NO WAY IN HELL! (A Marilyn Manson fanfiction)

NO WAY IN HELL!: Chapter Five

Brian's POV:

"Sup faggot!" I heard Jeordie mock at me. I sat next to him and pulled my tongue out. I groaned loudly. "I hate maaaaaaath" Jeordie opened up his arms to reveal the empty classroom. "Welcome to the club"

I guess we were a bit early. As people started to flood into the classroom, I spotted Tim's face again. I gulped and sank in my seat as he took a seat across from Brian, he hasn't even noticed me yet!

As if sensing my stressed mood, Jeordie leaned over to me and whispered "That's Tim. I suppose you met him earlier due to the looks he's giving you" I glanced over at Tim and saw him watching me with blue eyes full of lust. I blushed and looked back to Jeordie who continued to whisper lightly to me. "Just play along if he starts to flirt with you. We all had to go through it. Even me"

I looked up at Jeordie and gave him a confused stare. He sighed. "He's gonna fuck you Brian, and there's nothing you can do about it. He's just like that"

If I was drinking water, I would've choked and died. I obviously choked on thin air because I began coughing. Jeordie chuckled. "Alright there?" I nodded and coughed the rest of air out of my throat. "Yep" I finally managed to mumble out. Jeordie laughed and shook his head. "Don't worry about it. It's not as bad as you think. He's also not very big."

I raised my eyebrows at him and laughed. "Thanks for telling me" Jeordie chuckled back at me. "Pogo's huge though so if he starts flirting with you, tell me okay?" I nearly choked again but I kept my peace. "Uh-okay" Jeordie patted my back. "You'll get used to it"

As I heard the piercing sound of the school bell ring, a teacher strode into the room. He looked about 55 maybe. Greyish hair, tall, typical teacher clothing. Loose pants and a business shirt with a collar. Most of the students I looked at, seemed a bit confused, so I'm guessing he's new.

"Right class!" The teacher strode up to the chalkboard and pulled a white chalk from a small container sitting on the shelf below it. He wrote in big, bold letters, ~MR. JONES~

"I am, the one and only Mr Damien Jones, but you will refer to me as Mr Jones. I am a new teacher here, as your usual math teacher is sick and for this week, I will be your replacement"

No groans or mutters were made while he was speaking or even after he spoke, which I found odd. Jeordie once again read my mind and leaned over to whisper at me again.
"He was my art teacher last year. He takes no shit from anyone, I'm telling you now" I nodded slowly and Jeordie went back to listening to Mr. Jones.

"Now, I hate math as much as everyone here does too, so I don't want to get straight into the lesson alright?"

This guy seems pretty cool.

"I know a few people here, I recognise them from a few classes last year." He pointed at Jeordie as he sat on the teachers desk, and made himself comfy by crossing his legs. "Jeordie White! I know you. Exceptionally good at art you were. Still do it?"

I looked at Jeordie and watched him reply. He shrugged first. "I dabble with it every now and then, not as often as I used to though" Mr Jones nodded. "Fair enough." He then pointed to a girl sitting in the back of the classroom. Her hair was a short bob, and jet black. Makeup was carefully made onto her face, which persisted of gentle winged eyeliner and blood red lipstick. She wore a black, tight skirt that reached her knees. A white shirt with a collar, and barb wire looking choker. She was cute. She sat with one leg over the other, very lady like, but her legs hung over the side of the chair, her whole body facing the side of the classroom, but her head locked to the front.

"Miss Kelly!" She smiled a toothy smile and then blew a bubble with her strawberry bubblegum. "Mr Jones" She replied calmly. He smiled at her. "I remember you. Also good at art. Well that's what I remember you for. Others may remember you as the girl who made a boys nose bleed" she smirked proudly at Mr Jones's comment.