AN: Yep, it's a harem type. But I want to try and give characterization to your...
Eyes That Watch Carefully~ (Harem)
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1.1 The Beginning
DaBlueSky
Writer's Block Incarnate
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AN: Yep, it's a harem type. But I want to try and give characterization to your waifus/husbandos. Also...stalkers. This'll be a light quest i'll update fairly frequently, if people are interested.
With a quick wrench, you opened the door and threw yourself into your tiny apartment, slamming the door shut behind you. Your heart thumped in your chest, and your breaths came in short bursts. You'd raced up the stairs to your shabby place as quickly as possible, chills crawling down your spine as you glanced over your shoulder. It felt as if someone were directly behind you. It was a feeling you had for weeks. Even within the safety of your apartment, you still couldn't shake the feeling of being exposed.
Dropping your bag onto your kitchen counter, you tried to compose yourself. It was nothing, just shadows in my peripherals. The face you saw was familiar, it was highly likely they lived in this neighborhood and you just never noticed! Yeah, that's it. You took a few calming breaths. You were just overreacting, surely? After all, who'd want to stalk you, of all people. At school, you may as well be a wallflower! Still, the thought of going back to school filled you with a bit of dread.
Where do you attend school?
[] Attison High school-- A public school downtown. The school bus route doesn't come to your part of town, so you take the public transport to get as close as possible, then walk the rest of the way. This is your last year before graduating. Nothing crazy will happen, right?
[] St. Augustus University--Your first year. It's been about 5 months since you decided you wanted to enter the business department. You make do with a part time job and the dorm cafeteria. Only thing lacking is a social life, I suppose~.
Wiping your brow, you strode towards the bathroom. A quick shower should clear your thoughts. With a towel over your shoulder, you glanced in the mirror--
Gender?
[] Male
[] Female
Name?
[] Write in
The showerhead squeaked as you shut off the water. Drying your hair, you changed into your night clothes and collapsed on your bed. It was going to be a very...interesting day tomorrow.
With a quick wrench, you opened the door and threw yourself into your tiny apartment, slamming the door shut behind you. Your heart thumped in your chest, and your breaths came in short bursts. You'd raced up the stairs to your shabby place as quickly as possible, chills crawling down your spine as you glanced over your shoulder. It felt as if someone were directly behind you. It was a feeling you had for weeks. Even within the safety of your apartment, you still couldn't shake the feeling of being exposed.
Dropping your bag onto your kitchen counter, you tried to compose yourself. It was nothing, just shadows in my peripherals. The face you saw was familiar, it was highly likely they lived in this neighborhood and you just never noticed! Yeah, that's it. You took a few calming breaths. You were just overreacting, surely? After all, who'd want to stalk you, of all people. At school, you may as well be a wallflower! Still, the thought of going back to school filled you with a bit of dread.
Where do you attend school?
[] Attison High school-- A public school downtown. The school bus route doesn't come to your part of town, so you take the public transport to get as close as possible, then walk the rest of the way. This is your last year before graduating. Nothing crazy will happen, right?
[] St. Augustus University--Your first year. It's been about 5 months since you decided you wanted to enter the business department. You make do with a part time job and the dorm cafeteria. Only thing lacking is a social life, I suppose~.
Wiping your brow, you strode towards the bathroom. A quick shower should clear your thoughts. With a towel over your shoulder, you glanced in the mirror--
Gender?
[] Male
[] Female
Name?
[] Write in
The showerhead squeaked as you shut off the water. Drying your hair, you changed into your night clothes and collapsed on your bed. It was going to be a very...interesting day tomorrow.
1.2 Not As Light As I Thought
DaBlueSky
Writer's Block Incarnate
- Location
- South Dakota
[X] Attison High school-- A public school downtown. The school bus route doesn't come to your part of town, so you take the public transport to get as close as possible, then walk the rest of the way. This is your last year before graduating. Nothing crazy will happen, right?
