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Desperate Heart

By Sanomi

Chapter Five: Can�t Help But Pretend

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�Ohmigod, did you hear about the new substitute? He�s, like, so unbelievably good looking! And so young! I, like, hear he skipped a bunch of grades in school or something.�

�Really? Then I really hope I, like, get him in one of my classes! What�s he teaching?�

�Yeah, Ms. Emisan had, like, a mental breakdown, or something like that, so he�s subbing for the rest of the year!� The girls squealed happily.

�What!?� I demanded automatically. Ms. Emisan was my English teacher!

The girls stepped back in fear, and I sighed inwardly. Why was it that I always seemed to scare people?! I didn�t even try most of the time! AAaaarg.

�Um, are you sure about the new sub?� I asked carefully, making sure not to be intimidating.

A girl spoke up, she appeared to be the leader. �Yes, I�m positive.�

I frowned thoughtfully. Weird to have a new teacher halfway through the year, but oh well.

I walked away still pondering what that would mean to my homework load, and heard the girls now giggling. Christ, but don�t they have short attention spans. A minute ago they were scared stiff of me and now they�re drooling over some hunk, probably that new teacher.

�Hey, ya made another conquest.� Genrou�s sly voice intruded upon my thinking.

�What?�

He hooked a thumb in those girls� direction. �Them, o�course.�

�What are you talking about?� I was looking at him like he�d lost his mind.

He raised an eyebrow. �You didn�t notice? They won�t be able to talk about anythin� but you for a week!�

I shook my head. �Genrou, have you been drinking again? If anything, they�re talking about the new sub we�ve got.� He didn�t look surprised when I mention the sub, so I assumed he�d already heard.

Genrou stared at me. �You really don�t know?�

Now it was my turn to raise an eyebrow. �What are you talking about?�

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He blinked. How could Saihitei not know? Genrou felt confused. Either Sai was very stupid or very unobservant.

The man had his own fan club, complete with a Male Faction for crying out loud! (Genrou would know, since he�d been plied daily for information about his friend.)

He supposed he could see why they obsessed over his friend. Sai did have a lot of the things that people admired:

Item #1: Vivid, amber eyes that seemed to pierce the soul;

Item #2: Thick, luxurious, dark chocolate brown hair (if a little long and messy);

Item #3: Flawless ivory skin, aside from the scars (Does the man ever see the sun?);

Item #4: Tall, dark, and handsome, etc, that old clich�;

Item #5: Somewhat dangerous (Suppose that�s kind of a thrill...);

and Item #6: Very Mysterious.

............

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Dammit, when�s Kouji going to come??!?!?! Genrou thought frantically to himself. What have I done to deserve this? It�s too much temptation to be surrounded by all these hot guys--well, a only a couple are all that yummy aside from Sai, but I can�t count him and a few is enough and how long am I gonna hold out?!?!

I hate teenage hormones, he thought disgustedly.

......

Time to bring out the ol� tried and true.

Ah, porn, how would I survive without you?

Mwahahahahahahahaha!! (chokes)

Good thing the walls in his house were soundproof and he had a TV plus VCR in his room.

Ahem. Meanwhile.......

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I snorted as Genrou went from looking surprised to thoughtful to completely spaced. His thoughts must have gotten away from him...

Well, whatever. I was going to class, and I might see this new substitute.

I dragged Genrou off to their classroom, as we shared first period as well as having the same lunch.

A couple other students were there, looking about as curious as I felt about the new teacher. But there wasn�t anyone else there aside from a few students. Well, there was still a while to go; the warning bell hadn�t even rung yet.

I flopped into my seat beside Genrou and got out my stuff. I pulled out a required reading book and worked on that until the bell rang. We all looked up as the man entered the room.

He didn�t look remotely like a teacher.

The man wore black slacks with actual sneakers and had on a dark blue shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows and the top few buttons undone. Light brown hair with some blonde streaks in it from being in the sun, cut somewhat short but a little shaggy and bangs that flopped over his eyes. Soft mahogany eyes. A kind smile. So utterly likeable.

