"Ohayo," Angel greeted her friends as she entered the classroom.
"Angel!"
Friends ran over to the door to pull Angel in for a group hug.
"Angel! I really missed you during the summer!" Bia squealed.
"Me too," Angel laughed.
"What have you been up to this summer?" Clara asked.
Angel was released from her friend's hug to answer. "I um, well, I just went to the beach for some fresh air."
"Awww, and you didn't invite us?" Bia pouted.
"Wa li," she smiled.
Clara chuckled. "Well , at least you had fun, right?"
Angel nodded but yelped when Jane suddenly came up from behind and slapped her hard on the back. "Jane! What was that for?"
Jane smiled at her short friend. "For not bringing me along with you. Did you go all by yourself?"
Angel smiled sweetly at her friends. "Kind of. I actually visited someone I know that lives by the beach," she told them the perfected lie she mastered the day before.
"Angel!"
The said girl turned around smiled widely at seeing the familiar red hair. "Justin!"
Justin came up and pulled his old friend in for a big bear hug. "Hey, how was your break?"
Angel hugged back before pulling herself out of his grasp. "Good, yours?"
Justin shrugged. "Not bad, though it would have been better if we hung out."
"This kid here still did pretty well at the tournament," Jane commented as she threw an arm around Justin's shoulder, "My karate tournament took place in the same place as the kendo tournament so I watched all his matches."
Justin smirked as he also threw an arm around the tomboy's shoulder. "And we both got first place!"
"That's nice to hear but you guys better go back to your seats before I decide to give you detention."
The two friends turned around to come face-to-face with their orange-haired homeroom teacher.
Jane scowled. "Jeez, Ichigo, what's wrong with celebrating a little?"
Ichigo glared. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me 'Walker-sensei' during school? And I don't give a shit if you guys won the noble peace prize. Go back to your seat; class already started."
Justin released his friend and pulled Angel along with him to their seats by the window.
Jane stayed in her spot and placed her hands on her hips. "Jeez, what's up with you and your fucking attitude? Did a girl dump you over the summer or something?"
Ichigo rolled his eyes before gently smacked Jane on the head with a folder he was holding. "Don't be an idiot. I just didn't get enough sleep because I had too many papers to grade. Now go sit down before I get even more annoyed." Jane glared at him before going to her seat. Ichigo quickly went to the front of the class and started attendance.
Angel kept her eyes down on her desk even when Ichigo called out her name. "Hai," she responded, and Ichigo quickly continued down the list. She didn't think there would be a problem, but her face became really warm the moment she saw Ichigo standing close to her when he first entered the room. She couldn't stop thinking about what's been going on the past week before break was over.
Ichigo, too, kept his gaze off of Angel during the entire class. When he first called out her name, he had to clear his throat from constricting and had to call out the next student right away. She had it easier since she just had to lower her head to hide her blush, but it wasn't so easy for him since he was the center of attention everyday in class. Lucky bitch, he thought to himself.
For almost the entire time last week the two did nothing but fight and make out. It became a routine that they soon started sleeping in the same bed since most of their heavy make out session lasted until late at night.
Fight during the day and make out at night.
It was the perfect system for them.
Of course that was until break was over and they now had to face each other while in school.
"Ne, Walker-sensei, did you finish grading our midterms yet?" a student asked.
Ichigo pulled out a stack of paper and waved it in the air. "I did get it finished and I have to say at least half of you guys did well while the others just bombed the test. Those of you who got lower than 50% should really meet up with me to figure out how to bring up your grades. You guys are in your third-year which means you won't be able to graduate this spring if this keeps up."
Most of the people in the classroom let out a groan.
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Shut up and just come up here when I call your name. First up, Tan Justin," he called out.
One by one student stood up from their seat and came to the front of the classroom to get back their midterms. There were groans of disappointment and squeals of joy coming left and right as each student looked at their grade.
"Bushū Angel."
"Hai," she replied before getting up and going up to the front.
Ichigo handed her her paper and smirked. "Not bad," he whispered.
Angel raised a brow before turning around and going back to her seat. The moment she sat down she looked at her grade and smiled. There as a red 96% on top of her paper.
Ichigo never allow her to grade her own paper so she finds out her grades the same time as all the other students. And they were mostly a full 100-percent which was enough to keep her position as the class-rep.
Angel flipped through the pages of writing when a small note at the corner of the third page caught her eyes.
Oi, midget,
Next time remember to actually read the books before the test. I saw you cramming this all in the night before using the internet as a reading guide. I won't be so nice next time.
