The Lucky Ones

Chapter Nine: Troublemaker.

Once class ended and everyone left, I put everything in my bag and walked up to Sans. He looked at me. "I'm so sorry about that, Baby. I was just doing my job..." He said. I responded "It's alright, don't apologize. I'm just glad you saved part of my embarrassment." He smiled and said "Well, you're welcome. Just don't have your phone out again.

"Okay, Mr. Gaster." I said with a flirtatious smile. I looked at the clock. "9:24" it read. I was late for Science. He must have read the expression on my face, because he told me "Don't worry, I'll write you a pass." He took out a small slip of paper and wrote his signature in a black pen down on it. He handed the paper to me, and kissed my cheek in the process.

I said "See you later." as I walked out of his classroom. I was so used to this university by now. All I had to do to get to my next class was take two left turns, one right, and walk halfway down a really long hallway. After I arrived, I sat in a back corner once again.

I had a thing for corners.

Science. The class I never really liked. Especially cause my teacher was the mother of Chase Brown. Michelle Brown. She was generally a nice woman, but I couldn't stand the thought of her. Not after what her son had done to me.

She handed everyone a note-packet, and wrote "Biomes" down on the board.

The classes I took basically repeated the lessons we learned from Middle and High School. Nothing special.

As Mrs. Brown started to teach her lesson about biomes, I looked at a particular student. Craig Sebastian Wood. He was the party-boy of Harvard University, but he was cool. Me and him were friends. He had magic, just like me and his girlfriend, Lizia.

I gave him a friendly wave, and he waved back. I then looked at the paper that Mrs. Brown gave me, and they were only notes. "Good, we don't actually have to do work today." I thought. Her Smart-Board was already prepared, unlike Sans'. It had a decorative title design about biomes. I sighed. It was time to start class.

Craig grabbed his things and moved over to my desk, setting his stuff down. All he had was a pen and his paper. I leaned towards him and whispered "You look SO prepared, Mate." He smiled. "This class is a drag." he whispered back. I nodded, indicating my agreement to his statement. "Just get it done and over with, and it'll be over before you know it." I said.

He shrugged. "I don't know if that's even possible. This class is so boring that it puts me to sleep. Like seriously."

I laughed. I said "It's not THAT bad, Craig. Just don't look at the clock so much, and time'll go by much faster."

"Mrs. Chan and Mr. Wood, maybe you'd like to take your... 'interesting conversation' to Mr. Gaster's office?"

Both me and Craig looked at Mrs. Brown, who's stone grey eyes were staring into our souls. Craig sent me a mind-message, saying "Damn, talk about 'Target acquired.'" I couldn't help but snicker at his comment. It honestly was quite funny. But Mrs. Brown didn't seem to think that anything was worth laughing at, considering she looked like she was going to explode at any given moment

She said "Take your things and stop by once you're both done with Mr. Gaster."

Both Craig and I stood up. I grabbed my bag, and put my Science binder and paper in it. Swinging the strap over my shoulder, Craig grabbed his paper and pen. We both walked out of the classroom silently, trying not to disrupt the class anymore than we already did.

"Excited to see your husband?" Craig asked with a smirk. I replied "Always am. But he already yelled at me once today. Had my phone out in History." He laughed and said "Ooo, someone's been being a bad girl lately."

When we walked up to the little lady at the front desk, she looked up at me. "Are you two Tesla Chan and Craig Wood?" She asked, with a quiet voice. Me and him both nodded. She turned to the intercom and talked into it. "Mr. Gaster, I have two students that were sent from Mrs. Brown's Science class to see you." She waited for his response. She examined my face a little, and asked "You're Mr. Gaster's wife, aren't you?" I only nodded my response. I wasn't one to make conversation when I was in trouble.

Finally, Sans' voice came onto the intercom. "Alright, send them in." She looked at us and straightened a few papers that were in front of her on her desk. "You two are free to go in."

As we walked into Sans' office, I looked at him. His face was down, facing some paperwork that he was filling out. I looked around the office. It was neat, but crowded. Papers were neatly stacked on the tops of the file shelves, but there were so many. He had a shelf with an old-fashioned globe on it, and a new modern one right next to it. "Take a seat." Sans ordered.

Me and Craig sat down in the brown leather chairs that sat in front of Sans' desk. I cleared my throat and dared to speak.

"Mr. Gaster, I can explain why we're here."

His head shot up, and he smiled as soon as he saw me. "I wasn't kidding when I said I'd see you later." I said with a wink.

He said "You just can't seem to stay out of trouble today, can you?"

I gave him an evilish smile, playing along with his teacher-student game.