Chapter 4

"..."

Silence.

Everyone turned to stare at Angel who was still staring at the orange head like he had another head.

"Class rep?" Andrew called again.

Justin leaned over his desk and lightly tapped his best friend on the shoulder. "Oi! Angel!"

Angel jerked to attention and quickly stood up. "H-hai."

Upon hearing a familiar name, Ichigo froze before slowly looking up. It can't be... Before he could finish his thought process the very person he was thinking about was standing in front of him and staring at him with the same amount of disbelief.

Their eyes met.

Andrew eyed her suspiciously before speaking. "I want you to help Walker-sensei today. He doesn't know everyone yet and I'm entrusting you to be a model student in front of your fellow classmates."

Angel looked away from Ichigo to lightly bow at Andrew. "Hai, Fernandez-sensei."

Andrew nodded before patting Ichigo on the shoulders. "They're all yours," he said before walking out, making sure to walk over Jonny unconscious form.

Angel slowly sat back down, keeping her eyes glued to the ground to avoid eye contact with Ichigo again. It wasn't until Angel finally sat down that Ichigo was able to look away and open the attendance book. He cleared his throat and started roll call.

Angel sucked on her empty juice box thinking over the events of the day. Not only was Ichigo her new literature teacher, but he was her neighbor-teacher. Not to mention the fact she went to his apartment yesterday.

This cannot be happening, she inwardly groaned while running a hand through her dark hair.

"Oi, Angel, you okay?" Justin asked as he sat down in front of her.

Angel nodded as she continued playing with her juice box.

It was lunch time and like always, Angel was sitting in the grassy field next to a huge tree with her friends sitting around her.

"So, how did you guys like that new teacher?" Justin asked.

"Che, he looks weak," Ivan Wanton snorted.

"But his hair is beautiful," Aaron Stewart said, flipping back his glossy hair. "I wonder where he got it done."

"Nowhere because that's his natural color," Jane announced.

Everyone looked at her in shock, except Angel. She was just thankful she was sucking on the empty juice box just then or else she might have said what Jane just said. Thank you Kami!

"Is that even possible?" Bia asked. "Isn't he Japanese?"

Jane nodded. "I think his mother was a half English or something like that. One of his sisters has light brown hair."

Angel immediately thought back to the pictures she saw back at Ichigo's apartment. "How old are his sisters?" she asked.

Jane tapped her chin while thinking. "I think they're around two years younger than us. They're fraternal twins. I remember playing with them a lot. His sister Megan and I would always think of new ways to annoy Ichigo," she snickered.

"Ahhh, I remember those days," Jonny said, smiling up at the skies as tears streamed down his face in memory. "He used to beat me up because I would go through his father's medical books about sexual autonomies."

As Jonny continued rambling on and on a loud 'beep' ran across the school campus.

"Will Angel Bushū of 3-2 report to the staff room? Will Angel Bushū of 3-2 report to the staff room?" Someone announced through the intercom.

"Well, that's me," she said as she stood up and dusted off her skirt.

"What did you do this time?" Justin smirked. "Beat up another underclassman for flipping up your skirt?"

Angel rolled her eyes. "Please. If something like that happens again, I'd beat up that kid so he'd never be able to speak again." She picked up her empty lunch box and handed it to Jane. "Can you put this back in my bag when you guys go to class?"

Jane took the empty bento and nodded. "No problem."

With a quick "thanks," Angel ran back into the school building and made her way to the staff room, which was in the third floor. It only took her a few minutes to run up the stairs and finally reach the room. Before entering, Angel stopped in front of the door and took in several deep breaths to control her breathing before sliding the door to the side and walking in.

"Um, excuse me. I was told to come here?" she called out.

"You sure are fast, Bushū," Andrew said before nodding his head to the side. "Please go help Walker-sensei with organizing his class lists."

Angel stiffened. "E-excuse me?"

"What?" Andrew raised an eyebrow. "I thought I asked you to help the new teacher this morning. Did you already forget?"

"N-no, no!" She shook her head. "I'll go right now." Without looking back, Angel quickly stepped away from Andrew and made her way to where Ichigo was shuffling through stacks of paper. "Ano, Ichi-Walker-sensei?"

Man, did that taste foreign in her mouth.

Ichigo stopped in the middle of this scavenger hunt when he heard the unexpected and somewhat creepy voice. He cautious looked up only to see Angel looking down at him. "Angel?"

Upon hearing her name come out of his mouth so casually, Angel narrowed her eyes while speaking loudly in a fake, high pitch tone. "Sensei, do you need any help? As the number one student in my class, it is my duty to help out as much as possible." Angel paused for a second to see several teachers looking her way and nodding their head in approval. But as Ichigo kept staring at her like she was crazy, she quickly pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed her eyes. "I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner, sensei. But my fellow students needed me to help them. But I guess it's not a good enough excuse since you won't let me help you. Gomenasai, sensei. I promise to do much better so please stop looking at me like that," she sniffed.

Now he was irritated. "What the fuck are you-"