Senses Unleashed

Chapter four : Chit-chating mess

*Amy*

I was horribly late.

In addition to that, I didn't manage to sit beside Derek (he was happily sitted with Kate. Heavy sarcasm on "happily".) And now I was left staring at the empty desk in the middle of the classroom the proffessor pointed at.

"What are you waiting for,miss House?"

I had no choice. The more I stayed up;the more attention I stirred.My classmates whispered too much.Well no attetion was welcome in my direction anyways and given my status I had to keep it that way...

Pondering over my fit of misshappens no further,I quickly went to sit down. But I was in fact,very dumbfounded. During class, middle desks was the best place to be. Not too close to the teacher, not too far to not pay attention when it was lesson time. Who would pass that sort of desk up? Who would turn such an opportunity down?

Well, now I sat all by myself.The other chair on my left was unoccupied.

But I wasn't going to feel lonely anytime soon. No sooner than I had sat down,a paper ball landed swiflty on my desk. I looked around until I found Derek's eyes on mine.Then he pointedly raised his eyebrows while looking at the paperball. I rolled my eyes. What did he want now?

I picked it up carefully looking if the proffessor was paying me any mind(which he didn't anymore) and opened it hastily.

Inside the note; his beautiful calligraphic handwrite was smeared all over.

After a moment I managed to make out the words.

"Em! I hate Kate. Of course you know that. Couldn't you have come a little earlier? Where the ef where you? I am gonna die here.Ps. I love your blouse."

I twinkled my nose and chuckled before looking at him an raising an eyebrow. I shook my head and started replying.

I hate being late ,you know I'm really sorry. Awh, so glad you like it :3. Found it on Wish for five bucks. Real barg-

"Pssssst!" I ignored whoever psssed me on the front for a second and continued writing.

-an but anyways, you know I hate to be a dissappointment but-

"Pssssshhht!"
but the sound repeated after a few moments.Who was it now?

I looked up to see on the front desk sitted and turning to steal glances every now and then; a giddy, girl with high-pitched voice. Also known as Marcy Sword. Of course. She had told me she had a feeling we'd meet again.

I inwardly groaned.Outwardly, smiled.

"Hey there!!" She giggled. Oh Lord. The girl was like what? Eighteen? And whenever she talked she looked like twelve.It was as cute as it was frustrating all at the same time. HER voice was like schreeching the black board with your bare nails. YESH. It was that awful..

I avoided looking at her in the eye.

I am sure since she could sense how I felt she would just turn back around. But sadly enough,that was not the case here.

"Hey." I smiled whispering. No offense intended on the teacher who had just started asking the students to say their names and ages. It propably was a form of greeting. We only had one class for the almost adults and the young adults class..and one for the pre-specials.You see, to some of us the use of extra senses occured in our early twelveth or thirteenth. It was hard because we most of the time had to go through all of it alone. We didn't and couldn't trust others at all with what we were,because you know what they do when you differ?