City of Fire

Chapter Three

"Ilona"

Ilona tapped her fingers nervously on the desk...

The classroom was silent, the air tense and Ilona swallowed, desperately wishing she was anywhere else but sadly that wasn't reality. Miss Hill shuffled papers on her little desk, pretending to be busy but Ilona knew by her smug look that she was just enjoying herself.

Stupid woman...

The thought ran through her head and she bit the inside her cheek, forcing herself not to voice it no matter how much she wanted to. The other three boys had gotten detention in a separate room, probably in Mr. T's, and she sighed. Miss Hill glanced up at her. Her eyes were a sharp contrast to her wrinkle covered skin and Ilona looked at her from the corner of her eye.

Why was she looking at her like that?

As if she were a prime rib that she was ready to devour...

The look made Ilona shift in her seat, her fingers flexing as her skin suddenly crawled. Her muscles tightened and she fidgeted; her inability to keep still kicking in. Miss Hill only continued to eye her before she smiled, more of a smirk, before ducking her head to look down at her papers again.

Ilona would have heaved a sigh of relief had the door not burst open. Ilona jumped, her eyes going to the figures that filled it. Three filed in, the first being Erin, followed by Tidus and then Zane. Erin looked sad and his eyes were large and round, as if he were about to cry at any moment and Ilona felt such a surge of protectiveness that she blinked. Tidus merely glared over his shoulder at Zane, who returned it with an icy stare that could have snapped someone in two, and finally a severely ticked off Mr. T followed in after them.

"Take a seat, gentlemen," Mr. T ordered as he waved his hand, disgust covering his features as he ran his eyes over them, "that is if I should even call you that much." He gave them one last distasteful stare before halting beside Miss Hill. They engaged in a conversation Ilona couldn't hear, and didn't want to, for Tidus, in all his god like glory was picking on Erin. He'd chosen to sit behind the boy and was flicking at his golden locks. Erin was ignoring him, slapping at his hand but it only caused Tidus to grin more and continue his torture. Ilona narrowed her eyes and stretching her legs out, kicked his chair, for he'd sat in front of her. He jumped, startled, before looking over his muscular shoulder at her.

"Knock it off," Ilona hissed, giving him a disapproving glare. Tidus frowned, his dark brows furrowing in confusion. She snorted at the look that crossed his tan face. Just because he was tall and good looking didn't mean that he was above bullying.

"You gonna make me?" Tidus questioned, his cinnamon colored eyes flashing and Ilona lifted the corner of her lips in a mocking grin. It must have surprised him again for he blinked.

"If you want me to I can, but," she leaned forward and the grin disappeared from her face, "I don't think you want me to kick your butt in front of all these guys, do you?" She questioned and it seemed that all he could do was blink in shock at her but before he could reply there was a soft snort from the opposite side. Ilona turned her head, her eyes fastening on the well dressed figure of Zane. He sat reclined in the chair, his long body relaxed and his jet black hair covering the left side of his face, barely concealing his striking silver eyes.

"You got something to say?" Tidus demanded softly and Zane merely looked at him, his face emotionless but his eyes portraying how little he thought of the jock.