The Academy of S.I.D.E.

No. 54: Delightfully Chaotic

Janus had to spend the night in the infirmary for about a week, but he still managed to persuade the staff to let him go to classes. That decision confused Virgil a little---if he had the option of getting out of class, he'd jump for it.

Of course, it was May now, and the finals were starting to approach. And seeing as Janus had missed three weeks of classes, it was entirely understandable that he'd want to catch up.

Janus had also received a shitload of get-well-soon gifts from the underclassmen he'd brought in, which didn't help to deflate his ego. Virgil had actually contemplated stealing some of them, before he remembered that Janus would probably slaughter him. And Remus would probably join in.

The adoration slowed a little once Janus got off bed rest, the month of May really kicked in, and the classes started to get harder. Of course, their group was still keeping an eye on him, but the rest of the school was starting to lose interest---though, Virgil figured that it wouldn't last long.

"Kinda weird to be studying history right now," Roman commented as he and Virgil sat down. "I mean, we kind of just made history, right?"

"As I recall, we still studied history in 2020," Logan said, taking his seat. "And that year will most likely go down as the most chaotic year in all of history."

"Actually, my eighth-grade social studies teacher mostly focused on government and law and I didn't take history in freshman year," Virgil told him.

He spread his hands. "I stand corrected. This class is still a necessity."

Other students started coming in, chatting amongst themselves. Janus trudged in and instantly flopped into his seat.

Virgil scooted back, a little scared. He looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep whatsoever---eye bags, zonked-out expression, the works. He didn't even remember to tie his hair back.

"Dude, are you okay?" he whispered.

Janus waved a hand around. "Fine. Picture of health. No problemo."

"Uh, yeah problemo," Virgil said. "How long did you sleep last night?"

He squinted, counting on his fingers. "Um... 43 minutes? Tops?"

"FORTY-THREE---"

"Mr. Hayashi, keep the volume down," Professor Riviera said, walking in.

Virgil lowered his voice. "What the hell, Jan? I thought Remy was monitoring your nightmares!"

"He is," Janus said, yawning.

"So what happened?"

"Well---"

Riviera snapped his fingers. "Boys, I'm going to need you to quiet down. We've got a busy day ahead of us."

Virgil looked up towards the front.

"Okay, first things first." Riviera planted his hands on his desk as one of the markers floated up into the air, uncapped itself, and started writing something on the whiteboard. "Who can tell me the historical influence of Nico Flores?"

Roman's hand shot up.

"Mr. Sanchez?"

"He was Thomas Sanders's boyfriend," he said automatically.

"Besides that," Riviera amended. "What were his powers? Yes, Miss Ellis," he said, pointing to the short redhead in the front row.

"Nico Flores could manipulate reality through song," she answered.