Apples Don't Just Mean School [in process of rewriting]

Requiem Of Not A Library

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Emily's POV

I tugged uncomfortably at the clothing that was originally in the darkened area of my closet and now on yours truly. Everyone has those clothes that we avoid like the plague - and this outfit was just those particular clothes. "Uh, hi guys!" I waved. Arthur jumped up from flirting with Leia - who seemed to be threatening Mattie just a few moments ago - and waved crazily, breaking all his usual British gentlemanliness. "Em!" Jeremy was staring at Jared with a vaguely sinister look and acknowledged my presence with a smile before going back to coldly greeting him.

"So, umm... This is Jared Collins. And Jared, this is Arthur, Jeremy and Leia." I pointed out everyone, who all didn't react, and just scrutinised him like a painting in a museum. "Hey," he tried awkwardly. They looked slightly taken aback at his American accent. "He's from New York too, and he's my colleague and... Umm..." Matthew coughed. Everyone could see that his eyes finished the sentence for me. They nodded speculatively. Amelia raised an eyebrow at all of them. Seriously? I shuffled towards the table and sat down. Jared was still standing near the door.

"Come on guys, just welcome him, he's feeling shy and awkward too. He's writing the report for Silver Creek with Em, so give him a good impression of the hospitality of SCH, okay?" To my surprise, Matthew was the one who broke the tension and sat down. Relief flooded through me as his statement elicited a few 'oh-have-a-seat's and we settled into comfortable small talk. "So, what part of the New York Times do you work in?" Jeremy asked a little stiffly. "I'm in the news department, like Emily. It was complete and utter chaos, until Em came," Jared answered swiftly, smiling out of the corner of his mouth.

Matthew's POV

I leaned back in the chair. Until Emily came? Hah, just like her to bring order to a nightmare... "How?" Amelia propped her arms on the wooden table. "Well, she just sort of exploded and gave everyone, EVERYONE, in the room a dressing down. After that, it was as silent as a cemetery." All of us chuckled, while Emily blushed and whacked Jared's arm. "Hey, that's not true," she insisted, but to no avail. She looks cute when she blushes. Wait, what? I had to stop myself from smiling stupidly. 

"Don't deny it, you have the power to tame those monkeys in 9R, a bunch of reporters should be a piece of cake for you!" I joked. "I didn't tame them per say-" Jeremy waved off her protests. "Nonsense. They were the hell class before you came, it was a joke in the Staff Room and, hey, remember?" He looked at Arthur for confirmation. "Yeap, all the substitutes would practically PALE at the mention of that class. Then they'd march back down half an hour later declaring that they would NEVER on pain of DEATH go back up there." We all laughed at that.

It was true. That particular bunch... Well, putting it lightly, they were infamous for ruining careers and wills to live in SCH. They had driven many an educator to tears AND handing in a resignation letter. I'm not exaggerating. "Well... You all are joking right? They can't be... THAT bad..." Amelia scoffed. "I took their class once. Fifteen minutes. That was the maximum amount of tolerance. I got so riled up that I left the class. They were all shouting and running around and jumping on the tables... Honestly. I think they've mellowed down so much."

Emily's POV

Amelia? FIFTEEN MINUTES? She's usually super patient. Wow... "I stormed out on them once," I recalled. "We were trying to practise oral but they were not cooperating. At all." Mattie nodded. "Yeah, I remember that. I had to go upstairs and scold them a bit. You know, they were super quiet when you left and they tried to do oral by themselves when I went up to scold them a little, and they were really sorry," he said, smiling at the memory slightly. "Really?" 9R did that? They didn't, like, throw a party and play loud music or something? How do I react? Why didn't I know about this?

I can't believe I doubted them. Never mind. Now I know the truth and I'll be nicer and kinder to them from now on. Yeah. "I... I see." We were all quiet for a while. Until, of course, the cliche anticlimactic moment happened when Leia slammed open the kitchen doors yelling, "FOOD'S READY!" Jared's eyes lit up and he sped over to her with puppy dog eyes. "I heard 'food' and 'ready' in the same sentence," he stated seriously. "Hey, you're blocking me, this tray isn't going to get lighter, ya know?" Leia stared at him. He scooted to the side.

 I sighed and shook my head. Can't he grow up... Be nice, he's your boyfriend. No reason for me not to berate him. Still, Leia should lay off him a little, you have to agree... I watched as Leia slid a steaming plate in front of me. Obviously, she had taken the liberty of choosing our food by herself as a surprise. "That's curry omelette spaghetti with roast beef slices," she announced. The tinkling of ceramic against wood filled the air. "And you all get sandwiches."

Matthew's POV

"Just SANDWICHES?" I stared at the food in disbelief. "But Em got the fusion spaghetti that's to DIE for!" I protested. My sister raised an eyebrow at me. "Well, the rest of you barged in at closing time and pleaded for me to stay open, so we had no time to make food other than sandwiches for you. Emily deserves a better meal because she didn't rudely interrupt our baking spree," she snapped. "Oh, my GOD, Leia," I groaned. "Hey, at least they are fusion, high-class sandwiches and not PBJs." I shot her a glare and bit into my sandwich huffily.

Emily stifled a laugh and awkwardly ate her food while the rest of us devoured what we had. I could see that she was uncomfortable. Finally, she gave in and divided the food into portions, before distributing it to the rest of us. "You know, it's really okay, you can eat the food-" "Don't be stupid, I know you want to eat it, you've been eyeing my plate for the past ten minutes," she cut off Diane's objections. I couldn't resist the temptation of Leia's pasta. Annoying as she was, my sister made KILLER fusion food.

We all ate in silence (except for the occasional moan of ecstasy because GOSH DANG IT the food was amazing) for a while, until I broke the quiet reverie. "Anyways, did you all hear that Steinfield is thinking about changing the curriculum again?" A collective groan from the table. "God, he just changed it last year! I already made all the PowerPoints!" Arthur complained. "And the new topics we're teaching are totally irrelevant to daily life now. Honestly," Jeremy snorted, stabbing a sandwich savagely. "Ugh." Jared - I gritted my teeth - leaned forward. "Well, I don't know much about this Steinfield guy but he sure seems like a first-class moron..." Crap, now I have to agree. If only he wasn't here...

A/N: Crappy ending, I know. It's 2am now though, so... Eh. Ciao!