FINISHED: Class is for sleeping

[Victoria Hart]

Why must she go to class? Wasn't she above this? Besides wasn't school just for socializing, meeting boys and getting what she wanted? It also took away from valuable shopping time, couldn't they do a lesson at the mall? All these thoughts ran through her head as she went through the school day.

That is, when she was awake. Victoria tended to sleep through any class that did not interest her. Thus she slept through everything but lunch, choir, acting, and philosophy (the argument parts). That's it for the most part. The rest of the day she slept.

It's not like Victoria needed to stay awake. She got straight A's. Not because she was smart, but because most of the teachers knew better. Giving her A's meant they were in favor, and upsetting her was a bad idea. They like many of the students had realized this.

Thus Victoria walked into her chemistry class ready for a nap. The only time she stayed awake was during experiments. And that was because she knew that dang Hatter would pull something if she wasn't. There was also the fact she liked to drool over Hal. He was so pretty. But, today was not a lab day so she pulled out her chair, placed her purse next to her and lay her head down on the table. She used to bring a pillow but that was deemed excessive. Plus it was a pain to carry. She closed her eyes and snoozed.

[Hal Fuoco]

Hal had few classes during the day that he enjoyed but Chemistry was one of the few that he did truly enjoy. This was due in part to the fact that he got to tinker with chemicals freely and cause explosions and claim it was an accident. Also this way he could get his hand on chemicals and tools without going into the storage areas, or rather sending one of his goons into the storage area for him. Anyway, he walked into class, late as usual, flashed a glare in the direction of the bumbling professor, and strolled over to his desk in the back of the room.

Hal sat next to Victoria, throwing his bag beside his seat. He looked at the other two seats at his desk and the people belonging to them. Right beside him was Victoria Hart, a b*tchy pain in the butt that he used to his advantage regularly(Hey if a girl likes you to the point of doing anything you ask AND is rich in a legal manner, why the hell shouldn't I use her to my advantage). All she wanted was his attention and he would give it to her on occasion when he needed favors. Beside her was Ozzy White, the new kid on campus. Everyone knew he was a dark, depressing soul from Australia but little more was known about him. Hal liked his dark demeanor and loved his writings in the Yen Sid Eye but his silent, loner personality was going to be hard to crack. None the less Hal would most likely try to corrupt him to his will.

Hal had no interest in the lesson at the moment. ANOTHER review of the periodic table was not needed. Hal knew this lesson quite well. So Hal let his mind wander to his list of things he had to do. Suddenly it clicked. Victoria owed him a favor. Hal pulled out his Iphone 4 and began typing. Once he was finished he pressed send, placed his phone in his lap, and leaned back in his chair to watch the amusement unfold.

He turned his attention to Victoria. He knew all to well where she kept her phone and knew she jumped when it rang or vibrated in its cubby between her knockers. Suddenly "Bad Romance" came blasting from within her shirt and Hal laughed as his puppet did a pretty dance for him. He smiled at her one of his dangerous smiles before turning back to his own desk.

He pulled out a skull embellished notebook from his bag and a red pen and flipped open to a blank page. It may have looked like he was writing notes but in reality he was doodling and making an agenda. He chuckled to himself as he did so. Maybe now Vicky dearest would learn to silence her phone or at least not sleep in class. Maybe not, but at least he was entertained for now. That was all that mattered. That and getting the job done.

[Victoria Hart]

Victoria had just begun to have a sweet dream about Hal saving her in Chemistry when he phone began to ring, awaking her from her dream. She opened her eyes and quickly grabbed the phone from her cleavage and turned off the ring. Ignoring the glare from the teacher who had paused his lesson while her phone had rang she said "You may continue." Seriously, who did that she thought to herself as she moved the phone below the desk so she could see who sent the text. It was Hal, her mood immediately softened, then hardened remembering she hadn't seen him when she came in. She replied quickly then thought to herself, where could that boy be?

Looking around the room she was confused, he never missed class with her. She then turned the other way and looked next to her and saw Hal. The beautiful Hal. He was so evil and yet so yummy. He could be so mean to her and yet the times he was nice were wonderful. Sometimes she felt like she was being used but she pushed those thoughts away with sweet thoughts of how he made her feel. He was writing in his skull notebook in his red pen. That's how she knew they were meant to be together, they both used red pen. She smiled and put her head on her hand and looked at him and sighed before looking at the board. There was a huge graph thing with letters on it. It was kind of colorful but tacky. Those colors so didn't go together.

[Ozzy White]

Ozzy sat in chemistry class, head down and notebook out. He was attempting to care enough about school to focus on chemistry, a class he was quite good at without the need to focus on the lesson. Obviously this effort was a lost battle but he had to al least try. He kind of liked the bumbling professor but he couldn't help himself. He knew enough that focusing was an option that his body took advantage of.

