Chapter 5
"So..." I started, looking over to Pollux, "What's-"
"Nope."
"...Excuse me?"
"I said no, I've decided I'm not going to talk to you any more than necessary."
"Well isn't that rude..." I mumbled, glancing at the clock.
He sighed, sitting up from the bed he had stretched out on, "Listen, Ampora. I don't like you. I don't really like anyone, to be honest. So don't even try to be nice or friendly with me without expecting some sort of an annoyed reply."
"Well I'm fuckin' sorry for tryin' ta be kind to you. I'll just fuckin' stop if it's not gonna be worth my damned time." I huffed, crossing my arms against my chest.
"Do whatever you want, man."
Frowning, I stood and collected my art and physics supplies in my messenger bag. "Whatever." I went to the door, grabbing my room key as I went over, "I'm going to class now."
All for a reply I got from Pollux was a grunt, and so, I left.
After closing the door behind me, I pulled my schedule out, beginning to walk, and glanced down at it, looking for the art room number to get a general idea where it may be located in the Art Building. I assumed it would be on the ground floor due to it's low number.
By the time I had walked to the Art and Science Department, I was in much better spirits then when I had left Pollux- I had even managed to stop at a Starbucks that was located by the dorms.
Though, the fact I always had to use my full name, just for the sake of the employees spelling it right, always annoyed me.
But nonetheless, my mood turned around.
As I looked around the entrance of the building, I came to the conclusion I had no clue where the class was going to be and looking at my schedule gave me no more help. Fun.
As I was looking around, I spotted a duo of students and decided to ask them.
One of the people was a tall, lanky boy with long, black curls an was wearing a loose sweatshirt that was a dark grey colour and baggy jeans. The other was a slightly chubby girl with a pixie cut. She was wearing a bright blue dress with white polka dots and a white cardigan over it.
When I came up to them, I cleared my throat. "Uh, excuse me?"
The taller of the two, the one on my right, turned to me and raised his hand in a lazy greeting, "What's up, my brother?" I could see now from this new perspective he was wearing a tank-top with a vintage looking logo with 'Faygo' inscribed in purple on it.
"I was, uh, wonderin' if you possibly knew where Ms. Paint's classroom was."
The guy nodded a bit and put his arm around my shoulders. Okay wow. Talk about no inclination of personal space. "Ya see that hallway down there, my friend?" He pointed.
"...Yeah?"
"Well that there will lead you on a magical trip to the land of Ms. Paint's classroom. Its the door right next to the closet of love."
"...Okay then? I have no idea what the 'closet of love' is but, regardless, thanks?"
The girl spoke up now, "He's talking about the broom closet. It's infamous for students being caught making out in there."
"Oh. I see then, thanks."
"I'm Jane, by the way." She smiled, "And this is Gamzee."
Gamzee offered me a grin, and I shot him a fake smile back. "Well it's nice ta meet you two. I'm Eric-Daniel, but you can call me Eridan." Put my hands into my pockets. "Listen, I'd love to stay an chat, but, I need to get to class." I replied, removing Gamzee's arm from me with a shrug.
"I hope we can talk again soon, Eridan. It was a pleasure to meet you." Jane said.
"I hope so, too." I lied, turning my smile to her before waving and walking off.
I went down the hallway Gamzee pointed out, looking from side to side as I passed doors by. When I had finally come across the broom closet, I couldn't help but wonder if anyone was in there now.
I quickly shook the thought off and opened the door to Ms. Paint's class, stepping in with a deep breath.
The room was a large one with tall walls and windows, and at the back, I noticed there were double doors leading outside. In contrast to the white walls and tack boards, there were lots of desks in a variety of colours around the room. The desks had quite a lot of storage space in them and all had an easel to their direct left.
When the door closed behind me, a woman at the far right of the room that I did not notice jumped up with a exclamation. "Oh, why, hello there! May I help you, hun?"
"Hello. Are, uh, are you Ms. Paint, by chance?"
"Why indeed I am, dearie. And who might you be?"
"I'm Eridan Ampora."
She skimmed down her register on the clipboard she was holding before looking back up, "Now, here it has you listed as 'Eric-Daniel'. Which name would you prefer?"
"Just Eridan is fine." I smiled.
"Well then, Eridan, you're quite early, but go ahead and choose a desk."
I nodded at this, and went over to a violet desk near the front-right side of the classroom and set my stuff down. "Would you like me to get my things organized now or later?"
"Go ahead and do it now. Though, we're not going to be doing too much today, just a few activities to get to know each other, but of you'd like to, go ahead and arrange your things!"
I couldn't help but smile at the kind woman.
Ms. Paint was a short woman with a large waist and blonde hair which was made up into a sloppy bun on top of her head. She was dressed in a paint-spattered smock, but I could see that under that she had on a pair of blue-jeans and a blue shirt. On her head she wore a pink bandana folded into a headband to keep her bangs out of her eyes.
When I had finished organizing my art supplies into the desk, I took a seat on the stool.
After a moment, though, I couldn't help but ask the question that had been on my mind for a while.
"I'm sorry, this is kind of a weird question, but, is Paint your actual surname?"
She laughed and smiled to me, "Don't worry about it, I get that question a lot, actually. But it was my maiden name, yes. Though, now my last name is Slick. I just go by Paint here because I always thought it suited the job."
"It really does suit it." I replied, feeling comforted by the fact I wasn't the first person who asked that.
Ms. Paint nodded and glanced at her watch, "Student's should start arriving about now, class is going to start in just a few minutes."
I nodded back, and put my hands into my lap, tapping my foot on the floor idly.
Sure enough, Students began to file in an soon, all the desks were filled with students in various states of organizing their stuff in them.
After everyone was situated, Ms. Paint called the attention of the class.
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Aaaaaaall right, just a quick little update to let y'all know I'm alive and will be continuing this story!
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Also, this is kinda what I based Eridan's art classroom off of:
http://www.art-rageous.net/2008/ArtRoom2-PH.jpg
And that's all for now!