[X] Female
[X] Beatrice Heart
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Your alarm clock was insistent, it's irritating chimes following you even when you tried to roll your blanket into a ball with you inside. Beep. Beep. Beep. With a groan, you finally sat up in your bed, smacking the snooze button with some vitriol. You blearily blinked away the sleepiness and slid out of bed, glancing at your mirror again. The bags under your eyes were evidence of restless slumber. Brushing your dirty blonde hair out of your face, you made your way to the bathroom to begin the day. School days usually didn't start out this annoying.
The morning's ritual, per usual, was quick; brush teeth, comb hair, clean clothes, face moisturizer, aaannnddd too late for makeup. Again. With a sigh and a shake of your head, you grabbed your backpack and shut the apartment door behind you. In complete contrast's to last night's flight up the stairs, you were taking your sweet time. Buses in this city were usually on time, so there was no need to rush. With a final yawn, you pushed the glass door open and felt the cold breeze rustle your hair.
It was september, a little over month since the school year started, and getting extremely close to fall. The trees with hints of yellow in their leaves and early morning light frost was a testament to that. With some trepidation, you began walking your usual route to the bus stop. This was where the paranoia had overcome you last night. The dark figure peeking out behind buildings and shadows every time you looked over your shoulder. A chill ran down your spine that had nothing to do with the morning cold.
Everything's fine. You told that to yourself as you continued. In a few minutes, you stood at your bus stop. Suddenly, there was a light buzz from your pocket. Whipping out your phone, you noted it was from Benjamin, a friend you made at school.
SoRry, i was asleep last night. u ok? that text u sent seemed prett y freaky.
...For a moment, you considered actually telling him it wasn't the first that this had happened, just the only time you noticed it'd been so overt. Then you decided against it.
yeah, I'm good. See ya at school.
This was something you could resolve on your own. Even if that wasn't the case, the police were always an option. But you'd rather avoid that. Your mother already felt guilty for leaving you alone for the foreseeable future. No use in burdening her. Looking up, you saw the bus approaching from down the street. Finally. As you stepped on, yawning, you swiped your bus card with a beep. The rest of the trip was uneventful.
With the bus door's closing behind you, you quickly checked your phone's clock. 7:54. Class started at 8:30. Nodding to yourself in satisfaction, you halfway considered walking into a coffee place and getting a doughnut or something. There was a bit of time to mess around, seeing as how the school was just a block and half away.
Suddenly, a voice, "Hey, girl! Got some change to spare for an old lady?"
An old woman sat on a bench a few feet from you. A shawl was draped over her head, and despite her light shirt, didn't seem to be all that cold. You hesitated. Something something don't talk to strangers? But instead of ignoring her, you pulled out your wallet. The expenses your mother sent you was more than enough for a month of food. It was actually a rather exorbitant sum. But the question was whether or not you actually had physical money on you. Lo and behold! A twenty dollar bill peeked out at you.
"Yeah, last bill. Here ya go," You handed it to her.
But just as you were about to turn away, she spoke up again, "Pretty generous of you. I'm usually lucky if I get a single dollar bill. Thank you. But I can't just take it like this. How about I read your fortune?"
The image of an old clock where a duck figure jumped out at every hour ran through your mind. Coo coo.
"I don't have the time. School is just about to start and--"
"Bah, you kids worry too much. It won't take too long. Just give me your palm and a few seconds."
Fine, let's just get this over with. You extended your hand, and your brow furrowed as you felt her hand in yours. Hers were freezing, with no bit of warmth anywhere. How long had she been out here? You bit your tongue though, as you waited. Maybe that was a rude thing to ask or something. She didn't look particularly homeless.
The old lady grumbled, "How straightforward, yet interesting. You can kiss your quiet life goodbye, girl, looks like you're gonna have a mess of trouble with men. And women too!"
The woman laughed as she let your hand go, "Good luck to you. At least it isn't anything dangerous, relatively."
You nodded your thanks, pushing your hand into your sweater pocket. You swear it had gotten even colder since the old woman held it. The large brick building of the school was in sight, just across from the street. With a bit of curiosity, you looked back at where the old women...and she was gone. Probably going to buy a coffee or something. Shaking your head, you rushed across the street, minding the cars.