Gods. There�s no way he would last a month.

Unless he was tougher than he looked. The nice ones usually never lasted long...

Well, he looked really young, so young he could have passed for a senior, and he was handsome, so maybe the girls would take him up and help him out. But then again, they could prove to be quite a temptation... That�s how we lost last year�s Calculus teacher.

I wanted to like him. Really I did. So much so that it made me uneasy.

I never got over my inherent distrust of people in authority. From long experience, I knew that whatever they did, it was always to help themselves.

But when he looked at the class and smiled with genuine warmth it made me wonder...

�Good morning everyone!� he said cheerfully. �I am Mr. Houjun Ri, and I�ll be your teacher for the rest of the year, since Ms. Emisan has decided to retire.�

Genrou and I exchanged glances. So it was true that she�d finally cracked and had a nervous breakdown.

�So if you�ll just get out three sheets of paper and pen or pencil we�ll begin.�

Everyone sighed and got out the required items. Time to start the school day...

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After school, I said good-bye to Genrou and headed off to my homeroom to serve my detention.

Grrrr.

A detention for BREATHING LOUDLY?! Bastards.

I got at least one detention every week. Why? Because they were all afraid of me. And fear makes people angry, and angry people try to get back at the person who made them angry.

So they gave me a detention at each opportunity they got. Or they made opportunities... Breathing too loud, my ass.

Which, frankly, was rather silly since they were too afraid to be in a classroom alone with me. So normally they leave me to whatever cleaning they decide is appropriate and leave. They always seem surprised to find me thwhenwhen they return. Che. Like I�d give them another chance to get me suspended. Which the principal would looove to do. I don�t know what the hell he has against me, but the second I graduate I�m keying his car. Jerk.

So I opened the door to the classroom, and for some odd reason the new teacher was there. I blinked. �What are you doing here?�

He smiled pleasantly. �Mr. Cathwell asked me to take care of your detention for him because he had something urgent to attend to.�

I raised an eyebrow. �Mr. Cathwell does nothing but pretend to teach and watch Dr. Phil.�

Mr. Ri�s grinned wider. �And I can see why you get detentions.�

Frow at at him, I shrugged and said, �Well, what do you want me to clean?�

�Actually I was hoping you could help me grade these papers.� The teacher chuckled a little. �Ms. Emisan didn�t leave things in the best of order.�

I gawked at him. Hey, don�t laugh! I was shocked, okay?! �You want me to grade papers??�

�Do I have to repeat myself?�

I glared and crossed my arms stubbornly. �Cathwell must not have warned you about me.�

Ri smiled again that little enigmatic smile of his that was starting to get on my nerves. �He told me about you. Saihitei, right? He did warned me to be careful.� He shrugged. �I looked through your record and of all your years of schooling you have yet to assault a teacher, so I don�t really think you�ll start now, will you?�

�Um.� I blinked at him. �Sure...�

�Sit and start grading these tests, would you? Here�s the answer sheet.�

So we sat at his desk, me grading tests and him doing whatever it was he had to do. I glanced sidelong at him. What a weird teacher. Did he ever stop smiling?

After a while, he tapped me on the shoulder. He was holding one of the papers I had graded. �Why did you give this person such a low score on the essay questions? It�s the effort that counts.�

I looked over the test quickly and replied, �I don�t see any effort.� I peered disdainfully at the answer. �His grammar is awful. Plus, he doesn�t say anything but what happened during the book and that it was good. There was no evaluation involved.� I glanced at the english teacher and saw that he was grinning again. �What?�

�You are much smarter than you let on, aren�t you?� Grin grin.

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�Stop smiling already!� Saihitei snarled and slammed his pen down on the desk. Houjun was taken aback by the young man�s fury.

The student grabbed his backpack and stalked out, slamming the door shut behind him.

Well. No wonder the teachers are afraid of him if he's that volatile.

Houjun rifled through the papers Saihitei had been working on, and then sat back, smiling bemusedly.

All the tests were graded.

He chuckled. That young is is quite something.
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