InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bad Boys Don't Blush ❯ Math Class with Mr. Weirdo ( Chapter 2 )

I forgot to tell you guys, this is my first fanfiction, and I am not asking you guys to review because I know how much of a pain it can be. However a little feedback would be nice (hehe). Oh yeah, this originally was NOT a fanfiction, so it might be a teensy bit OC.

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Lunch went on without any more excitement. That is, unless you count the hundreds of girls flocking towards the arrogant jerk. He actually looked slightly intimidated. Or maybe that face just meant he was annoyed at having his lunch disturbed by starry eyed chicks who kept asking about if he worked out and if he was busy after school. Needless to say, he did look rather uncomfortable, I almost felt sorry for him, almost.

 

It seemed he was the object of everyone's' conversation, my friends' included.

“And then he picked up my pencil and put it on the desk. And I swear it was the most romantic moment---“

“You call that romance? Puh-lease. At least he actually said something to ME.”

 

At this statement Eri, somewhat peeved at having her romantic moment spoiled by Yuka asked, “ Yea, well what did he say to you?”

Yuka looked slightly unnerved for a moment before looking away haughtily and declaring, “he said `stay outta my business', but I'm sure he meant it to come out much nicer!”

Ayumi silently giggled at the two, while I was resisting letting out a heaving sigh. Didn't they know what they were saying, pencils and a rude remark, so very romantic.

 

Lunch ended, and the day passed on as usual. By the end of the day, I was actually beginning to think I would only have to be in one class with the obnoxious new guy. Unfortunately I still had one class to go.

 

Not only is math my worst subject, but this year I have it at the end of the day when everyone is tired and just ready to go home.

The classroom was already almost full by the time I entered. The teacher was, as usual, late. The seating chart, much to everyone's disappointment, was taped up on the board. As if my day could get any better, lo and behold I was sitting in front of the almighty King of rudeness himself.

I quietly went to my seat, not even daring to look back at him.

 

“ Hi there, aren't you in my second hour?”

 

My heart skipped a few beats as I looked to my right and saw the epiphany of perfection staring at me with a smile on his face. Him.

I could only nod dumbly for a second, completely forgetting about my ability to speak. I finally got control of myself enough to mutter a quiet “ yea, I sit near the front.”

 

“ Yeah, that must be why I never---“

 

His perfect response was cut short as a tall, lanky, not to mention balding, professor walked through the door. His pants were too short, his nose was sharp and long, and he looked like he could pick up cable with the thickness of his glasses.

I sent a glare his way, not even caring if it was a teacher or not. Luckily, he didn't see me.

 

“ I'm Mr. Sanako, you may call me professor or Mr. Sanako is fine.” He spoke in a slow, monotone voice that sounded like it took all his energy to get out a few syllables.

“ This year will be challenging, as well as fun.”

I seriously doubted the `fun' part.

“ But for now, lets see how much you remember. Solve and check the problem on the board please, when you're finished, give it to me.”

 

I looked at the board. He called that gibberish a problem? Time to face the music, I couldn't remember a thing of what I had learned last year. Everyone was scribbling with their pencils, many looking just as loss as I did. I quickly solved it, using the little I could remember, and attempted a check. People were already turning there's in, so I just turned in my weird looking answer along with an even weirder looking check.

Going back to my seat I noticed jerkface sitting back with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face. Humph, I bet he got it wrong.

 

Mr. Sanako took each of us into account, giving each of us stern looks, some sterner than others. Needless to say, I was one of the others.

 

He took out a bright red marker and started furiously scribbling away at each paper, leaving us to just sit there staring at the shiny bald spot on the top of his head.

As he started passing back the papers, you could automatically tell which students did poorly. One guy named Nobunaga not only was given a stern glare, but Mr. Sanako jiggled his paper under the poor guys nose so he could see all the red on it. I was no different.

 

“Seems like someone forgot the quadratic formula over the summer, and just about everything else she ever learned.”

