Fan Fiction ❯ Hoshi Dormitory ❯ Classes Are In ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter 2
Classes Are In

“Oops..” Gabriel muttered as she sat cross-legged on the floor, going threw all of Sen’s drawers, dumping the content of one on the floor. So far she had been through all of his bags and about half of his drawers, but to no avail. Taking out another she poured it on the floor as well. “No, not here either.” she murmured to herself. It had to be somewhere because if not it was nowhere, then where would it be?

Sitting up rather groggily, Sen saw the mess Gabriel had made of his room. “What the hell, Gabriel?” He’d spent all of the day prior putting everything away only to wake up to find it in greater disarray than he could have accomplished in two months of residing in the room. His clothing, books, pencils, paper, and luggage were scattered around the room.

“Mornin’, Dear.” she greeted, though preoccupied with her search for something, though Sen had no idea as to what. Looking through the disorder of the room all she was finding was nothing that she was looking for.

Sounding slightly bewildered, he asked quite loudly, “What are you doing?!” He was going to be up all night that night cleaning up the massive mess, other wise known as his room. Yet another wonderful reason why he’d not survive the school year.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” she questioned, rolling her eyes. It was slightly obvious in her mind. She didn’t want any of his school boy crap, what else would she be looking for? Maybe she had overestimated his intelligence.

Sen blinked, he honestly didn’t have a clue and wondered whether he actually wanted to know. “I have no idea.” It was too early to bother trying to figure it out. He should have still been in bed, but as of that point it wasn’t likely he’d return to slumber.

“I found it!” she said holding up several papers enthusiastically, discarding the drawer she had found it in by throwing it clear across the room. Unfolding the papers she read off the schedule read, “Culinary Arts, what the hell are culinary arts? Is that like some kind of food? Are you a cook?” Great he really was a pixie. She bet he wore a pink frilly apron and everything.

She had found his class scheduling, which meant the psycho chick the next room over now knew all his classes, perfect, just perfect. “Why are you going through my papers...? And to answer the question yes.” He had been interested in both culinary arts and American history and many of his classes revolved around the two. He had even turned in an application at a local restaurant, the day before, in hope he could get a job so he had pocket money.

Gabriel didn’t know a thing about cooking, but all the classes related to history she could easily excel in, though chances are she’d already had the classes along with most of the classes the university offered, at least the ones that had been offered a while. It could be interesting to learn how to cook maybe, for a while anyway. “Since I don’t know any of my classes, I’ll go to yours then.” Not entirely true, but she could defiantly get away with it. The teachers most assuredly wouldn’t mind.

“How long have you been going here?! You have to know your classes!” It would have been next to impossible to not know, she had to be lying about it. The girl was just too odd.

Why not scare the kid more, he was already flabbergasted. “I think I may be at the wrong university, but I really don’t care. The look that appeared on Sen’s face for a split second was priceless, though unfortunately his mind switched to something else and it became less amusing looking.

Growing more aware throughout the conversation Sen had came to realize something. “Wait, you’re in my room, while I was sleeping no less.” That was an obvious statement, but he didn’t appear to be too intelligent. Continuing as he thought more, “I was yelling at you, but I’m still alive?” It was truly a shock in his mind, maybe she wasn’t as bad as he thought.

Amaya was to blame. She said she didn’t want anymore bodies, though that wasn’t the only reason. The boy did have potential to add something to the group, but she didn’t want him to know it. “They said I couldn’t kill you...” She paused to add emphasis, “Or believe me you’d already be dead.”

What a reason. Somehow he found it highly unlikely that she’d actually listen to them. The woman was scary, after all, and she probably could do just about whatever she wanted. “You’re actually listening to them?”

Gabriel didn’t feel the need to explain herself any farther. “Don’t question my motives.” Getting what she had come for by writing down all of his classes, there was no need to stay longer so she got up and left. Leaving for class early meant she could find a way to get all the seats filled, leaving the newbie with none at all. Torturing people was so entirely amusing.

“Alrighty then.” he blinked. What had happened, in his mind, was extremely odd. Slipping on his cloths, he figured he’d figure out where to take a shower later. It was time he got going to find his classes anyway. Going out of the dormitory and onto campus, he couldn’t find Gabriel. He’d only put on clothing she’d not be in class yet and probably still on her way, in plain view. “Where did she go?” he asked himself, under his breath.

“Where did who go?” came a male voice from beside him, where Sen was unaware anyone was standing.

Hearing the voice, Sen was startled. “Gah!”he exclaimed, jumping back to see Adrian standing behind him. He hadn’t been there a second before and wasn’t in the dorm that morning, because Sydney was on her own way to class without Adrian’s accompaniment. The guy also gave Sen an unsettling feeling, though not as strong as the one with Gabriel, it was there none the less.

The art of showing up places undetected was always a favorite pastime of Adrian’s. “Mother Mary, are you always this jumpy?” he smirked. He’d just got home after a long night of work and was on his way to bed, not having any classes until the afternoon. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his job, but the hours were hell on his sleeping patterns.

Finding his words, Sen stuttered, “N-no, I got to go to class....” Running off quickly to avoid anymore interaction, he was slightly freaked out. The people were weird and the less amount of interaction, the better. He probably would have better chances at living that way. Arriving in class, he saw all the seats filled, entirely. How that could have happed, he hadn’t a clue, that was, until she spotted Gabriel. “Gabriel, you did this didn’t you?!”Chances are about half the people there didn’t even have the class, by the looks of it. Some were even half asleep and in their pajamas still.

“What?” she asked innocently as one could with a demonic aura about them. “This is my class. I didn’t do anything.” Of course it was a lie, a blankly obvious one, but what was he going to do about it? Cry probably, he looked upset enough to cry.

Giving up, he took a seat on the floor. The professor that came in didn’t even take note of the fact and began teaching on the American Civil War as if nothing in the class was unusual. With people like Amaya, Adrian, Sydney, Cho, and Gabriel, they were probably used to it. The class was rather boring, though Gabriel seemed to be enjoying it greatly.

Half way threw the lecture, when the Second Battle of Manassis was brought up, Gabriel burst out gleefully, “Hey I remember that! People were tripping over each other and freaking out. It was a riot. Seriously!” Seeing everyone flash her quizzical glances, she just shrugged and propped up her feet on the occupied seat in front of her’s.

By the end of class Sen was slightly bewildered. Gabriel had had several outbursts, in which she had practically ended up teaching the class. Which was odd because she never said more than a few words each time. What was even more odd was that no one even cared as though it was expected that it was to happen. Somehow, Sen got the idea that they were most likely scared for their ever loving lives.