Already, there was a mess of other teenagers flooding the entrance. Some hung outside, talking with their friends. Others rushed inside, intent on getting out of the cold. Those ones are the smart ones. With your head down, you joined the crowd struggling to get in. You sidestepped a few overstuffed backpacks, and grasped the metal handle of the clear door.
Finally inside. As with most mornings, you immediately zoomed off to the library. Ben usually messed around there before class started, which was in...ten minutes.
"Good morning, Beatrice!" A cheerful voice and extroverted voice, yet strangely formal greeted you. The speaker departed from a crowd of students that was gathered around her and stood in front of you.
"Ah...yeah, morning, Autumn." Your eyes darted to the ground. Autumn was....popular, to say the least. Unnervingly nice, she charmed anyone she met. Not only that, the boys absolutely fawned over her. But there was always something about her that weirded you out. Despite the constant smile on her face, it never seemed to reach those beautiful emerald eyes.
"Did you have anywhere you needed to be? I just wanted to ask you about last night's homework."
Last night's homework? SHIT. Completely forgot about that.
"Autumn, you don't have to ask her, y'know. We all did it."
"I'm aware, ladies. But in truth, I just need an excuse to talk to Beatrice. She seems reclusive." There were no thorns or malice in Autumn's voice, but the girls behind her giggled. You turned away from them, and looked at Autumn in trepidation. Those green eyes searched your face intently. Immediately, you glanced away again. Autumn was emitting an overbearing aura.
What do?
[] "Sorry, I have a friend waiting in the library. Some other time?"
[] "Yeah, I guess. I didn't actually do my homework though."
[X] Female
[X] Beatrice Heart
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Your alarm clock was insistent, it's irritating chimes following you even when you tried to roll your blanket into a ball with you inside. Beep. Beep. Beep. With a groan, you finally sat up in your bed, smacking the snooze button with some vitriol. You blearily blinked away the sleepiness and slid out of bed, glancing at your mirror again. The bags under your eyes were evidence of restless slumber. Brushing your dirty blonde hair out of your face, you made your way to the bathroom to begin the day. School days usually didn't start out this annoying.
The morning's ritual, per usual, was quick; brush teeth, comb hair, clean clothes, face moisturizer, aaannnddd too late for makeup. Again. With a sigh and a shake of your head, you grabbed your backpack and shut the apartment door behind you. In complete contrast's to last night's flight up the stairs, you were taking your sweet time. Buses in this city were usually on time, so there was no need to rush. With a final yawn, you pushed the glass door open and felt the cold breeze rustle your hair.
It was september, a little over month since the school year started, and getting extremely close to fall. The trees with hints of yellow in their leaves and early morning light frost was a testament to that. With some trepidation, you began walking your usual route to the bus stop. This was where the paranoia had overcome you last night. The dark figure peeking out behind buildings and shadows every time you looked over your shoulder. A chill ran down your spine that had nothing to do with the morning cold.
Everything's fine. You told that to yourself as you continued. In a few minutes, you stood at your bus stop. Suddenly, there was a light buzz from your pocket. Whipping out your phone, you noted it was from Benjamin, a friend you made at school.
SoRry, i was asleep last night. u ok? that text u sent seemed prett y freaky.
...For a moment, you considered actually telling him it wasn't the first that this had happened, just the only time you noticed it'd been so overt. Then you decided against it.
yeah, I'm good. See ya at school.
This was something you could resolve on your own. Even if that wasn't the case, the police were always an option. But you'd rather avoid that. Your mother already felt guilty for leaving you alone for the foreseeable future. No use in burdening her. Looking up, you saw the bus approaching from down the street. Finally. As you stepped on, yawning, you swiped your bus card with a beep. The rest of the trip was uneventful.
With the bus door's closing behind you, you quickly checked your phone's clock. 7:54. Class started at 8:30. Nodding to yourself in satisfaction, you halfway considered walking into a coffee place and getting a doughnut or something. There was a bit of time to mess around, seeing as how the school was just a block and half away.
