Chapter 16

"Oi."

Maybe she was just tried or something. After all, she had to stay up most of the night finishing up her homework.

"Oi! Why are you ignoring me?!"

Or could it have something to do with what she ate this morning? Even though Ichigo taught her how to cook, she still ate nothing but junk food because she didn't have enough ingredients at home.

"OI!"

Maybe she should get a check up—

"ANGEL!"

"WHAT?!" Angel snapped back. It was then she realized where she was.

It was already lunch period and she was in Ichigo's office, with the man himself glaring at her with great intensity. "I've been talking to you for the last few minutes but you've been ignoring what I've been saying!"

Angel blinked before shaking her head to get rid of whatever daze she was just in. "Sorry but I got a lot of things on my mind."

"Well you better start paying attention." Ichigo shook his head in disappointment as he went through a stack of papers. "Anyways, I'll give you the information about the festival so make sure to—"

"When did she come over?"

Ichigo stopped in the middle of his search before turning around to stare at Angel who cut in the middle of his sentence. "Huh?"

"Jane," she continued, "When did she come over to your place?"

Ichigo stared at her before smirking. "Why? Jealous?"

His questions suddenly threw her off. Angel quickly retorted by crossing her arms across her chest and glaring off to the side. "Psch, as if."

Ichigo chuckled as he returned to the papers. "I met her while working out at the gym I go to on Sundays. She was with her dad who used to teach me karate when I was a kid. So they both came over to my place and that's when she brought up the topic of the festival."

"Oh," was all she could say as a reply, suddenly feeling stupid for feeling bothered by it.

"So you can go tell your classmates not to start any stupid rumors," he added, "I hated them when I was a student and I hate it even more now."

Angel nodded her head as she grabbed his chair and sat down on it. "So what did you want to tell me about the festival?"

"Just a second, I know I left it here somewhere…"

Angel sighed. "You're clean at home so why can't you keep things organized here?"

"Shut up," he groaned, "I just have way too many papers here."

That's when Angel peeked over his shoulders to see exactly what kind of paper he had on his desk. "Are those the ones I graded?"

"Yeah, and some more shit," he said before looking at her with a grin "By the way, you are coming over tonight, right?"

An eyebrow slowly rose up as Angel tried to scoot back with the chair. That grin was really annoying her. What the hell does he have planned behind it? "Maybe…?"

But Ichigo leaned forward, dangerously close to Angel's face. "Because tonight things just might get ugly."

"What are you talking about?"

He pointed to a large stack just behind him. "We need to grade that."

"WHAT?!" she jumped up and ran over to the huge stack. "Why the hell are there so many papers this time? This stack is more than what we've been doing so far…times five!"

Ichigo chuckled. "It is. Two of my other classes had some stupid dumbasses that wouldn't do anything I tell them to do so I decided to assign the entire class a report on one of Japanese most famous poems."

"Eugh," Angel groaned as she continued to scan the stack. "This is going to take forever."

"Not if you stay up all night," Ichigo teased. She turned around and glared before stomping on his feet. "OW! What the fuck?!"

"That's what you get for assigning something as stupid as that. Why do something you're going to regret?" she huffed, crossing her arms in front of her again.

Ichigo glared. "Sorry but that's what teacher's have to do in this day-and-age." He sighed as he finally located what he's been searching for. "Here"

Angel took the paper from his grasp and scanned it. "Okay, I'll talk this over with the class before I go to the student council meeting." Angel folded the paper and placed it in her pocket. "So I'll see you tonight?" she sighed in defeat.

Ichigo nodded again. "Yeah. See you later." Angel quickly left Ichigo's office to join her friends for the remaining few minutes of lunch.

The rest of the day went well…better than expected.

Angel  was able to turn in all of her homework, even though she spent most of the weekend slacking off. She got praises left and right from her teachers. Heck, even Montes-sensei was nice to her.

In fact, when she got back her first calculus pop quiz she got her very first 100 percent in his class!

Angel nearly jumped out of her seat when she got back her quiz.

"Psst. Oi, Angel!"

"What?" she asked with a smile.

"What you get?" Justin whispered, "I didn't get mine back yet."

Angel proudly displayed her paper, earning her a groan from her childhood friend. She smiled proudly. Maybe she should make Ichigo dinner again this weekend? After all, he did help a lot. He actually stayed with her for hours-on-end, teaching her and giving her short cuts to solving the difficult calculus problems.

But that wasn't important at the moment. Angel just couldn't help giggling the more she looked at the red '100 percent' that was circled with a red marker. She didn't even care when she heard Justin groaning in defeat behind her.

"I'm pretty disappointed by your overall grade on the quiz,"  Noe said as he returned to the front of the room. "There was only one student who got a full 100 percent." He paused to look at Angel and raised an eyebrow when he noticed she was still smiling at her paper, "And it was the most unexpected person at that."

He turned around and wrote '55 percent' on the blackboard. "This is the class average," he announced, earning him a collective groan. "And this is the lowest and highest grades." He wrote down (Angel's) 100 percent and a 3 percent right below it.

"Phew. And I thought I was fucking bad," Justin snickered, looking at the red '15 percent' on his own paper.

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