Ozzy was not sleeping, although the sunglasses and bowed head made some think otherwise. He was scribbling in his notebook in a deep black pen. A frown was on his face like always. As he was mid scribble, the cell phone of the rich witch next to him went off, waking her up with a start and making her shirt shiver a bit as the phone vibrated in her cleavage. Ozzy rolled his eyes and attempted to ignore the phone and the girl entirely. Than he noticed that Hal had shown up and he sighed a bit.

Hal was a player and bad seed on campus but Ozzy got along with the boy nonetheless. This was due in part to the fact that they edited and wrote for the school newspaper together. This was also due to the pessimistic personality the two shared. Ozzy may have enjoyed the time he spent with Hal but being stuck next to one of his victims was not what he had signed up for.

Everyone with half a brain knew that Victoria had a crush on Hal and would do anything he wished. Ozzy instantly knew that the two of them were texting each other. He may not have seen the text but he could make a guess easily. Who else would Victoria answer to so quickly and without anger or revenge. Since she seemed happy as she texted, obviously the pool of people shrunk to the one player.

Ozzy grew upset once more. He knew Victoria didn't notice him and he also knew Hal would put business before him and Victoria was business in the eyes of the villain. Therefore Ozzy was the invisible boy once more. He was used to this but it didn't mean he wasn't a bit hurt once again. He'd always come as an afterthought to the rest of the world. Ozzy sulked in class and continued writing, trying to ignore the disgusting flirting that was going on next to him. How he wished he could truly be out of here, but he had to be here and so here he was, enduring once more.

[Hal Fuoco]

Hal read the text and thought about his reply. He needed his work done but he was also in the mood to mess with his chubby admirer. He had no interest in her but she never seemed to understand that. He felt it was time to try and make it sink in again.

Hal typed a reply, fingers flying across the keys as he did so. He pressed send and watched out of his peripheral vision to see what would happen, a grin across his face a chuckle silenced within his chest. This was going to be quite funny once it all played out but this was only the first step. He wanted to see Victoria's reaction better but he had to at least pretend to be focusing on the periodic table. As he looked over at Victoria, he noticed the moping boy in the next seat over. It appeared as if the phone fiasco had brought him to attention. Hal couldn't help but chuckle at that.

Hal than sent a text to the grey eyed teen. He had done some minor business and such with the boy in the past and felt like keeping his as a possible contact for the future would only be helpful. He doubted it could hurt. Besides, he needed to get some pages for the Yen Sid Ear from the kid as the first issue was due t come out soon. He opened his phone, shot out a text, and then returned the phone to the pocket in his uniform jacket. He than turned his attention back to Vicky, the grin still plastered onto his face and his anticipation making him anxious. He always loved a good laugh and this was going to be more than a little funny. Oh the fun it would be.

[Victoria Hart]

Victoria had begun to doodle in a notebook she had, nothing too exciting just a picture of Hal and her as rulers of the school chopping off the heads of the disobedient members of the school. And those with tacky clothes. She felt her phone vibrate just as she was finishing her crown and smiled taking out her phone. She blushed at his message. He was such a naughty boy. She liked. She wrote a note on the edge of the page so she would remember (not that she could forget) and folded it over. Then she texted him a quick reply and smiled. She looked over at him, catching his eye and winked. She then texted the twins and put her phone away.

This class was extremely boring. The guy just kept talking, and talking and talking. Was he even speaking english? She tapped her pencil a few times then continued to doodle. Just then she saw a paper ball whiz across the room and hit someone. Then she saw another one. She was so not getting involved. Unless someone hit her. Then it was off with their head.

[Hal Fuoco]

Hal read the reply from Victoria and laughed. She had taken the bait beautifully and now his plan could go into action. He couldn't wait to see what would happen. He had a feeling it would prove to be quite amusing. He slipped his phone back into his jacket and turned his attention back to the elderly teacher.

Everything remained boring until a wad of paper flew past his face and barely missed Victoria. He bit back a laugh and turned to see who it was. He recognized one of the culprits as Hatter, a senior he admired for his work. He also recognized one of the boys as Hatter's apprentice. He believed his name was Peter. This was usual behavior for them two and by the looks of it, Hatter had a new apprentice under his wing as well; a freshman by the looks of it. How like Hatter to befriend and corrupt the innocent youth of the Academy.

Hal had admired Hatter from his first day at Yen Sid and had been trying hard to get him on his side. Hatter consistently refused, insisting he worked for no one and that he did what he did for fun, not profit. Hal was upset he would never have Hatter on his side but he could never help but admire his handy work. Hatter did do him favors every once in a while and for this Hal was grateful. Hal did have to wonder though. Could he possibly take over one of Hatter's apprentices and make the boy his once Hatter was gone? It was a possibility but they would have to prove their worth. Paper balls at a "princess" was one thing but Hal was looking for far more.

None the less, Hall laughed as another ball of paper flew past his head and in the direction of Victoria. She was getting angry, as anyone could tell, and this made Hal laugh more. Schadenfreude! You had to love it. Hal went back to taking notes, getting a laugh once in a while from another wad of paper. He guessed Hootford had seen it but found it funny as well. Hootford was not one to snitch or punish and this is why Hal liked him. This would be a fun class. He could tell.