Sciamachy

Chapter 7

Orion's pov­

English lll equals complete torture. With nothing but a book and an unsharpened pencil, you could get away with anything in Mrs. Smith's class. She was old and an average teacher that you could say anything to. You just had to say it loud enough to get in trouble, needless to say but the old bat's nearly deaf. "Now, in a few minutes you will choose groups to talk about today's..." Oh if only she knew how much I didn't fucking care. Right now my only thought was Ianthe. I needed to see her, terribly. Just thinking about her made me literally moan in anticipation.

Bending down and pressing my forehead onto my desk, it was hard to keep quiet when thinking about her nails digging into my back as I­-.

There was a knock on the classroom door. I was about to lose my mind before that sudden interruption. Wondering who it was, I sat straight up and stared intently since this was the only interesting thing that might happen today.

The door opened, and in came the
medicine for all my problems. Ianthe. She was beautiful, in all black, and she looked flustered; like she just came back running from somewhere. And with someone. I froze, having to shake my thoughts so I wouldn't seem possesive or creepy as hell. I wasn't like that. But when it came to Ianthe?

Jesus.

Medication had to be involved.

She hadn't noticed me at first, her attention was all on the teacher trying to to fix the mess she thought she was in. "I am so sorry! You see there was this crazy teacher named Blevins and fell like a flop, I can't even f reakin' find my way around the school 'cause of fuc-­"

"Oh­-oh dear," Mrs. Smith said feebly. "Ah yes you must be the new student." Ianthe's blank stare signaled confusion, until she finally understood. "Er, yeah. Yeah that's me." She giggled nervously. "Well let's see here. Oh! 10th grade, very impressive, yes very impressive indeed."

"Oh, yes. Thank y-."

"And is a musician? Oh this is wonderful! Well Epanthe, we're going to get along just swimmingly."

"It's Iant-­"

"My dear now's the time your classmates to choose groups to go over Macbeth for the rest of the class. Oh, how about you sit next to the fellow named Orion. Yes, Orion?" Mrs. Smith called out my named like I was deaf.

"Come come, choose another partner and discuss with them. I'd like you to invite this young lady to the group." Ianthe gasped with wide eyes and looked away, her face turning the deep color of red. That's how I just want her to be.

My cocky grin never leaving my face as she made her way to sit next to me. Christan, who was trying to gain my attention , must have taken an interest in her as well.

"Dude, dude." He called before Ianthe sat entirely down. "The new girl?" Christan whispered to himself before imitating under his desk his hand going up and down. I mouthed him to chill before she came over. "Don't do anything weird, okay? Just try to-"

"Hi." Ianthe looked down at me smiling. "Hey Ianthe." I said trying not to stutter. Christan looked confused, not figuring out that we had already met. "Thank God we go to the same school, I thought I'd be alone." Ianthe sighed in relief.

"Are you that bad at making friends?"

"Sort of. But the way this school works around here I'm not sure if there anything's... real.

"What do you mean?"

Ianthe sat up straight and began to speak, possibly about the reason she was late. "Well I'm coming to school. Walk in, not knowing what the hell to do might I ask, and this boy knocked me over and ended up walking me here. " Wait, what boy? My fist turned into balls while trying to contain myself listen to Ianthe.

"Boy?" I asked innocently.

"Huh? Oh yeah, Jake Foushee. You might know him, he's in your grade." I'd known Jake since Middle School, but with him hanging around different people, we weren't exactly the best of friends.

And without taking any chances, she continued her story with passion as if she was in a rally. "And while walking me to class he fills me in on how things socially work around here. I'm like: 'sounds like a pretty freakin' organized place,' until I realized how too organized it is. Here you're put into categories, and those categories don't even give you a fucking chance to be yourself. Ianthe sighed, disappointed. But her face quickly recovered when she saw the look on mine and said: "Not that I didn't wanna be here, I just wanted to know more about the school. That's all."

Obviously I weirded her out, again. Christian, soon after breaking our tension, turned to Ianthe and asked how we knew each other. "Met him while going out to buy pizza. What's your name?" Gladly taking the opportunity to introduce himself, his arrogant smile held on as he said, "Well my name is- Ugh!"

Christian stopped when I abruptly kicked him in the leg. But it didn't stop him from choking out the word "Christan." Ianthe looked between the two of us suspiciously, then quickly shaking her head as if forgetting what she saw.

"So there's this party that Christan here," I said his name through clenched teeth. "Invited me to, I was wondering if you wanted to tag along perhaps?" Ianthe looked at me, guilty. "Oh...well somebody asked me to go to a party with them. Umm, I said yes."

"Who's party?" I pressed on.

"No idea," Ianthe shrugged. "But hey, we may just find each other again incidentally, seeing that that's how we always meet." She said with a smile. The bell rung, and everyone within the class was already packing and making their way out the door.

Ianthe started getting up too and left, only leaving me and Christan staring off into space. "So what are you gonna do about this party situation man?" Christan asked lazily.

"No idea. But we may have a change of plans tonight."