Ancient Greek History (Class)

[Asher LeBeau]

It was early enough in the morning that the tiny woman was still drinking coffee and looked neat. She had on a knee length skirt with knee high black boots, her favorites, and a white button down shirt that showed the outline of the wing tattoos on her back, if you looked close enough. Unlocking the door to the room, she left it propped open and set down her papers on the desk, looking around the empty room for the moment. It would not stay empty long, she knew, but she enjoyed the moment before looking down at the papers.

Today was Ancient Greek History, a lesson she enjoyed fully since she loved the ancients. It wasn’t cheery all the time, which was something she loved about it. She didn’t bother with sunshine and rainbows, just facts but with her own little spin on it. Sighing, she picked up a piece of chalk and using a flowing script, wrote neatly the class title on the board as well as the day’s topics underneath, just to the left.

Standing behind the desk, she looked down the list of names, reading each one silently, moving her lips before she looked around the room at the tables that were arranged, two per table. She preferred her students work together if need be, but she expected this to be a small class at the moment. Most people hated history and Asher hated history textbooks. They were all wrong anyways.

Striding to the back of the room, she leaned casually against the back wall, waiting patiently for her students to arrive.

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[Elysia O'Broin]

She thought she was late when she breezed in, all out of breath and slightly ruffled. Her alarm had been set the night before, to ensure she wouldn't oversleep like she usually did, but it would figure that she would sleep through it now that Kisa was gone. The other girl had always made sure Elly was awake if she hadn't responded to the shrill screech that was her alarm clock yelling that she get her ass up; so when she finally rolled over to look at it after a rare full night of rest, she'd nearly had a heartattack.

Elly paused in the doorway, breathing still heavy as she took in the near empty classroom and gave Asher a sheepish smile. "Top 'o the mornin' to ye," she said by way of greeting and hustled to a desk near the back. "I see I was worried for naught, huh?" she added, voice smooth and devoid of the thick accent that marked her for her heritage.

Dropping her book bag onto the floor beside her, she ran her hands through her wet hair and scowled at the ends; it would be curly when it finally began drying. Elly hated when her hair curled, and so yanked the hood of her black sweatshirt up over head haead to hide what was to come, wiping the excess water off on her jeans.

[Adonis Matthews]

He did not want to go to class. Especially not History class. There were too many books, too much reading, and it was way too early to get up. So he had been determined to sleep through it. Nice and cozy in his bed, where he wasn't in pain, wasn't dizzy and could pretend that he wasn't anywhere that anyone could find him.

He was delusional to think that would work. Especially while he was in Ro's care. That sleep stealing harpy... He thought, as he slowly shuffled his way to class, still too pale, too dull, too broken to get by without notice. He was sure everyone had heard by now anyways. That the blond whore that couldn't do anything right tried to kill himself. That he couldn't even get that right. That he was just a fucked up failure who wasn't needed anymore.

Yet, even through that she still had forced him to go to class, even though he insisted that it wasn't any good for him to even show up, because he'd fail anyways. Math and Science he got alright. But English and History? Fat chance of him passing with any sort of decent grade. It didn't matter the era, to him it was all the same. The dates he got alright, but what they were attached to was hard to figure out, so he never could put them all together into something that made sense.

All of the arguments he had given had been rendered invalid, so he had eventually gotten up and started getting ready. Not like he had much to wear, as he needed to do laundry, but he had found enough things to pull together a decent outfit. A plain white Tshirt with a dark gray long sleeve shirt underneath, and his blue track jacket on top of it, sleeves carefully down over the bandages, the zipper halfway done. His hair was a mess, and not a purposeful mess either. No gel, no nothing. He knew he looked like hell, which, for the moment, was fine. He felt like hell. He wanted to disappear.

He shuffled quietly down the hallways, books held loosely under one arm, just barely avoiding tipping out of his grasp, not caring if he was late. He didn't want to go, so why should he bother being on time. He wasn't even able to wear his contacts yet, his eyes still ached from leaving them in during his suicide attempt, so his glasses were perched precariously on his nose. Adonis halfway figured that before he made it to class they'd fall off. Perhaps they'd break then, and he wouldn't be able to go to class because he couldn't see. Rowan couldn't fault him for that, could she? If it was an accident...

But no, he somehow made it to the classroom, and early at that. He barely bothered to glance at Asher and Elly in greeting to them both, not saying a word to either of them as he took a seat near the back, staring at the tabletop, but not really seeing it. It had to have been disquieting, for he knew that normally he would have said some sort of sexual thing to the both of them, and tried to oogle them both. After all, when did he ever pass up two beautiful females? Never. Not unless something was seriously wrong.

Needless to say, there was something very wrong with him. Nothing that classes or time could iron out perfectly. There'd still be wrinkles. Adonis tugged at the sleeve on his left arm nervously. He wanted this day to be over so he could crawl back into bed.

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