your phone?" an irritated voice demanded.
I blinked in shock. Who was this guy? "Um, sir? I think you have the wrong number-"
"Daphne, its Matt or whatever."
Matt? Oh! "Mustardseed? I mean, Mr. Firay?"
"Yeah, he responded, "But I told you to call me Matt."
"Sorry," I apologized. "But how did you get my number?"
"I asked Ariana for it," he told me.
I sighed. It had to be her, didn't it? I was in for some questioning now. "Why did you need my phone number?"
"I wanted to know where you were going for dinner. Is it downtown?"
"I don't know," I responded. "Why?"
"Because that's our territory."
"I don't own any territory?" I asked, confused.
Mr. Firay laughed, but turned serious again. "Gang territory."
"...Oh."
"Yeah."
I licked my lips. "What does that have to do with me?"
"It will be dangerous for you down there," he told me.
"Why? I didn't even do anything!"
Mr. Firay sighed. "I know you didn't. I got you caught up in this. But you still are involved, Daphne. Whether you want to be involved or not isn't your decision."
"So I can't even go downtown without worrying about being attacked or whatever they want to do?" I demanded, my eyes wide.
"During the day time, you don't really have to worry, since there are people around. I'm more worried about nights...like tonight."
"Well we are only going to eat," I told him.
"But still..."
I smiled slightly. "Are you worried about me, Mr. Firay?"
"Yeah, I am."
I blinked in shock. I wasn't expecting a truthful remark, let alone a serious one. "Oh, um, thank you."
Mr. Firay sighed. "Just promise me you will have your phone at all times. And stay with Wendell."
"Promise," I told him. "You don't really think something will happen, do you?"
Mr. Firay laughed. "No. But just in case."
"Okay."
"And make sure you actually answer your phone."
Now it was my turn to laugh. "Okay."
"Talk to you later then."
"Bye, Mr. Firay."
"Daphne?"
"Yeah?"
"Have fun on your date."
"It's not-" I started but I heard a click and knew he hung up.
I scowled, tossing the phone onto the bed. Stupid Mr. Firay.
A/N. Sorry it's short. To make up for that, you guys get another chapter tomorrow (and besides, I have to on schedule)!
OKAY! Updating Schedule:
1. Sunday, Dec. 18: FTFT-15 (I missed the date. :3)
2. Wednesday, Dec. 21: FTFT-16 (Tomorrow!)
3. Saturday, Dec. 24: FTFT-17
4. *Sunday, Dec. 25: Oneshot(s) (I have two, but I'm not sure if I'll finish both in time, so maybe one will be posted on this Sunday)
5. Tuesday, Dec. 27: FTFT-18
6. Friday, Dec. 30: FTFT-19
(((7. *Sunday, Jan. 1: (If not posted on the 25th) Oneshot)))
8. Monday, Jan. 2: FTFT-20
*These aren't part of the 'updated-every-four-days' thing. The updates will still go with the flow, and the one-shots are just like interjected, I guess. :3 Oh, and if I don't post one of the oneshots in time, then it'll be posted most likely on the 1st of Jan.
Was that confusing? I'm available for any questions. :D
Oh, I found a new anime I like, so you can read about it below if you want:
If you're an Anime Watcher, and looking for a new one to watch, or feel like chatting me up, watch/talk to me about Shugo Chara! O.O I've never seen such an Awesome Anime. I mean, I thought Maid Sama! was good. This is freakin' addicting. I started watching them Wednesday and I've already finished the 1st season (I finished it Sunday; all 51 episodes!). Almost done with the second. But I'm taking a day break from it because if I watch too much, it'll be over too soon. (*bawls*) Then, after that, I'm going to watch the Shugo Chara! Party episodes and all the other ones that I might've missed. Then I'm going to go on to the manga. Oh yeah. :D
If you're someone who wants to talk to me about it, here's a topic: Which pairing is awesomer? Amuto or Tadamu? Personally, I love Tadamu right now because Tadase is just so sweet and nice! Gosh, and he's adorable (even in a skirt; spoiler alert!). :3 But Ikuto's mysterious and funny. Instead of calling him hot (which he is), I'm just going to say he's someone that I really enjoy looking at, lol...oh, I sound so weird. I love both of them. ERGH! I can't decide who I love more!
So that was my anime rant for today!I would like some more anime suggestions, so if you have one you're sure I may like, tell me about it in a review. :D
So anyways, be ready for many updates! Tomorrow I hopefully update!
~Lara