Suddenly, a voice, "Hey, girl! Got some change to spare for an old lady?"
An old woman sat on a bench a few feet from you. A shawl was draped over her head, and despite her light shirt, didn't seem to be all that cold. You hesitated. Something something don't talk to strangers? But instead of ignoring her, you pulled out your wallet. The expenses your mother sent you was more than enough for a month of food. It was actually a rather exorbitant sum. But the question was whether or not you actually had physical money on you. Lo and behold! A twenty dollar bill peeked out at you.
"Yeah, last bill. Here ya go," You handed it to her.
But just as you were about to turn away, she spoke up again, "Pretty generous of you. I'm usually lucky if I get a single dollar bill. Thank you. But I can't just take it like this. How about I read your fortune?"
The image of an old clock where a duck figure jumped out at every hour ran through your mind. Coo coo.
"I don't have the time. School is just about to start and--"
"Bah, you kids worry too much. It won't take too long. Just give me your palm and a few seconds."
Fine, let's just get this over with. You extended your hand, and your brow furrowed as you felt her hand in yours. Hers were freezing, with no bit of warmth anywhere. How long had she been out here? You bit your tongue though, as you waited. Maybe that was a rude thing to ask or something. She didn't look particularly homeless.
The old lady grumbled, "How straightforward, yet interesting. You can kiss your quiet life goodbye, girl, looks like you're gonna have a mess of trouble with men. And women too!"
The woman laughed as she let your hand go, "Good luck to you. At least it isn't anything dangerous, relatively."
You nodded your thanks, pushing your hand into your sweater pocket. You swear it had gotten even colder since the old woman held it. The large brick building of the school was in sight, just across from the street. With a bit of curiosity, you looked back at where the old women...and she was gone. Probably going to buy a coffee or something. Shaking your head, you rushed across the street, minding the cars.
Already, there was a mess of other teenagers flooding the entrance. Some hung outside, talking with their friends. Others rushed inside, intent on getting out of the cold. Those ones are the smart ones. With your head down, you joined the crowd struggling to get in. You sidestepped a few overstuffed backpacks, and grasped the metal handle of the clear door.
Finally inside. As with most mornings, you immediately zoomed off to the library. Ben usually messed around there before class started, which was in...ten minutes.
"Good morning, Beatrice!" A cheerful voice and extroverted voice, yet strangely formal greeted you. The speaker departed from a crowd of students that was gathered around her and stood in front of you.
"Ah...yeah, morning, Autumn." Your eyes darted to the ground. Autumn was....popular, to say the least. Unnervingly nice, she charmed anyone she met. Not only that, the boys absolutely fawned over her. But there was always something about her that weirded you out. Despite the constant smile on her face, it never seemed to reach those beautiful emerald eyes.
"Did you have anywhere you needed to be? I just wanted to ask you about last night's homework."
Last night's homework? SHIT. Completely forgot about that.
"Autumn, you don't have to ask her, y'know. We all did it."
"I'm aware, ladies. But in truth, I just need an excuse to talk to Beatrice. She seems reclusive." There were no thorns or malice in Autumn's voice, but the girls behind her giggled. You turned away from them, and looked at Autumn in trepidation. Those green eyes searched your face intently. Immediately, you glanced away again. Autumn was emitting an overbearing aura.
What do?
[] "Sorry, I have a friend waiting in the library. Some other time?"
[] "Yeah, I guess. I didn't actually do my homework though."
1.3 And It Keeps On Coming and Coming and...
DaBlueSky
Writer's Block Incarnate
- Location
- South Dakota
Those green eyes were completely unperturbed, "Well, then, that's even more reason to visit, isn't it?"
Autumn flicked a finger towards her backpack, leaning against the wall near her hanger-ons, and one of them dutifully brought it to her. It was hard to miss the venomous stares that they threw your way. Turning back to Autumn, you did your best to ignore them. There was a quick rumpling of papers, and Autumn produce a single sheaf of paper and a notebook. There was a moment of silence as she scrawled into the notebook, eyes flitting back and forth as her pen worked furiously.
