When I woke up, it was 6 am exactly. I had a way of doing that, waking up right on the dot of 6 AM no matter when I fell asleep. I sighed and sluggishly got to my feet, not really awake until I'd dug out a piece of chocolate and eaten it. I got ready for school in a slow fashion, taking my time to unplug my mp3 player and find my headphones and get dressed. Even through doing this, it was only 6:45 when I had finally gotten ready for school. This happened a lot.
Pouting and the sighing in defeat, I shrugged on my grey peacoat (which I liked to call "my detective coat") and headed out for school. I didn't bother running until I saw the school bus pass me, and by then I was completely up for the challenge. I ended up at the school half a minute after the bus, needing to stop to catch my breath much more often than I had yesterday. My foot twitched and I coughed my ghost sense into my coat sleeve, shivering a little. I hated how cold the ghost sense made me.
I didn't see Danny for an entire half a period, during which Mr. Lancer gave us our assigned seats in his English class. I ended up with Danny,seated relatively close by, though Danny was in fact right next to me and I would most likely be put in charge of keeping him awake during class. He had dozed off twice in a 5-minute time span yesterday, even though Lancer was really just going over what we would be covering this year in general terms.
The raven-haired kid ran into class with a pass from Principal Ishiyama, saying something about sleeping late. Mr. Lancer just sighed and took his pass, pointing to his seats. I didn't really pay attention, doodling a small cat hunting a squirrel sketch in pencil, and I definitely didn't notice that Danny was watching me draw until he pushed a note onto my desk while Lancer's back was turned.
Your drawing looks really neat, he had written. How are you so good at drawing?
I looked at the front of the room nervously, but I quickly scribbled down an answer. Thanks. I draw a lot, I guess practice really does make perfect.
We exchanged notes like that for the entire period, me discreetly passing notes to Danny while I took down some notes for him to copy. We took turns taking notes, because passing notes was much more fun and it was less work if we just copied down each other's notes during lunch. Mr. Lancer passed out some sort of grammar worksheet, which I completed in the remaining 5 minutes of class. Danny just sighed and stared at the paper like he'd never seen participial phrases before. I have him a are-you-shitting-me-right-now look, though I did end up quietly promising him that I would let him copy my answers.
Right before lunch, Dash cornered me in the hallway against my locker as he tried to force my hair away from my empty eye socket to see it. Even though he didn't know that it would even look different than my other eye, he knew I kept it covered up for a reason. I finally got fed up with his hands near my face and I shoved him away, growling in anger and pulling the curtain of shadowy-purple hair away from my face. The blonde quarterback fell silent in surprise and shock, and it looked to me that he was studying the burn mark around the socket...
I growled again and let my hair fall down, covering up that horror again. I turned away from him, finished getting my things for my next classes, and went off to the cafeteria. Tucker and Danny pestered me about Dash's sudden aversion to getting close to me, and I explained to them about how I lost my right eye and that I'd shown it to him just like he'd wanted. Even Sam snickered.
I suddenly noticed that Sam had a salad, and I brightened a little. "Oh, you're an ultra-recyclo-vegetarian, Sam?"
Sam grinned and nodded. "Yeah. Surprised you recognized it. Are you one, too?"
"Actually, I'm an ultra-recyclo-pescetarian."
"What's the difference? Neither of you eat meat," Tucker sighed, the self-proclaimed "meat connoisseur" obviously not pleased that I didn't eat meat either.
"The difference?" I snorted, cracking my own little shy smile. "Sam eats no animal products. I eat fish and I do eat animal products; just not meat." Tucker and Danny gave me a you're-serious-right-now look, and I simply gave them a simperingly helpless smile. Somehow, that little smile got both of them blushing, and I chuckled.
"Anyone would think that you two have crushes on the new kid you've only known for two days," Sam teased, grinning wider when their blushes got worse.
"Not that there's a problem with that," I murmured, just loud enough for the three to hear. "Being bisexual has its perks."
For the rest of the lunch period, they were asking me questions about what it was like to be bi.
Gym was okay, I somehow ended up on Dash's team and against Sam, though that didn't stop her from getting me out. I did end up getting her out too, though, my ball hitting her after she'd hit me. I chuckled with her and called it an 'afterlife', which is the term gamers use when they kill someone after dying. She knew it what that meant and we had a good talk about Doomed until we were both back in the game, trying to get each other out so that we could talk more.
Unfortunately, I ended up having to leave the room in Biology again, coughing up more ectoplasm. It sucked how the Biology room smelled like such strong chemicals that my ectoplasm reacted harshly. When I entered the room again, I settled down in my little pocket of friends only to be hit by a question that I did not expect.
"So, Rose," Sam said casually, "do you think we could all meet up at your place later today after school? My parents will be out, Tucker's are sick, and Danny's are.. well, they're trying to invent something new to hunt ghosts with. Your place would be okay, right?"