 

I flushed profusely in embarrassment at hearing the teacher so bluntly refer to my bad grade. However, it quickly turned to anger at hearing the barely kept in sniggers directly behind me. As soon as the papers were passed out and the teacher calmly sat in his seat giving us the rest of the time to “chat amongst ourselves”. I whipped my head around to glare at Chuckles himself.

“ What are you giggling about? Like you did any better!”

One of the most important rules when accusing someone of something to prove your own point is making sure you're right. I could only stare at the scribble free paper in front of him, save for a proudly written great job on the top. I slowly raised my eyes to see that same smug impression on his face that I was so quickly starting to despise.

 

“ I'll tell ya what, you learn how to count, and then we'll start talking about how much better I did.”

 

I quickly turned back to facing the front muttering about know-it-all arrogant pricks with too much time on their hands while he kept sniggering behind me. It didn't help that I had the critical eye of Mr. Sanako on me, not to mention my failed paper.

 

The bell rang and I was more than happy to get out of class. But right before I could make it out the door….

 

“ Ms. Higurashi and Mr. Saito”

 

…disaster struck.

 

“ Ms. Higurashi, I was quite disturbed with your paper today. Guaranteed, it is the first day back, but that is still no excuse for this poor quality of work…”

 

I tuned out the rest of his little speech. After all, when teachers start going into a monotone voice rant, sometimes its better just to nod your head than actually attempting to listen.

 

“… If you don't get this now, you will be too far behind the others to catch up…”

 

At times I wonder if half the teachers in the world know how pointless it is to give long winded speeches like this that will only result in a giant headache for the student. I glanced over at the no longer sniggering jerk and saw he was thinking the same thing.

 

“ …so I'm assigning Mr. Saito to tutor you, as well as to record your progress.”

 

This got both our attentions.

“What?!”

“ Um, excuse me sir, but I must have misunderstood you, did you say I needed a tutor and that HE will be my tutor…”

“ There is no way in the flaming depths of HELL that I am going to teach this chick….”

“ …I mean you said yourself this was only the first day, it will just take a little time to refresh my memory and..."”

” I have better things to do than…”

“… There is no time after school, and I baby-sit most weekends so if you would please reconsider…”

 

During this whole tirade Mr. Sanako ears kept getting redder and redder and I was almost certain steam would start coming out of them any second.

 

“ENOUGH!”

That roar of anger brought both of us to a stop.

He calmly cleared his throat, “ This can be of a great advantage Ms. Higurashi for both of us. You will be able to `refresh your memory' as you call it, and I will be able to track the progress of one of my lower students.”

The jerk cut in abruptly here, “yeah, so how does this help me?”

 

Mr. Sanako turned his eyes towards him, now clear behind the thick rims of his glasses.

 

“ I understand you got into a bit of trouble this morning with Ms. Tomari. It could prove very difficult for you in this school to be making enemies your first day. You help me, and I'll help you.”

 

I was perfectly still, frozen to my spot wondering if the god of arrogance would actually submit to a teachers threat.

 

“ Fine, but only because I need the service hours,” he declared before grabbing his books and storming out of the classroom. One look at Mr. Sanako eagle like face and I was out the door right behind him.

I quickly got my backpack and caught up with my new tutor.

 

“ So, service hours huh, the almighty king bows down before a teacher.” Needless to say I did as well, but I felt like rubbing it in his face.

 

He exited the school, me in tow, and walked right up to a fire red Harley. He turned around after getting on his bike, “ Well I guess it's not your fault your so stupid you couldn't do second grade math. I'm the one doing the tutoring right? So who's bowing down to who?”

 

With one last smirk he rode off, leaving me fuming behind him. I went straight home, not even saying bye to my friends. I went upstairs ignoring my mom on the way up, and walked right into my room before falling on my bed and screaming with all my might into the pillow.

“One things for sure, that idiots' got an ego as big as his Harley.”

 

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