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Chapter 4
I burst into the cafeteria like a madwoman, Klaus close behind begging me to think about what I was doing. When I zeroed in on my target, his tan face visibly paled. I stalked over to our usual table and came to stand over him.
"Get up," I said lowly and Zane gulped.
"Now Mizu," he started with a nervous laugh, "let's stay calm about this."
"I'm going to be calm after I kick your a-"
"Language."
"-behind into the next century," I finished.
"Fiesty," he said under his breath, repeating Klaus's word from earlier.
I opened my mouth to tell him once again to get up so I could at least kick him in the marbles when another voice beat me to it.
"I bought cupcakes to calm the beast."
I gave a whoop of excitement and saw the desert bearer sitting down at the table. I gave Zane a fierce glare and whispered "This isn't over" before sitting down next to my friend. She set two cupcakes in front of my face, both of them with lots of icing.
"Thanks Satella!" I threw my arms around her neck then eagerly picked up the first one.
"You're welcome," she smiled.
Everyone began to converse about their first four classes and teachers they had as I quietly but happily ate my favorite food. By everyone I mean my small group of friends who had banded together our freshman year and been insaparable ever since, with a few exceptions of course. There was me, Zane, Sam, Seth, Satella, and Klaus. We all knew each other so well; it would be horrible when we split up to go to college. I glanced at my supposed best friend and I had to grudgingly admit that no matter how angry I was at him now, I would miss Zane when he was gone.
Finally the conversation turned to me. I told them impassively what my classes were and how cool my first two teachers were. When I got to Mr. Sammael , however, I grimaced.
"He's a know-it-all jerkwad," I told them. "Just talking about him makes me want to hurt somebody. Speaking of which-"
My foot shot out and hit it's target: Zane's shin. I smiled smugly as he winced and clamped his hand around his bruised leg.
"That bad?" Satella asked curiously.
"Yea," Zane and I said at the same time. Actually, I said, Zane groaned.
"I thought he was a pretty cool guy," Klaus admitted, giving his blonde hair a flip to clear his vision.
"Me too," Sam said.
"Are you serious?" I demanded. "That guy is a vicious beast."
Seth rolled his eyes.
"You're just being over dramatic. But then again, what else is new?"
Everyone else chuckled and I just glared half halfheartedly. It was true, I could be over dramatic sometimes.
"So," I took a bite of my second cupcake, "what do you guys have for the rest of the day?"
"We've got Latin," Sam gestured to herself and Satella.
"I'm headed over to the community college," Zane said. "You?"
"FFLA," I replied then glanced towards the last two.
"And we have English," Seth smirked at Klaus, who also had the class, and gave him a fist bump. "I've wanted Mrs. Chelsor again ever since freshman year. She so smokin'!"
I raised both eyebrows in his direction and Sam's face turned red with anger, which wasn't hard since she's a redhead. Klaus and Zane both shook their heads 'no' in a warning sign to stop him from going any further but he either didn't notice them or chose to ignore them. After another moment of listening to him go on and on about our teacher, Sam gave him a well deserved smack behind the head.
"I can't believe you would say this right in front of my face," she hissed and even I felt compelled to scoot away from her.
"What I mean is," he hastily backtracked, "Mrs. Cheslor is a very good teacher and I've never learned so much about the English language in her class. And she's smokin' because, well," he lowered his voice conspiratorially, "didn't you know she actually smokes before class?"
As lame of a cover up as that was, Satella snorted in amusement, causing everybody else to start laughing. Sam just glared angrily at her boyfriend who had the nerve to finally appear sheepish.
"I'm really sorry Sammy," he apologized and gave her his baby face that would cause the strongest to give in. "You know you're the only one I want."
"That look doesn't work on me," she said stiffly as she gathered her stuff at the sound of the bell. "I invented that face."
But even as she said this, I could see her resolve softening. As much as she hated to admit it, Seth was her weak spot and she cared about him too much to stay angry at him for a long time. My thoughts were proven correct as Seth put his arm around her waist as they left. Instead of shrugging him off like she would of if she was truly pissed at him, she seemed to move the tiniest bit closer. I smiled softly at the sweet moment as I followed them out.