With a flourish, she handed the paper to you with a smile. On it, with impeccable handwriting, was the answers to all the questions to the homework. You felt your mouth work, struggling to say, well, anything. This was unusual treatment from someone that you didn't even know. Suspicion flooded your thoughts. A prank? Are the answers all wrong? Is she trying to sabotage my grades or something? Yet when you looked up at her, those thoughts melted away as if they had never existed. Autumn's smile was reaching further than you had ever seen it.
You glanced away from its radiance, and murmured, "Thanks for the help."
"Of course! We're classmates, after all. You shouldn't have any qualms about approaching me for help."
Hidden from the Autumn's gaze, her cronies behind her whispered to each other. There was some confusion among them. You took that to mean that even they didn't know why you were being helped. Refocusing your attention to Autumn, you knew it wasn't wise to look a gift-horse in the mouth, but...
"Why though?" You couldn't help but let the query slip out. Merely moments later, you regretted asking. Maybe Autumn was the type of person who didn't like fully expressing herself in front of her "friends" or something.
For a moment, Autumn looked well and truly baffled, her brow furrowing as she answered, "Why? Do I need a reason or anything?"
No hostility.
That made you stutter, "U-uh, no, not really. It's just that I--Well, thanks. I gotta go!"
Face red with embarrassment, you folded the paper with the answers into your pocket and took off down a packed hallway, thankful for once for the onslaught of other students. Even over all the chatter, you could swear you still heard the malicious giggles from the gaggle around Autumn. Your ears burned. Head ducked down, you were about to turn the corner when you glanced back at Autumn and her group.
She was staring at you, those emeralds boring into you. Then someone passed in front of your vision, and she was chatting with her friends. Weird. Rubbing your eyes, you glanced at your phone. A few minutes left!
Pushing the library door open, you spotted Ben. His glasses and immaculately groomed hair stood out among the other manga readers. When he saw you, he grinned and dropped his manga, leaping up with his bag to greet you. You noted drily that he was still reading shojo manga.
"Yo, what's up, Beatrice?" His easygoing nature made him absurdly friendly.
"Before you regale me with one of your stories, I need to know; are these answers correct?" Autumn asked as she whipped out Autumn's cheat sheet.
Ben surveyed it with seriousness, taking out his own pen as he went through each answer. Silence as he went through them. Then he handed it back to you, a wide grin on his face.
"I dunno! I actually was about to ask you if you did the homework. Evidently not, but thanks for the answers."
You hung your head and groaned. Nothing to it then. The both of you sat down at a table and began to quickly scribble the answers onto your homework sheets. At almost the same exact time, you both slammed your pens down. Ben narrowed his eyes.
"You've gotten quicker. It seems as if my skill, "The art of writing shit down real fast before the bells rings", is rubbing off on you."
"Shut it," you snapped, "Eventually you're gonna have to do the homework. Otherwise, if I end up not doing it, both of us are gonna get fucked."
He yawned as he replied, "Yeah, yeah. We're so totally gonna fail over a few days of missing homework. Relax, we'll be good. We'll be better if you didn't miss your homework. That kind of crap won't cut it in college, missy."
You rolled your eyes at his sardonic grin. College. Start of the year and all the teachers were already trying to cram it down their throats. Point taken though. Rolling up Autumn's cheat sheet, you tossed it at the garbage can.
"Missed. Who gave you that anyway? Handwriting was too damn legible for it to have been you."
Ignoring the barb, you shrugged your shoulders and said, "It came from Autumn. I guess she was feeling pretty charitable or something."
Ben rolled his head at you in interest, "Really? Did you ask for help? I thought you had too much pride~."
"Nope, she wanted to talk earlier. I just mentioned it all off-handed like, and she just gave me the answers."
"Isn't that convenient. Maybe she's coming on to you. That tactic is as old as the math teacher. First, she'll give you the answers, then, she'll invite you to her home where she'll push you down and--"
You rested your chin on your hand as you listened to him squeal. He took his fantasies too far. Or maybe it's all that damn shojo he's been reading. You specifically told him to avoid the ones where near rape was attempted on, and apparently forgiven by, the main girl.
