In the end, we completely skipped lunch.
Both of us decided we weren't hungry and instead took my bedding to the laundry place to get the 'cooties' off of it. By the time that classes were going to start, we were both laughing, we had a plan afterall.
During the Nightly Party, we would steal Will's key to his dorm and our dorm key from him, so he had no access. Sure, he would probably just ask Jem, but still, he won't have access to our dorm anymore to do what he had done earlier.
We tried not to speak of it by using the code name 'purple'. Because, you know, pink (girl) and blue (boy) make purple.
Luckily, Cecily and I have Life Science together. Will and the Shadowhunters might be in the class, but we just cross our fingers and hope for the best.
Which would be that we won't ever see William or Jessamine or any of their accomplices ever again.
But, I know that was impossible. I had Murder 101 with Mr. Lightworm with the boy Shadowhunters and music with Jem and Will.
And I had Advanced Lit. with the whole Shadowhunter group.
By the Angel! I completely forgot that I was partners with William in that class.
I groaned out loud. I don't think I'd make it another day without killing him. For what he did to Cecily and what he did to my eyes.
I want to bleach them so I can unsee what I had saw. The thing that had ruined my appetite.
We walk into class with three minutes to spare.
Headmaster Branwell was there. Apparently she taught science?
I thought she ran the school, maybe I was wrong.
Right as the ding of the bell sounded, Will and Jessamine walked into class. Followed by Jem and the rest of the Shadowhunters. Jessamine trying to set me on fire with her eyes.
Cecily took an audible gasp and grabbed my hand.
She squeezed and I squeezed back, until we both had cut off each other's circulation to one's hand.
We let go when Headmaster began to speak.
"Welcome class, I am Mrs. Branwell in this class and everywhere else, Headmaster Branwell. We have a new student to this school, which, rarely ever happens, Miss. Theresa Gray," she introduces. I didn't know what to do, so I sat there, indifferent.
"Come on up," she prompts and I groan inwardly. The Shadowhunters snicker.
My face flushes and with a huff, I head up there and look at Cecily so that I wouldn't murder anyone. Though, I allowed myself to try to set them to flames with my eyes. Too bad it only works with people who have Laser Eyes like Superman.
"So, where did you come from?" she asks me. She seemed to actually have interest in the questions she was asking. Her eyes were bright, eager.
"I came from New York," I reply, fidgeting with my hands a little.
A gasp went around the room, even the Shadowhunters hadn't seen this coming. It made my smile grow bigger, until it could probably seemed to be a smirk. I thought my accent had completely given it away. Apparently, they are all as dumb as cows, probably even dumber, all except Cecily, who had guessed while we talked about classes.
"An American girl?" she asks, amused like she had no idea.
But she had read my file. She must have known.
"Yeah, that's my home," I say, a little forlorn creeping into my voice. I curse myself silently for showing any weakness at all. Especially in front of the feelingless.
I look down to the floor, cheeks probably tomato-red.
"What is your favorite book?" Mrs. Branwell asks me.
"A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens," I reply, earning some snickers from the back of the class, where the Shadowhunters sat. Why did they choose snicker now, they had plenty to snicker in Advanced Lit. where I had admitted it for the first time.
I glare at them, before looking at Cecily again. She looked about on the verge of laughter.
"What are the two things you miss most about New York?" she asks me.
"Uh...well for one, I miss the sunny sky, but I really miss my friends," I say, gulping back the tears that threatened to spill over.
She motions for me to take my seat, and I do, greatful that for now, the questioning was over.
"So the lesson for today is.." she starts and that's how science went. No more interruptions from the Shadowhunters, no nothing. I allowed myself to tune her out, for I had already been given the lecture on how to use a microscope. But most students here, including Cecily, seemed like they'd been waiting for this forever. Like they'd never used a microscope before.
Strange.
If anything, I'd expected that I'd have to do something for them that I've never done, but that seems so casual to them.
Now that I think about it. I do.
The Nightly Party.
And yet, they've never used a microscope.
By the Angel, these people need to readjust their priorities.
Class is dismissed and I say goodbye to Cecily, for I was heading to history as she was heading to Advanced Lit.
The history lecture drones on, making me want to collapse with exhaustion. It had been one of the longest days of my entire life. And I had to sleep in a new room, again.
At least at my other school, they tried to make it somewhat fun. Perhaps by having us learn without a textbook.
Perhaps sometimes by making jokes.
But no, not here. Not at the Institute.
By the time the class had ended, I was using my fingers to push my eyelids open. I trudged up to my dorm and plopped on my bed, falling asleep instantly.
I awoke to the sound of Cecily opening the dorm door and yelling at me.
She told me to get my lousy butt up to the dinner hall. Apparently I had slept the whole afternoon away, for it was 5:30 and time for dinner.
I promised myself that I'd call my friends when I returned, before Cecily and I left for the Nightly Party.
I trudged up and followed Cecily out the door, not caring what I looked like.
I probably looked like a zombie, but I didn't care one bit. I don't care what Will thinks of me, nor do I care what Jessamine, Gabriel, Gideon, Jem, and their girls think of me. I just don't.
I know something must be wrong with me because everyone else seemed to obsess with what everyone else thought of them.
When Cecily and I arrived, we were right on time, not late, but seemingly everyone else was already in the dining hall, including the Shadowhunters.
Cecily and I look at each other before we both look down, cheeks inflamed. We got dinner and sat down at where we sat for breakfast. Everyone was staring at us.
Oh right, we didn't attend lunch.
The funny thing is, none of them should care. Not a single one of them.
Well, Will should care, but I highly doubt he does, so I do my best to ignore the feeling of eyes watching me fill my stomach.
I groan and Cecily and I begin talking. We talk about class experiences and I tell her about having to be partners with Will in Advanced Lit. and she gives me her sympathies. I also tell her about beating Will at knife throwing and she could hardly believe her ears.
It wasn't long after that she began to laugh at the way I described Will and the boy Shadowhunters arguing about it all.