Throne Of Class

Part 1 (and probably the only part)

Chaol hated Celaena Sardothien. Always had, always would. Except today, he felt even more inclined to grabbing his sword and running her through with it.

Although her boyfriend would kill him. Chaol wouldn't admit it, but Rowan was better than him.

Dorian strode toward him, clapping him on the shoulder. "Cheer up Chaol. It's Friday!" He said, looking unnaturally cheerful after talking to the blonde-haired, snarling, irritating girl. Sometimes he wanted to die because of her. Would that make her an assassin?

Chaol shook his head. "Dorian, just because it's Friday, it doesn't mean a thing. We still see Celaena outside of class, she lives in the gods-damned castle with us!"

Dorian arched an eyebrow. "What did she do now?"

"It's more of what she hasn't done, but I know she will do," Chaol grumbled. "We're learning about coal today."

"Oh! I thought it was something else. Well, I'm just glad I'm not you. There's Manon, I'll be right back." Dorian chirped and ran off.

Manon was his latest prize he had his eye on. He'd tried -- and failed -- to ask her out several times.

"You're a horrible friend, you know that?" He called at Dorian's retreating back.

Aedion Ashryvver, walking past, snorted. "It took you this long to notice?"

"Shut it Ashryvver."

Chaol stalked to class, his signature scowl, as Doren called it, on his face. He slammed his bag down on the table.

"Mr. Westfall, please be more careful with your bag," Professor Nehemia Ytger said.

"Sorry Professor." Chaol muttered pathetically.

"Wow, one minute inside the classroom, you've already gotten into trouble, and the bell hasn't even rung," Celaena Sardothien taunted.

Celaena Sardothien. . . What to say about her.

She was a curse sent from the gods. Well, some said she was a gift, but Chaol personally thought she was a bitch.

"As usual, he's too dumb to form a response." Rowan sneered at him, instantly taking his mate's side.

"Shut up, Fairy Boy." Chaol retorted, his face flushing with rage.

"Settle down, class." Professor Ytger called. She waited for it to become quiet. "Today, we'll be learning about coal."

Lysandra raised her hand. She made it her goal to irritate Chaol as much as possible. "Professor, why are we learning about Chaol if he's not famous and hasn't done anything important?"

Chaol's face turned an even brighter shade of red.

"Miss Caraverre (Lysandra doesn't have a last name), we are learning about coal, not our student Mr. Westfall." She enunciated the word coal. "We all know coal is a natural resource that is buried deep in the earth. It is fairly valuable . . ." She droned on and on about coal.

Chaol raised his eyebrow at Sardothien follower number three, the first two being Rowan and Aedion. "You know, coal, the thing we use to burn fires and all? I knew you were stupid, Caraverre, but not that stupid," he hissed under his breath.

Lysandra gave him a vulgar gesture, one he'd seen Celaena use quite often. "At least I wasn't stupid enough to fail Mr. Hamel's class on stealth."

He rolled his eyes. "We all know the only reason you pass that class is because you screwed him to make your grades perfect."

Lysandra flinched as Celaena and Aedion rose to their feets.

Dorian placed his hand on Chaol's arm. "That was a bit too far, mate."

Aedion let out a snarl. "Don't you talk about her like that."

Chaol rose to his feet too, placing a hand on the pummel of his sword. "Why not? Upset she slept with another man before you? Upset she might leave you for someone else?"

He'd crossed the line. Oh, he was so dead.

Celaena leapt onto her desk and sprang at him. Her nimble arms and legs quickly punching and kicking and making him disoriented. He fought back, grabbing her leg the next time she attacked him and flipping her over the desk. She lunged again, grabbing him and throwing him into a wall. Chaol stopped and turned, just in time to see her flying at him.

He ducked, and she slammed into the wall, collapsing on top of him. She tried to pin him, but he easily flipped them so he was pinning her.

"That is enough! By the Wyrd, I've never had such an unruly and disruptive class! All of you detention!" Professor Ytger was beyond anger. She dragged Chaol back to his seat by the ear, then picked up Celaena, dusted her off, and roughly dragged her back to her seat as well.

"Detention for the next three weeks, and the principal will hear about this! You two get suspended, if not expelled, you should be ashamed! Such terrible behavior!" Professor Ytger ranted as she paced back and forth. "Westfall, Sardothien! Get out of my class and report to Healer Yrene Tower's office."

Chaol bowed his head in shame, grabbed his things and walked outside, stopping only to mutter his apologies to the professor. Celaena, on the other hand, swaggered out of the class, head held high after carelessly throwing her bag over a shoulder. She smirked, swaying her hips as she walked.

As soon as they were out in the hallway and out of hearing distance, she asked, "You want another go Westfall? You and me, any time, any place."

Chaol considered it. One on hand he didn't want to participate in something so childish, but on the other hand he wanted to hit her so much.

Her eyes flashed dangerously. "Or are you too much of a coward?"

That did it. "Today, after class. The guards' practice room."

"It's on Westfall. Prepare to come to class tomorrow with two black eyes, a broken arm, and a missing manhood." With that, she strode off towards one of the exits.

Chaol cursed himself and Celaena vigorously.