Now, anyone else might be taken in by Relena's sunny little self coming in and solving our war. Yeah, well, that someone else is gullible. The kind of person that looks up when someone yells "Gullible is written on the ceiling!" Quatre, for instance. He falls for this every time. And surely enough, he smiled and thanked her when she left. But I didn't. And Heero didn't either, even though it's his art project. So even though he's an evil bastard, I kind of like him. He saw right through the Peacecraft mask of demon possession.
Of course, by the time Relena finished mixing the plaster art was over. So I didn't really have time to seek why Heero knew instantly that Relena is Satan incarnate, or to kill Quatre for trying to push me into helping Heero in the first place. All things will come with time. Instead, it was time to go to my next period. Math. I hate math! With a passion. But I have one of my most favorite people in the whole world in that class. Right next to Quatre, he's my best friend. Of course, he doesn't know this or he'd kill me.
"Hey Wu-Bear!" I yell upon entering the classroom. He hates this nickname. I know he hates it. He knows I know he hates it. But that's how it goes.
"Hello Maxwell," he replies, in the same formally constrained matter presidents talk about sex with interns. Like they're above the whole affair, in this case the affair being me. Of course that doesn't put me off, and I know that secretly he's thrilled to have a crazy gay guy with long hair sling an arm around his shoulder and pull him into a hug. He just hides it very, very well.
"If you do not get off of me, Maxwell, I will put you in a full body cast." I back away quickly and give him my best moron grin.
"You know you love me, Wu-Bear!" There is no reply. He walks to his seat and puts his books down, pretending I don't exist. I stick my tongue out at him and make a gross, immature, spitting noise.
"Duo," says a new voice, "that's so nasty!" I turn to see my third most favoritist person.
"Hilde!" I yell, running over to pull her into a hug. "My God, I haven't seen you in forever!" She rolls her eyes.
"I gave you a ride to school," she reminds me.
"Yeah!" I retort. "But that was like, a whole class ago!" She just walks off and takes her seat behind Wufei. I pout, but both of them ignore me. I should say now that I refuse to be ignored. I push my nose up, making it look like a pig snout, and cross my eyes. Hilde stifles a giggle, but Wufei doesn't even look up. I walk right up to his desk and bend over until our faces are exactly even. He watches me with a straight face. How does he do that!? Hilde is now giggling rather uncontrollably, but Chinaboy doesn't even seem to notice.
"Mr. Maxwell!" says a crotchety, old voice that could very easily belong to a man. Mrs. Harris is looking at me through eyes rimmed with orange liner. It goes very nicely with her tangerine colored lipstick.
"I was greeting a friend!" I supply quickly, before she can ask. She inhales deeply, like she's going to begin a tirade, but instead lets all the air out. I have the funniest feeling she's counting to ten inside her head. "Just go to your seat," she says finally.
"Sure!" I reply brightly. "Bitchy old whore!" Mrs. Harris has hearing aids, but doesn't wear them. It's a well known fact that she really should, because she can't hear a damn thing without them.
"Go to the office," she orders sternly. "I won't have language like that in my room!" I turn and stare at her in disbelief. Goddamn poetic justice. I leave the room to the bell-like sounds of Hilde's laughter. She's awfully insensitive.
The door to the principal's office is closed, which means someone's in
with him now. Wow. I'm almost always the first person of the day to get in
trouble. I move to take a seat on the bench outside the door, and find that
someone has to scoot over to make room for me. I look over to thank them and
find myself staring into the weirdest eyebrows I have ever met.
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