My Friend the Delivery god (A Noragami fanfic) REWRITE

[1] The Melancholy of an ice queen

"She's so full of herself, who does she think she is?!"

One twirl

"Always looking down on us with those dead eyes of her's, like we're not even worth her attention."

Two twirls

"Must be real fun on that throne of hers as she tells her pitiful subjects all their flaws"

Three twirls

"The ever arrogant Ice Queen."

"Miss Nakamaru"

I halted my pencil spinning and looked up at the annoyed face of my science teacher.

"Have you been listening to a word I've been saying? Or is your pencil really that exciting to you?"

A rhetorical question, a way to embarrass me for my lack of focus. But said lack of focus caused the words to spill out of my lips before I can stop them-

"I haven't, no, and it's not that exciting, but it's more interesting than your lecture on alloys."

I already knew I'd made a mistake even before the class went dead silent and the rage covered his face in red. I looked down and noticed his finger twitch; it seems that he might have smacked me if touching a student weren't against the rules of the school. The urge to offer him a warning about his temper danced on my tongue, but this time I bit it back.

Just like I'd always trained myself, I bit it back.

"Go...stand in the hall." He finally managed to spit out, his voice low but obviously still laced with anger. I didn't need to be told twice, I made a quick bow and walked out of the classroom. 

My face had been a cold, blank stare through the entire ordeal

As I closed the door behind me, I heard a chuckle and a whisper-

"As expected of the ice Queen."

I could hear a few snickers from behind the closed doors, as well as the teacher settling them all down, but that was behind me now. I just rested on the wall and did what I could to pass the time- playing with my oversized sweater's sleeve, twirling my long brown hair between my fingers, or once more playing with the guilty pencil, which I had neglected to leave on my desk as I left.

Of course, even if it was still class period, teachers, cleaning staff and students who had excused themselves to do stuff like go to the bathroom still littered the halls. As they passed me they whispered- about the "troublesome kid who was probably rude to the teacher again"; about the "arrogant Ice Queen who could look haughty even in the middle of punishment". The ever infamous "Rin Nakamura"

To say I don't mind the whispers would be a lie, but mostly, I envy them. It would be nice to whisper under your breath your feelings hidden away from others unless they strained their ears. People's issue with me lied in that I could never seem to whisper, only blurt. Only say the truth, or at least my own impression of the truth.