The Academy For Mythical Creatures discussion
There was the slam of the Math classroom door opening, its hinges squeaking in protest. “WHY AM I ALWAYS GETTING SHOVED?! IT’S RIDICULOUS! AND I HAVE YET TO CLEAN MY LOCKER THIS YEAR! WHO KNOWS HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE RUBBED THEIR FAT ASSES ON IT?! UUUGHHH! I KNEW I SHOULD’VE BROUGHT CLEANING SUPPLIES HERE! BUT NO, I LEFT THEM AT HOME!”
The shouting came from one person and one person only.
Eddie Kaspbrak. And he seemed quite annoyed—per usual.
Of course it was Eddie.
No other boy on this planet would be fretting about the fact he left his cleaning supplies at home.
No other boy on this planet even owned his own cleaning supplies.
"EYYYYYYY! SPAGHETTI BOYYYY!" Beverly waved at him from her desk. "COME SIT NEXT TO ME!"
Eddie groaned. “Hi, Bev. For the 5 thousandth time, stop calling me spaghetti boy. Has Richard started a trend? I’m so done with you.” The vampire growled, hissing lowly as he regretfully sat down next to the red-head. “Say one more word and there will be pencil led stuck in your eyeball. No matter the health conditions it may cause.”
"Awww....I know you secretly like it when I call you that." She reached over and ruffled his hair, smiling. "Anyway, yes, Richie's nickname has become a 'trend'." She made air quotes at the word trend. "Although I use that word loosely as I'm the only other one who's joined in, except for Stan." She ignored the pencil to the eye comment, used to Eddie's threats after hearing them since she was thirteen. She pulled out her math notebook and flipped to the correct page. "By the way, the janitor keeps extra supplies in the third closet on this floor so....yeah."
Eddie’s bat wings flapped behind him for a moment at the physical contact, which often happened anytime someone merely just as poked him. “I don’t. I hate it, so stop calling me it.” After that, he muttered, “Third closet…first floor…incognito initiate..” and a lot more incoherent words. Still muttering, he grabbed his book and opened it, pulling out his materials.
“Review for exponents and close to the end of class we’re doing a see-what-you-know.” Eddie responded, elbowing her when he managed to hear the giggling. His wings folded inward once he laid back in his seat.
She quickly resumed flipping through her textbook, so it seemed like she hadn't done anything at all.
“Don’t call me—OW! HEY! I FELT THAT!” Edward snapped. The vampire was—again—pissed off. Growling, he bared his fangs, his brown-grey eyes shifting to a blood red. Closing his eyes and covering them in sheer embarrassment they had shifted colors so suddenly, looked back at his paper and snatched up his pencil, jabbing Marsh on the shoulder harshly.
She let out a sudden squeak as he jabbed her with the pencil. "Ouch!" She narrower her eyes, but gave a small sigh.
"Okay, okay, I deserved that..." She gave Eddie as last boop on the nose to have the final "word" and finally found the correct page for the class.
"...I wonder where the teacher is." She mused out loud.
The brunette glared at Beverly. “I know what you’re thinking. You have that one look on your face and I really don’t like it. So, yeah. You did deserve that. And if the teacher doesn’t get here I’m skipping. I have somewhere to be anyways..” ‘Wow. Eddie Kaspbrak. Skipping? Go me.’
She frowned.
"Wait a minute...You? Skipping? THE Eddie Kaspbrak is considering SKIPPING?" She grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him. "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY SPAGHETTI LOVING NOODLE BRAIN!?"
“In all honesty? No, I don’t.” Eddie retorted, then lurched forward as Beverly snatched him by the shoulders. His wings flared out and flapped at her hands. “Get off me, you water beast! Ew, ew, ew! LET ME GO RIGHT NOW BEVERLY MARSH! YES, I’M CONSIDERING SKIPPING!”
"You wouldn't happen to be skipping to meet someone, would you?"
Kaspbrak glared at her. “Would you prefer me to call you sea slug?” He asked sarcastically. ‘Uh oh. Oh NO. She has an idea. FU-’
“MEETING SOMEBODY?! Who would I even be meeting up with?”
"Wow, somebody's hiding something. You DEFINITELY are meeting with someone, who is it? Is it Richie?"
“Yeah, well slug fits you more. Wait—wait hold on—Richie Trashmouth Tozier? No way in hell I’d see him! I don’t…I don’t even know if he attends this school..” Eddie had whispered the last bit under his breath, hiding his face from view.
At each of Beverly’s sentences, Eddie got more ticked off. His eyes went an even darker red then before and he turned to face her, avoiding the strong urge to bite her arm. “You are so lucky I don’t drink straight blood like every other vampire..” He hissed lowly. “Because it’s a no to all of those. Plus you know…my mom would kill me. I just have a—“ He sighed. “I have a D- that I have to get up in Science.”
