A Scholar's Affection

2

The blue sun shone in the sky like a pin had poked it and light was spilling from it like liquid. Hansiel had slept better than ever, knowing that today wouldn't be the same as every other day of his pitiful life in the Yellow-Quadrant. He happily got into uniform and rushed out of the door, happy to see another day with the wonderful Red.

"Hey Hansi!" He heard the voice he'd only known for a week but had longed for too long.

"Hey." They jogged to each other happily, getting some looks from their fellow peers. Hansiel had mastered the action called the "high-five". They practiced it together. Such actions that demonstrate a scholar's affection are frowned upon in the Yellow-Quadrant, but not forbidden. Why ban something nobody did, anyways?

"What's up?"

Hansiel knew what that expression meant, but answered with a smile and the standard response. "The opposite of down!"

They laughed and hugged. "Come on, we got some business to tend to."

That business was to plant something in their homeroom teacher's desk before she got there. So they did. They set it so it went off at exactly the same time when she's about to say the last word in her daily greeting: "Hello, fellow novices."

So that's how it went. Every student had gotten in and she walked in at the same time as she always had and sat and said: "Hello, fellow-"

Confetti blasted from her desk with a honk. Everyone screamed, of course, but our adored two troublemakers. They were grinning, proud at their cleverness. And it got better, thanks to Hansiel knowing what she'd say after several rebellions by Bertha.

"Who dare-"

"Tits. Tits. Ass. Ass. Wonderfully big. Best combination, dawg." A speaker sang.

Everyone but our protagonists looked horrified and offended. Hansiel smiled pleasantly to himself, Slate grinning his flashing, shark-like teeth. They had their hands folded upon their desks while everyone freaked out.

In her own class, Bertha was stifling chortles, having planted a camera into Slate's clothes. She watched through her pad, finding it hard to sit still through her class. "This is gorgeous." She whispered to herself, watching Ms. Leva panic and try to keep her class calm while seeking the source of the disturbing noises.

By lunch, the staff was all over trying to figure it out. Of course, the three were the top suspects, but they couldn't point fingers yet.

"How about you all come over to my place for sodas?" Bertha said. "Anytime this week is fine."

"Why not now?" Slate asked. "I mean, the rest of the day is just them drilling their questions into our faces. They wouldn't notice three kids walk right out the door."

"That'd make us pretty suspicious, though." Hansiel said.

"We already are, dirt-brain."

"Worse."

"So what? It's not like they care about our education. They just like bossing people around and taking your money. Let's go." He insisted.

Bertha hesitated too. "Well, I suppose my parents don't get home until an hour after school ends."

"You in Hans?"

Hansiel didn't want to risk his education, but if it meant to be with these two, it wouldn't matter. But if word got to his parents... But fun with Slate and Bertha came first.

"Of course I am."

"Aw, yeah! Let's go. Where ya' live, B?"

"I'll show you if you fly me over there."