~Chapter 4~

I looked around the outside of the main office then immediately went back into the main office. Mrs. Freeman looked up at me curiously as I dumped myself into one of the chairs.

“I think I’ll stay in here until the bell rings. Then I’ll explore the school and head to class. Stupid people keep looking at me.” Mrs. Freeman giggled, nodded and then went back to work. Ten minutes later, the bell rung. I waited five more minutes for the thirty-second warning bell and then the late bell to ring and then stood up, said goodbye to Mrs. Freeman again, and headed out into the halls.

I stuffed my hands in my roomy pockets, padded down the hallways silently. Given the fact I’ve been in ballet until I was eight and then karate until I was fifteen, my movements were almost undetectable. I was actually a black belt in karate. And I’ve taken lessons on other martial arts as well.

I let out an almost silent sigh and wandered every single hallway and hideaway of the school. I needed to program a cognitive map and then figure out the places that could possibly be a good hiding spot. I even slipped into the gym and climbed up the stairwell all the way to the third story. There was a black, metal ladder going up to a trap door which led onto the roof. I tucked a reminder into the back of my head to remember to bring my lock-picking set.

Or a paper clip. Either will do. Given the fact I broke into my Science teacher’s filing cabinet with a spare paper clip in, like, five seconds.

What? I was bored.

After I finished my exploring, I headed to my classroom. I was fifteen minutes late, but who cares? It was only Psychology. Plus I already knew everything since I memorized the text book I was given. I had actually memorized all the text book I was given after I registered. I spent too much time reading, I know.

“You’re late! Oh, wait, you’re the new student, aren’t you? Why are you so late?” I looked at the teacher. Mr. Bacchus, as my schedule had said. I nodded, feeling the eyes of the class on me.

“I was exploring the school and find it unnecessary to be on time to a class I can pass already.” I stated, my voice flat. This tended to happen a lot. While my mind is full of emotions and curiosity, I’ve been told and also figured out that my external self remains blank and emotionless. Especially my voice, for some reason. He stared at me for a moment then scowled.

“Then why did you request to take it?”

“To pass the time. I already memorized the textbook yesterday.” I mumbled, walking to the back of the classroom and taking a seat next to a window. There was a tree nearby which I could probably jump to if I wished. Mr. Bacchus decided to ignore that, smart choice on his part, and continued with class while I still felt several curious looks. I looked up at the sky, annoying with the clearness of it. I needed clouds. They distracted me plus they’re relaxing.

I felt my phone vibrate and pulled it out of my pocket, glancing at the message.

Ryan: Maya! How are you, Rush-rush?

I felt my eye twitch, scowling at the message. Or more precisely, the nickname. Rush-rush was something he made up as a joke towards my Russian heritage. The idiot.

Me: In class. Bored. Psychology.

I peeked up under my lashes, seeing that Mr. Bacchus hadn’t seen me texting. I looked back out the window, sighing. I missed Ryan and Belle. I can picture them now. I closed my eyes, imagining Ryan’s goofy, spiky blond hair and hazel eyes and Belle’s fluff of brown mess and mischievous brown eyes.

We were often referred to as the Terrible Mutts of Terrier High. Why they named a High School after a dog, I don’t know. I always laughed my ass off at our mascot though. Especially when we went against the Bridgetown Bulldogs.

I felt my phone vibrate again and looked down.

Ryan: u read the text book again, didn’t u? -.-‘

Me: Shuddup >.>

I sighed, crossing my arms on my desk, laid my phone in the middle of them and rested my forehead on my arms. After a quick thought, I put my phone on silent and then closed my eyes.

A few minutes later, my phone lit up. I could only see it because my eyes were open to slits.

Ryan: Neva! Now, tell me, my love, do you miss me? :J

I felt my eye twitch. That little….

Me: No. And I ain’t your love.

I rolled my eyes, resting my head back on my arms. Sigh….I actually do miss them. I wanna go back home….

“Miss Molniya!”

“Chto*?!” I asked, snapping my head up and looking around. The class was staring at me. I growled, looking at Mr. Bacchus. “Chert by tebya pobral, starik. Kakogo cherta ty razbudi menya! Ty khuzhe, chem moya mama!*”

“What….the hell….?” One kid said and I blinked.

“Oh. Sorry. Speaking Russian. Anyway, what the hell do you want?” I asked, looking at Mr. Bacchus with a raised eyebrow. He started at me, gaining an eye twitch and I blinked. My phone vibrated and I looked at it, scowling. Ryan was trying to call me.

I grabbed my phone, answering it. “Dumbass, don’t call me during class. I’ll call you back later, idiot.” I said then hung up before he could respond.

Mr. Bacchus opened his mouth to say something but at that moment the bell rung. I smirked, waving a peace sign at him and darted out of class before he could stop me.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, calling Ryan back. He answered immediately. “You’re so rude, my love~!”

My eye twitched. “Yeblya tupitsa*.”

“Rudeness! Anyway, I miss you soooo much, bro! And Belle is bugging out. Like, even Mrs. Jason sent her out of the classroom to calm down and she could stand all three of us together!” I let out a low whistle. Damn. Belle must seriously be tripping, given the fact Mrs. Jason was the coolest, calmest and most tolerable teacher in Terrier High.

“Exactly! Ow! Hey, fuck Swan! Give me my damn phone!” I heard scrabbling over the phone and raised an eyebrow, resting my back against the doorframe of my second period class, Keyboarding 3.

“Maya! I miss you so much! Please come home before I go insane and kill someone! Or explode something again!” Belle’s voice suddenly said over the line, followed by Ryan yelling something about how he was talking to me, not her.

“Guys….you do know that I’m practically on the other side of the country, right?” I questioned. The noise stopped and then two groans of exasperation filled the air. Yeah, I was definitely the smart one of the group.

“But Maya!” Belle whined.

“Shut it Swan! Begging is my job! Maya~! My love, if you come home I’ll give you something real nice.” I could hear the purr in his voice and imagined his seductive expression.

I snorted, rolling my eyes. “Yebat’ vyklyuchen, ‘lyubov’*.”

“So you admit I am you’re lover, I knew it!” Ryan shouted in triumph.

I sighed, resisting the urge to facepalm.

“Ya pozvonyu tebe pozzhe idiotov. Poka.”

“Bye! Love you!” They both shouted and I hung up just as the thirty-second bell rang. I drifted into the class, keeping silent. The teacher there nodded at me. She was one of the few teachers I had met up with when I registered so  she had been told of my more….disrespectful and cold attitude. I headed into one of the rooms with a Piano, as I had been showed and told would be mine, and got to work playing some rock songs. I then started improvising and making up my own music out of pure boredom.

I was always bored. I was too smart to be entertained at school unless it was during the times I was creating and planning pranks. I’d be doing it now, had it not been for the fact Ryan and Belle wasn’t here. I needed the two idiots. We were the three musketeers, forever and always.

After forty-five minutes of constant playing I got up and headed out of the Keyboarding department. I was bored. As I drifted past the Chorus hall, a song caught my attention.

When you go into the woods,

Make sure you do not trip

For if you find the door,

God’s might you shall flip

Open the prison,

And you shall be cursed

Forever with a pain,

You cannot reverse

Never let it go,

Never shed a tear

For if you go inside,

You’ll find your heart in fear

What the hell? That’s some spooky crap to be singing.

I glanced inside to find some blond chick singing it, the entire class nodding along and mouthing the words as if it was a nursery rhyme. The fuck?

Eh, whatever.