I had my next class with this 'Abel' dude. He seemed pretty interesting. He and my Ako talked for a bit, and I was slightly upset. I have no clue as to why. Or who mad me jealous. I don't get jealous easily, and why would either of them make me jealous? That's just stupid. Next class was history. It's basically just a class that teaches you about all of our legends and prophecies. I like it because it is fairly interesting. 

"Do you know who teaches it?" Ka uila asked me. He was cute I'll give him that much. but, I'm not too fond of Alphas in general. My brother was one, and that is why I tolerate them. The rest of the Alphas I know are jerks, and I have a gut feeling he's the same way. But, might as well get hurt while trying than not to try at all, and become a chicken, right?

"Yeah, his name is Mr Goodmanson. He's really grouchy all of the time, and he throws things at you if you talk," I smile over at him. He wasn't unbearable, but he was painstakingly slow. At the rate we're going at, we are going to be late. 

"Oh. Cool!" I don't think that he was honestly intrigued, but I rolled with it. Everyone in the hallway seemed to move out of our way as we walked; all of them practically bowing to him. This was enjoyable. 

"What other classes do you have today?" I'm genuinely curious, and I'm not just trying to conversate with him. I would much rather stay silent. 

"I have a music class, an art class, math, and then study hall. You?" he doesn't seem too happy about his schedule, and I almost sympathize with the dude. I would hate taking classes that I don't want.

"I have most of the same. Probably not the same period, though," I pull out my schedule, him doing the same. As we set them next to each other, we only have this class and study hall together.

"Dang, I was looking forward to messing with you," He sounds almost disappointed, but I see right through it. He really wanted to have the same classes as me. I can't help but laugh at his pouty face. He was adorable!

"Sorry babe~," I want to see him blush, so I call him a friendly name. Beets always calls me that, and it's not weird. I would have usually gone with mate, though. I was raised in Australia for a while, before being brought back here. It was after my uncle was taken away. I didn't mind. The old lady was really sweet, and her grandchildren had left her with her kids. When she died, she left us everything. That, weirdly, happened a lot. We had tons of money saved up, and I barely spend twenty bucks without putting forty back in. 

His face was a bright red, and the bell rung as soon as he was about to say something. Great, we were late. I'm sure the panic was clear on my face because he grabbed my wrist. And of course, I had to flinch.

"Don't worry, as long as you're with me, no one will give you crap." He winked at me, thankfully not noticing my flinch. At least he didn't notice. That would have been a long explanation. 

I relax, and he leads the way, both of us talking about useless things. 

It was really fun, and, to be honest, I think that I might like him. 

Gosh, I'm an idiot.