—Ichigo
Angel couldn't stop a smirk from breaking out as she folded the paper and shoved it into her bag, making sure nobody saw anything.
"Alright, if anyone of you guys needs to complain, email me or wait until tomorrow. I'm going to be busy with preparations for the festival, so don't bother me," Ichigo told the class before looking at the class rep., "And come to my office during lunch, Bushū."
Angel looked up and nodded, "Hai, sensei."
Ichigo nodded back before turning around and writing on the board. "Okay, starting this new trimester, we're going to study tragic stories. Now…"
A small moan came from Angel's lips as she ran her fingers through the orange tresses, getting a low growl in return.
She forced her eyes to open and look towards the door. "We really should stop," she huffed, "Somebody might come in—"
"The door's locked," Ichigo replied as he continued harassing her creamy neck.
Angel lightly pouted. "Still, I don't want to take any chances."
Ichigo stopped his exploration on her neck and came back up to glare at her. "You sure do know how to ruin the moment."
Angel smiled. "I just love making your life miserable," she teased before leaning down to slowly kiss his lips.
It was lunch time, which meant Angel was supposed to be in Ichigo's office to discuss about the upcoming festival.
Note the key word: suppose.
The moment Angel entered his office Ichigo immediately closed it and locked the door. She would have been shocked by his sudden action, but decided it wasn't necessary since deep down she was kind of hoping for something like this to happen.
He turned her around to kiss her on the lips. It continued for several minutes before they finally pulled away since they really needed to work. He led them to his desk and he sat down on his seat. But the moment Angel sat on top of his desk Ichigo couldn't stop the hunger that grew from within him and so he claimed her lips again.
And thus leads them back to where they were now. Angel was still sitting on his desk while he was still in his seat. The two were slowly kissing, not as passionately as other times but more sweet and caring; weak enough that they can pull away from each other without feeling too flushed but strong enough to make them want to continue as long as possible.
Finally, Ichigo pulled away but not before gently sucking on her lower lip one more time. "We could just wait to finish this planning thing at home. It's not like it's going to make much of a difference."
Angel laughed. "No way. When we're home we just do one of three things: one, we go do our separate work: me and my homework and you and your grading; two, we start bickering with each other until we're about ready to rip each other's heads off; or three—" she paused for a moment to lightly brush her lips against his lips, "—we make out to the extent we don't give a shit about anything else."
"Che, why are you making it sound like it's a bad thing?" Ichigo asked.
"Who said anything about it being 'bad'?" Angel answered, "I enjoy it just as much as you do."
Ichigo smirked as he unwrapped his tight grip around her waist and sat back on his chair. He looked up and peered at the clock. "Well, we only go ten minutes left before breaks over. What do you want to discuss about during then?"
Angel jumped off the desk and this time just leaned back against it. "Well, I guess we can discuss about the finances for the festival."
Ichigo nodded as he reached over to one side of his desk and pulled out a paper. "Andrew gave me an updated list of how much we are allowed to use. And there's some stuff the school still has from last year so you shouldn't buy something we already have. Take a look," he handed her the paper.
"This looks good," Angel nodded, "I guess our class can set up the café without too munc difficulty."
"Yeah about that," Ichigo scowled, "I heard from some staff members that you and the student council already discussed about it before break started?"
Angel nodded. "Yeah, why?"
Ichigo closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. "And I heard Jonny proposed the idea."
Angel suddenly figured out where he was going with this. Her expression became something similar to his. "Yeah," she groaned.
"And the others agreed to have your class go with it?" he asked, hoping beyond hope it wasn't true.
But Angel just couldn't lie. "Yeah, Jonny's idea was accepted."
Ichigo groaned as he limbs fell to his sides and his body sagged on the chair. "I'm going to kill that bastard."
Angel looked at him and giggled. "You really don't like the idea, do you?"
Ichigo shook his head before pulling up a heavy arm up. Angel pushed herself off the desk and went to sit on Ichigo's lap as his extended arm came around and tightened around her waist. Angel buried her head on top of his hair as she ran one of her hands through it. Ichigo held onto her and took in her sweet scent with each breath. "You do know what he's going to do, right?"
"I know," she whispered, kissing him on the forehead, "Don't worry. I'll try and talk to Fernandez-sensei about it."
"Too late," Ichigo groaned, "That pansy already made all the important stuff."
This time Angel groaned as she buried her nose deeper in his hair. "Then looks like there is something to worry about."
Ichigo chuckled as he pushed his head back to look directly into her violet irises. "I'll just kill Jonny later."