Comfortably Numb

Chapter Two

The lesson flew by quickly. I sat quietly, listening patiently to the teacher's ramblings. Every few minutes Arrow would sigh, pulling my attention to her. It was obvious that she wasn't paying attention at all. Instead, she seemed to be doodling some kind of contraption. I thought back to her words in the office about her revenge plan and wondered idly if this was a part of it. I shook my head and pushed my curiosity about her away. It isn't good for me to get involved in her life. She doesn't deserve to get dragged into my madhouse.
           
When the bell finally rang I stood up and slowly gathered my things. I glanced at my schedule, trying to figure out my next class, but once again it was ripped from my hands.

"You don't need that, Andy. I said I'd show you to your classes." I sighed and brushed back my hair.
"W-what's my n-next c-c-class?" Arrow smiled.

"Chemistry" I sighed, and gestured for her to lead the way. She gladly shot off, gripping the strap to my backpack. I followed along, monumentally thankful that she wasn't touching my skin.
           
She dropped me off outside of the classroom; my classroom, I guess. I skulked my way to the back of the class and dropped into the last set of shiny black tables. I threw my stuff by my feet and settled in. My head was throbbing now, and I wished that I was home so I could crawl back into my bed.

"Miss?" I sighed and glanced up to the older gentleman. He was dressed in a suit, and was carrying a briefcase. His hair was greasy and sat limpy against his forehead. His skin was a sickly white, several shades lighter than my own. He had a hooked nose and his eyes were a dark black that seemed to burn into my skin. He was taller than me, as most people were, but not by that much. He was thin and he was hunched over slightly in a way that reminded me of a rodent. He must be the teacher.

"Miss, are you aware that this is a chemistry class, and not a bedroom?" I nodded and straightened up so I was sitting properly.

"S-sorry, sir." His face cracked in a massive grin that sent me squirming in discomfort.

"No problem. I'm assuming that you're our new student?" I nodded, and let my eyes slide down to the table again. He sighed, and started walking towards the front of the class.

"Welcome to our lovely school then, Miss Romans."

With that he began class. I almost fell asleep during the entire thing; chemistry was one of my best subjects. When the bell finally rang, I almost flew from the damn classroom. I sprinted out the door, planning on heading for the exit and a tiny bit of freedom before I had to go back to class, but paused as someone stepped in front of me. I froze before I recognized her. It was Arrow. She beamed at me and started walking along with me, obviously expecting me to follow. I shrugged and fell into step with her.

"Wow, you must really hate chemistry. I mean, I know that it totally sucks, that's why I'm not taking it, but I figured if you were registered for it you must like it a little bit. But seeing you run out of there like that, wow, I figure you must HATE it. Which, again, I totally get. I guess I'm just used to people taking it because they like it. I mean, my brother loves chemistry, and he's registered for that course. I guess I just assumed that that was how everyone that took that class feels, you know?" I kind of tuned her out after that, because seriously, the girl could talk. And I got the feeling that she always talks like this. I followed silently beside her as she led me through the cafeteria to a large table by the front windows. Noone else was sat there, so I sank into a chair and pulled out my sandwich and drink. Arrow sat across from me and pulled out her own meal.

"So.. where are you from?" Curiosity was dripping from her voice. I sighed and rested back into my chair. I let my eyes drift closed- thinking of rolling hills and the massive man made lake-  and quietly breathed out; "H-home."