Chapter 4: Question and Answer
^•^•°•°•^•^ Chapter 4 ^•^•°•°•^•^
Now that all my senses are back to normal, I notice the surprised looks on most of my classmate's faces. 'Dammit. I'm suppose to keep the attention off of me!' I look back at the mat to see a tired and messy pinklet, 'oh but it was so worth it.'
I smirk and stick my hands back into my pockets as I walk back into the group of students. Tilting my head back, I ignore the rest of the fights and zone out. Soon after, class ends with me cringing as I think of our teacher, Gai, saying youth so much.
That kid, Naruko, I think, catches up to me. He laughs at my expression, "yeah Gai-sensei is pretty weird. Along with his mini-me Lee." I feel my eyes widening, I know my face looks startled. "There's more?" Naruko laughs and asks for my schedule.
Handing it over he reads it and looks at me in surprise, "you have junior math classes next?" I snatch the schedule back from him, reading it then growling in frustration. "I specifically asked them to place me in a regular class."
I sigh and I feel Naruko put a hand on my shoulder. "Well at least I'm in your next two classes." I nod, still pissed about my schedule as I fold it up and put it away. "Can you take me there? If your teacher has a problem with it, you can tell them to talk to me." He just chuckles and nods, grabbing my arm to take me to my next class.
After I'm dropped off in the junior section, I only wave a small goodbye at the blonde and walk inside the room. "You must be the new student Mon-" I cut him off, "Monnie." He simply nods and continues. "I'm Asuma and I'll be teaching Geometry. Take a seat anywhere, I'm going out for a smoke."
I roll my eyes as he walks past me, out the room. Turning to face the class, I find all eyes on me. "Yes?" I raise an eyebrow, when none answer, I shrug and wall to an empty seat. The discussion in the classroom soon picks back up, I completely ignore it and pull out my songbook. I begin to write lyrics down, stopping when my arm is tapped and I glance up.
A dude with a black coat and red clouds on it, jet black hair, and a...mask? Waves like he's on sugar high. "Hi pretty lady! Tobi is a good boy!" I give a slight wave, not caring about his probable disorder or possible act.
"Monnie," I give my one worded answer so that he can use my name instead of 'pretty lady'. I take out a bag of candy and pass it to him. "Thank you pretty lady, Tobi likes candy!" I only nod and calmly turn towards him, "I figured. Anyway, call me Monnie." A person butts into our conversation. "Hey you're that crazy girl from free period!" I feel my eye twitch a little bit.
"I am not crazy, you idiotic cross-dressing blonde." The idiot is wearing one of those black coats with clouded, has long blonde hair in a ponytail with a bang, and has light blue eyes. 'He could be attractive or considered cute but I don't think I can imagine him in that way.' I give the thought slight entertainment before I toss it in the trash bin of my mind.
"I'm not an idiot, un! By the way, I'm Deidara." I raise an eyebrow at his neglect to react to being called a cross-dresser. "Sooooo," I drag this out. "You are a cross-dresser?" His face turns red realizing, a little to late, his mistake. "I'm not a cross-dresser, un!" I shrug and go back to my songbook.
I'm interrupted again, by a laugh from a fish dude wearing that same jacket as the others. "I like her already." A raven head with black mixed with red eyes speaks up, "you're a freshman." He says it as a statement not a question so I don't bother answering. "Well are you?" A multicolored guy asks me after a few minutes of silence and me working in my notebook.
"You wanted me to answer?" He said it as a statement, not a question, but yes, I am a freshman." Next a orange head interrogates me, "then why are you in a Junior's class?" I sigh, 'I knew this would turn into a game of Q&A.' I close my songbook, realizing I'm not going to get any of it done. "I requested a normal math class but I guess they ignored my request."
A purple haired girl speaks, "I'm Konan. Aren't you that girl that flipped over our table?" I blink at her blankly and give her a simple nod, "yeah." A guy with magenta eyes exclaims, "that was fucking awesome! How the fuck did you do that?!" I shrug nonchalantly, "practice."
"So you practice jumping over tables?" A dude with a heck of a lot of stitches asks me. "No," I deadpan at him. "So what do you practice for?" Another guy, this one has red hair and brown eyes. I shrug and lean back in my chair with my arms crossed over my chest and my legs on the table, I'm against the the wall so that I don't fall.
"Confidential." He looks confused but quickly covers it up as I change the subject, "so who are you random people other than Deidara, Tobi, and Konan. And what's up with the coats?" They all introduce themselves in this order piercings, fishy, red raven, banana split, magenta man, stitchy, and brown eyes.
"And the jackets?" I ask. "Its our group." I tilt my head, "like a gang?" I tense slightly, "no. It shows who is our friends and who we're okay with." I nod at that explanation and relax a bit. I turn to my songbook and reopen it, of course Tobi has to question it. "What is pretty lady writing?!" I close my notebook abruptly and narrow my eyes at Tobi.
'That wasn't honest curiosity.' I watch as he continues to munch on his candy when he lifts his mask slightly. "Nothing of importance to you." I answer coldly, gripping my notebook tightly. Hidan tries to snatch it from me but I catch his wrist. "Don't EVER try to touch my stuff." I release his hand shortly after I say this.
To everyone's surprise, Hidan cradles his wrist and mumbles a bunch of curses. Before anyone can comment, the bell rings. At the signal of the end of class, I grab my stuff and I'm already out the door.
~End of Chapter 4~
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