We all went our separate ways then, with everyone except me and Zane either going up to the second or third floor. I went to the first floor library, where the other members of the Freesburg Future Leaders of America (also known as the wannabe teachers club) would be meeting. Like every year, we were assigned to a teacher to act as their assistant of sorts. This year I was the student head of FFLA, and alongside the teacher head, would be deciding which students were assigned to which teachers and making sure any problems are taken care of. Although the teacher head had the option of taking on the student head as their personal assistant, I was positive this wouldn't be the case with me. The past three years I had done FFLA, I had been assigned to Mrs. Cheslor, so it's expected that I would get her this year too.
But wouldn't it be totally cliche if he-?, the voice in the back of my mind began but I hastily intervened.
Yes it would, but that's not going to happen, I thought back fiercely. Yet even as I did I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. My life was already going downhill, so why not give me an extra shove? Plus there's the fact that it would most likely become true now. If the thought hadn't crossed my mind, then I would have been okay, but seeing as I thought about it.....
I'm doomed.
"Oh Mizuki!" a strong Jersey accent floated to my ears and I turned to see the librarian, Ms. Karmen, bustling towards me with a giant stack of papers. "Could you be a dear and get the door for me?"
"Sure," I said and opened the door to the library.
She waddled past me and I followed her even more slowly as to take in the wonderful sight before me. The library has always been my favorite place to go, but I think the library here at school is the best one I've ever been to. It's got huge oak shelves with rows upon rows of every type of book you can imagine from non fiction to fiction to magazines. I never did find out why Freesburg High had a library that looked like it belonged to the closest university, but I wasn't complaining. Far from it.
As always, the alarms inside the doorway rang as I walked inside. Ever since I started using the due date cards in the library books as a bookmark, this would happen. I looked over at Ms. Karmen and held up the book I had in my hand, even though the action wasn't exactly necessary because the culprit was always yours truly.
"Alright everyone," she said to a small cluster of kids standing near a table. "Your teacher head will be hear momentarily to get you started."
"Wait," I frowned and shoved the book into my messenger bag. "If you're not in charge then-"
Oh crap.
"I apologize for my tardiness; I had a bit of trouble finding this place."
I stepped to the side as Mr. Sammael walked in, confirming my horrifying suspicions. I groaned at the excited chatter from the small group of female students. They would all be begging me to assign them to him now. But of course, his partner will most likely be the student head (which was me) because this particular teacher gets a kick out of annoying her. Why didn't I turn the position down like I had originally planned?
I stomped over to the FFLA's special meeting table and sat in one of the two chairs at the head. Everyone else began to quiet and follow suit, knowing when I was serious that it was no time for playing around. Mr. Sammael sat down next to me and flashed me his trademark smirk which I returned with a scowl. A few girls snickered at my impassiveness and turned their full attention to Mr. Sammael who began informing everyone, returning and new, what the goals of the club were and what was expected from each of us.
My mind began to wander off as the smooth and deep tone of his voice filled my ears. It wasn't that I thought he was ugly, because I would have to be blind to think that. His personality, to me, was what mattered the most. You could be the hottest guy on the planet, like the one sitting next to me, yet have the nastiest attitude and I still wouldn't like that person.
But even so, I mused as I looked at him out of my peripheral sight, there was something about him that was strange and familiar at the same time; I just can't put my finger on it.
"Mizuki?" I visibly started as I heard my name being called through my sea of thoughts.
"I'm here!" I shouted jumping up, then froze when I saw everyone giving me strange glances. I slowly lowered back down into my chair as I held back a blush.
"Good to know," Mr. Sammael nodded his head mockingly. "Now that you're back from lala land, could you please read the list the teacher-student pairings?"
I pursed my lips and snatched one of the many papers he had strewn out in front of us. Fortunately, I grabbed the right one and began listing the names off.
"Ares and Topper, Barista and Philips, Baker and Schnider, Cynders and Cheslor," my voice tightened at this one but I continued, "Dean and Thomas, Ferguson and Coara..."