"Oh, really? Is that the famous Benjamin gay-dar going off?"
"Hey, cut that out. It's 2016, you can't say that. If any of my boyfriends heard you saying that, you'll be neck deep in SJW's. You have social media? Good, keep it that way." Ben was grinning widely, his tone dripping in sarcasm.
"I'll keep that in mind. Off topic, are there any elective classes at this school? I didn't get a form for that at all."
"Oh, that. I think they're handing them out today, during first period. I'll be signing up for Home Ec, if you wanna take a class with me~. I plan on impressing both the boys and girls. I'm a free agent these days."
"...Right. Anyway, I'll think about it a bit more. If there's anything better, I don't want feel regret when I'm capable of making sugar cookies at the end of the year."
"Ah, but it'll be A+ cookies."
Riiing.
The bell droned on and on. The two of you glanced at each other and jumped out of the seats, making a mad dash to your homeroom. As with yesterday, everyone more or less sat in the same seats. Ben on your left, and some dude in a polo shirt on your right. He didn't seem that interested in talking to you. An older man, with graying hair, stepped into the room.
"Alright, ladies and gents. As you all know, electives are up today."
"Oi, teach, why weren't we given the sheets during the orientation day?"
The teacher shrugged, "Who knows? I think it was so you guys could get acclimated to the school or something. I don't know, those meetings drone on too long. Anyway, here you guys go. Pass em on to the back."
Ignoring Ben and his waggling eyebrows, you glanced down at the electives.
Choose 2
[] Spanish
[] Home Ec
[] Journalism
[] Drama/Theater
[] Debate
[]Horticulture
Wait, what? The school has a garden? But isn't it nearing fall? You crossed that one off mentally.
Autumn flicked a finger towards her backpack, leaning against the wall near her hanger-ons, and one of them dutifully brought it to her. It was hard to miss the venomous stares that they threw your way. Turning back to Autumn, you did your best to ignore them. There was a quick rumpling of papers, and Autumn produce a single sheaf of paper and a notebook. There was a moment of silence as she scrawled into the notebook, eyes flitting back and forth as her pen worked furiously.
With a flourish, she handed the paper to you with a smile. On it, with impeccable handwriting, was the answers to all the questions to the homework. You felt your mouth work, struggling to say, well, anything. This was unusual treatment from someone that you didn't even know. Suspicion flooded your thoughts. A prank? Are the answers all wrong? Is she trying to sabotage my grades or something? Yet when you looked up at her, those thoughts melted away as if they had never existed. Autumn's smile was reaching further than you had ever seen it.
You glanced away from its radiance, and murmured, "Thanks for the help."
"Of course! We're classmates, after all. You shouldn't have any qualms about approaching me for help."
Hidden from the Autumn's gaze, her cronies behind her whispered to each other. There was some confusion among them. You took that to mean that even they didn't know why you were being helped. Refocusing your attention to Autumn, you knew it wasn't wise to look a gift-horse in the mouth, but...
"Why though?" You couldn't help but let the query slip out. Merely moments later, you regretted asking. Maybe Autumn was the type of person who didn't like fully expressing herself in front of her "friends" or something.
For a moment, Autumn looked well and truly baffled, her brow furrowing as she answered, "Why? Do I need a reason or anything?"
No hostility.
That made you stutter, "U-uh, no, not really. It's just that I--Well, thanks. I gotta go!"
Face red with embarrassment, you folded the paper with the answers into your pocket and took off down a packed hallway, thankful for once for the onslaught of other students. Even over all the chatter, you could swear you still heard the malicious giggles from the gaggle around Autumn. Your ears burned. Head ducked down, you were about to turn the corner when you glanced back at Autumn and her group.
She was staring at you, those emeralds boring into you. Then someone passed in front of your vision, and she was chatting with her friends. Weird. Rubbing your eyes, you glanced at your phone. A few minutes left!