“Because I’m not a full vampire. Half.” Eddie replied, his tone deeper then usual, but even if Beverly were to just barely whisper, Eds probably would have heard her mutter still. “And I don’t need tutoring. Open your math book, this is math, not science.”
‘I could say no, but what’s the backup? If I say yes, my grade could get raised, my mom won’t call the school, I’d get an extra ticket to do something for once in that shitty, dusty old son of a-’ “Fine.” Eddie gave in, now staring blankly at the sheets of paper that lie in front of him. “But just this once.”
“Calm. Down.” Eddie rolled his eyes. “And what did I say about touching me with your slimy fingers? I can smell your breath from here.”
“Empty classrooms usually have a bunch of dust. We could go outside. But why are we discussing this? If the teacher isn’t here we can just get ahead on work.” Eddie shrugged. “And yes, your fingers are slimy.”
"Okay, so, what is it that's tripping you up in science?" She asked, ignoring the slimy fingers comment.
Eddie grumbled something before handing Beverly his book. One of the pages had full incorrect answers. “I don’t get the food web or building. It’s stupid. Why are humans on the top, anyways?”
I DIDN'T REALIZE IT WAS MY TURN FOR SOME REASON-))
Beverly glanced through the pages of his book and raised an eyebrow. How? Just how?
She knew it was better to keep that thought to herself though.
"Okay, I assume you understand what the food chain is, right?" She didn't wait for an answer and kept going. "Humans are at the top because we're..." She paused, trying to figure out hoe to word it. "We're basically the top predators, I guess. Plus we eat everything else all the way down the chain."
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Aha. There it was. Once Beverly said ‘eat everything else all the way down the chain’, Eddie practically jumped out of his shoes in horror and looked at his legs—having wearing shorts, per usual—as if checking for bite marks. “WHAT? SEE! I DON’T GET THAT! WHY?! HOW?!”
Beverly started laughing and she flipped to a picture of the food chain. "Oh my gosh, calm down Eddie!" She covered her mouth to muffle the nonstop giggles and pointed to various animals. "I mean look! Humans eat cows, crocodiles, most birds, pigs, rabbits, even bugs! That's why we're at the top of the food chain."
He practically gagged, turning a shade of green in the cheeks. Even his throat itself was tinted green. “Oh my future COFFIN! That’s DISGUSTING! I don’t mind the blood after its been filtered, but eating the whole ANIMAL?! CAN THEY EAT VAMPIRES?!” Eddie looked about ready to straight up fall out of his chair and pass out.
Eddie actually had to stand up quicker then a hyper-active dog given a treat and crouch at the nearest trash dispenser, covering his mouth. “Oh my fucking Hell, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fu-“ He stopped and glared at Beverly. “JUST BECAUSE IT’S ‘CONSIDERED’ CANNIBALISM DOESN’T MEAN THEY WOULDN’T DO IT! THE VAMPIRE HUNTERS OUT THERE PROBABLY DO IT! EW, EW, EW, DO PEOPLE EAT THE ANIMAL TONGUES?!”
This,
would be why,
he was failing in that subject.
Barely able to avoid puking in the bucket that was in his grasp, Eddie stood up and tried to not imagine it—yet just by mishap he did and then he quite literally puked out his small lunch and probably a canister amount full of blood. “EW!” He shouted, grabbing a tissue and wiping his mouth in complete disgust. The vampire cringed. “YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME SEE MY FOREVER-COFFIN EARLY, BEVERLY MARSH!”
Beverly wanted to laugh so hard at his yelling, but almost threw up herself. "Oh gross..." She muttered, not wanting to be insensitive, but also highly disgusted. "Go rinse out your mouth or brush your teeth, Eddie. Otherwise the acid you just threw up with eat away at your teeth." She winced. "And no, I'm not kidding."
With a roll of his eyes, Eddie growled. “No shit. I know the complications—and if the math teacher doesn’t get here I’ll be gone brushing all the way down my throat for an hour.” He replied, sitting down. Every time he inhaled he cringed harder, eventually getting to the point where he started spraying some weird perfume-looking thing into his mouth but it had ‘antibacterial’ written all over it. Well, not really, but knowing Eddie it was something along the lines. Eventually he pushed Beverly out of her seat. “Don’t talk to me about food chains again.”
Cowering like a turtle, Eddie scrunched his nose up at the smack. “Fine. Whatever. .. .Can we go to the fair or something?” He asked, opening a bottle of hand sanitizer he just remembered he had on him. The scent of fresh pine leaves spread over the room when he put it on his hands.
“I’m going to highly regret saying this, but,” He stood up, grabbing his things after purposefully putting hand sanitizer on Beverly’s hands. “Surprise me.”
Silver walked in looking around hoping Sara the girl she met in the halls isn’t in her class also. She said down on the front.
"Why are you following me?" Silver ask, she turn to Grant "Hello, I'm Silver!"
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