As I rattled off names, I first noticed that with each girl's name I called, they all sighed in disappointment. Nine times out of ten it was because they weren't paired with the guy next to me, but hey, I may be wrong. The second thing I noticed was that my name wasn't on the list. This does not bode well.
When I got to the end, I set the paper down and gave everyone an intimidating stare. The seniors who had been with me from freshman year weren't cowed and neither were the juniors, but the sophomores squirmed and the freshmen seemed ready to scram. I repressed the urge to laugh in their faces and cleared my throat.
"Now," I began all official like, "You have your assignments, so no changing. These pairings are final and if I hear that someone has decided to switch behind my back, well," I gave them a wolfish grin, "let's just say it won't be pretty."
A few hurried nods were given.
"Good," I said, satisfied that I had established order so easily.
"Now Ms. Elysian," Mr. Sammael interrupted my terrorizing-freshmen fest, "Let's not do anything too rash."
I raised an eyebrow.
"On second thought, rash suits you," he playfully tapped his chin.
My lips tightened and I turned my head away sharply. It wouldn't do any good to get more detentions with him.
"Umm, excuse me?" a shy girl I'd always liked, who's name was Kim raised her hand tentatively.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Well, uh," she mumbled under her breath, "it's just that, um, who are you paired with?"
"Actually-"
"She's with me," Mr.Sammael smoothly spoke over me and threw his arm casually over the back of my chair. "I figured since I'm new, she could show me the ropes."
I saw Kim eye his arm with longing and any respect I'd previously had for her started to disintegrate.
"But, well, um," she stumbled over her words. "One of us could...," she trailed off, but we all got the gist of what she was saying.
"Maybe next semester," he flashed her a grin and I swear all of the girls in the room (with the exception of moi, of course) visibly swooned.
"If that's all," I broke in, not wanting any fainting hormonal teen girls part of my responsibilities for the day, "then you're dismissed. Head straight to your selected teacher's classroom; they're expecting you."
Everyone got up and as some of the younger girls tried to make their way in Mr. Sammael's direction, I gave them my best glare. They froze and I made a shooing motion with my hand. Lucky for them, I didn't feel like bringing out the big guns, but they got the hint just the same.
"And then there were two," I muttered when everyone had left.
"So there were," he replied and I felt his arm, which was still resting on the back of my chair, brush against me.
I quickly stood as if I had been shocked. It might as well have been for the hot ripple of electricity that shot through my body. The feeling was similar to one I had felt before and it never meant anything good. I moved to a chair a few paces away and sat down; I got a good look at Mr. Sammael's face and he stared back, curious to my sudden movements. Usually I only felt that type of a shock when the person who'd touched me had been Written. But this was different somehow...
"Have I met you before?" I asked suddenly.
"This morning," he said lazily.
I eyed him suspiciously. We both knew what I meant, and even though his answer was nonchalant, I could see his shoulder's tense slightly.
"Right," I gave him another suspicious glance.
It was obvious that was a lie. We had met somewhere previously, but where? And why does he feel compelled to hide it? And why the heck don't I remember!
I think the real question is why do you care?, the voice questioned as Mr. Sammael cleared his throat and began telling me what I would be doing this semester as his assistant.
I don't, I sniffed mentally. But if that shock was right, and they usually are, then that means he's connected to-
"Mizuki!"
I jumped up and accidentally hit my knee on the table. With a small groan, I rubbed my injured leg and glared at the table as if it were it's fault I wasn't paying attention and got hurt.
"What?" I asked irritably.
"I said that's all for today," Mr. Sammael repeated and started for the door. "I expect you in my classroom tomorrow directly after lunch so don't be late."
"What will we be doing?" I frowned slightly and rose out of my seat, careful not to hit my knee again.
"Since you weren't listening the first time, you'll just have to wait and see."
"Thanks," I replied sarcastically.
"You're welcome," he said cheerfully. "See you in detention."
I scowled at his retreating figure as he yet again reminded me of my horrible fate. But my scowl faded as the voice popped up again.
Be careful. He's connected to the Death Note.
If he is, I gave Mr. Sammael one last glance as he walked out, then I'm screwed.