Pushing the library door open, you spotted Ben. His glasses and immaculately groomed hair stood out among the other manga readers. When he saw you, he grinned and dropped his manga, leaping up with his bag to greet you. You noted drily that he was still reading shojo manga.
"Yo, what's up, Beatrice?" His easygoing nature made him absurdly friendly.
"Before you regale me with one of your stories, I need to know; are these answers correct?" Autumn asked as she whipped out Autumn's cheat sheet.
Ben surveyed it with seriousness, taking out his own pen as he went through each answer. Silence as he went through them. Then he handed it back to you, a wide grin on his face.
"I dunno! I actually was about to ask you if you did the homework. Evidently not, but thanks for the answers."
You hung your head and groaned. Nothing to it then. The both of you sat down at a table and began to quickly scribble the answers onto your homework sheets. At almost the same exact time, you both slammed your pens down. Ben narrowed his eyes.
"You've gotten quicker. It seems as if my skill, "The art of writing shit down real fast before the bells rings", is rubbing off on you."
"Shut it," you snapped, "Eventually you're gonna have to do the homework. Otherwise, if I end up not doing it, both of us are gonna get fucked."
He yawned as he replied, "Yeah, yeah. We're so totally gonna fail over a few days of missing homework. Relax, we'll be good. We'll be better if you didn't miss your homework. That kind of crap won't cut it in college, missy."
You rolled your eyes at his sardonic grin. College. Start of the year and all the teachers were already trying to cram it down their throats. Point taken though. Rolling up Autumn's cheat sheet, you tossed it at the garbage can.
"Missed. Who gave you that anyway? Handwriting was too damn legible for it to have been you."
Ignoring the barb, you shrugged your shoulders and said, "It came from Autumn. I guess she was feeling pretty charitable or something."
Ben rolled his head at you in interest, "Really? Did you ask for help? I thought you had too much pride~."
"Nope, she wanted to talk earlier. I just mentioned it all off-handed like, and she just gave me the answers."
"Isn't that convenient. Maybe she's coming on to you. That tactic is as old as the math teacher. First, she'll give you the answers, then, she'll invite you to her home where she'll push you down and--"
You rested your chin on your hand as you listened to him squeal. He took his fantasies too far. Or maybe it's all that damn shojo he's been reading. You specifically told him to avoid the ones where near rape was attempted on, and apparently forgiven by, the main girl.
"Oh, really? Is that the famous Benjamin gay-dar going off?"
"Hey, cut that out. It's 2016, you can't say that. If any of my boyfriends heard you saying that, you'll be neck deep in SJW's. You have social media? Good, keep it that way." Ben was grinning widely, his tone dripping in sarcasm.
"I'll keep that in mind. Off topic, are there any elective classes at this school? I didn't get a form for that at all."
"Oh, that. I think they're handing them out today, during first period. I'll be signing up for Home Ec, if you wanna take a class with me~. I plan on impressing both the boys and girls. I'm a free agent these days."
"...Right. Anyway, I'll think about it a bit more. If there's anything better, I don't want feel regret when I'm capable of making sugar cookies at the end of the year."
"Ah, but it'll be A+ cookies."
Riiing.
The bell droned on and on. The two of you glanced at each other and jumped out of the seats, making a mad dash to your homeroom. As with yesterday, everyone more or less sat in the same seats. Ben on your left, and some dude in a polo shirt on your right. He didn't seem that interested in talking to you. An older man, with graying hair, stepped into the room.
"Alright, ladies and gents. As you all know, electives are up today."
"Oi, teach, why weren't we given the sheets during the orientation day?"
The teacher shrugged, "Who knows? I think it was so you guys could get acclimated to the school or something. I don't know, those meetings drone on too long. Anyway, here you guys go. Pass em on to the back."
Ignoring Ben and his waggling eyebrows, you glanced down at the electives.
Choose 2
[] Spanish
[] Home Ec
[] Journalism
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Wait, what? The school has a garden? But isn't it nearing fall? You crossed that one off mentally.
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