Opposites Attract, Apparently. *MAYBE PROBABLY DEAD*

Damn Dude.

Ant's PoV-

The annoyed teacher glared at me every few seconds. She kept staring at the door for a minute before looking back at the class. "Craftian Mythology, a very interesting subject that centers around fiction. Many believe such fiction to be true, but everyone has different opinions about this subject-"

She was cut off as a sharply dressed man walked through the door. He had a cyan-blue tie and a pristine white button up shirt. He had black suit pants and black leather shoes. His hair looked messy but clean. He looked uptight. He looked only like he was 28, max. A few seconds later, a more casual looking man walked through the door. His tie was a light green color and he had a more laid back posture, compared to the man who had came in first. He wore an over sized sweater, khaki pants and Converse sneakers. His hair was tousled, like he hadn't brushed it. "Hey, you can go. Meeting took longer than we thought. Grouchy-Pants over there is disgruntled 'cause now he's off schedule." The Green-Tied man spoke. The woman was gone in seconds, out the door and already down the hallway.

"Hello, class! You can call me Delta! Welcome to Religion and Mythology!" The Green-Tied- no, Delta, said to the class, grinning brightly. "Me and and Sigma will be your teachers! I'm going to answer questions. First off, Me and Sigma aren't related. Second, no, we are not a Fraternity house. Third, I'm cooler than Sigma." I smiled, this teacher seemed cool.

"Mister. Sigma. My name is Mr. Sigma, and you will address me as such." Mr. Sigma looked at the class and sighed. Delta threw his arm around his shoulder.

"Don't be a weenie, Sig." Delta chuckled. Mr. Sigma looked uncomfortable.

"Don't call me that."

"Fine, Mr. Grumpy. OK! Fourth, me and Sigma aren't dating. Why would I say that? Because people have asked before. But we are not." He answered his own question and Mr. Sigma pushed Delta off of him. It was obvious there was sexual tension there, even I could sense it. "Any questions from the class?"

I raised my hand, and waited patiently. He looked around at the sea of hands, and chose someone in the back. A kid with a fox hat and purple shirt stood up and yelled, nearly at the top of his lungs, "What's with all the sexual tension between you and Sigma?" He started to burst into laughter, along with half the class. I grinned lightly. Even Delta chuckled. Sigma looked directly at the kid who asked. He glared, and if glares could kill, that kid was fucking wrecked. Sigma sighed angrily, and Delta was still laughing.

"Okay, okay, any serious questions?" Delta wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes, and I raised my hand again. Delta pointed to me. Hella. I looked up at Delta.

"What will we be covering first in this class?" I said sheepishly, trying to be as loud as possible. I was still kinda quiet. Mr. Sigma piped up.

"Our first lesson will be about the Aether, the Nether, and The End." He continued to have the stoic look on his face. I could tell he appreciated finally getting a serious question, though.

This class seemed like it was going to be really fun. I'm definitely looking forward to this year. The two teachers proceeded to take questions from the class, such as how long we'll cover a subject and the occasional joke. They passed out textbooks and Mr. Sigma and Delta smiled brightly. Well. Mr. Sigma had a still stoic face. But I could tell he was pleased. Probably. That man was hard to read.

"Okay! We're gonna have groups of three today. We're going to read some from the textbooks. Everyone is here so there's gonna be equal groups. Get partnered!" Delta exclaimed.

God. Damn! It! What's with all the groups today?! I don't know if I can handle any more social contact without a nap first. I'm just gonna sit at my desk until the groups are formed and join the group remaining. I heard the shuffling of feet and murmuring of the students. I looked at the desk like it was the most interesting thing in the world, just so I could avoid eye contact. I waited around a minute. I felt a soft tap on my shoulder, and I flinched. There was a voice behind me.