not the most roomantic class [closed]

This class was so absolutely boring that Dakota thought she might lose her mind, if anyone else around her didn't try and lose it first. Of course, she knew that the school's most esteemed math teacher could read minds as well. He had to have known just as much as she did how tortured the students were; and how strange some of these people's thoughts could get...

There was one red-head nearby, his mind stuck on some chick's short shorts and tapping his foot away into oblivion.

What small entertainment she did get were from the self-made philosophers.

'Ive never met an honest, good-natured individual who said “only God can judge me.'



Some guy was bitching to himself about how he missed his blade and his serafuku, whatever that was.

The Spring let out an audible sigh and buried her head in her arms, as the many thoughts and the teacher's lecture droned on.
How much worse could it get?

Dakota hardly managed to pull her head off the desk long enough to glance back up at the white-board and scratch a few more etchings onto her notepaper before burring her face back in her desk, trying to enjoy the comfort of the darkness. It still did nothing to block out the aimless thoughts of those around her, but it helped to be able to see nothing but black whilst everyone else' daydreams tried to crowd into her own mind. "Kill me already." She murmured. The whole point of Beata was to learn how to control your power, wasn't it? But things weren't getting any better for her. The Spring wished her gift had some sort of off switch at least.


As much as she tried to lose herself, she still picked up on the teacher's sudden hesitation, her emerald eyes shooting up and shooting the professor a curious look. Mr. Wilson seemed almost... off his game? She wasn't sure how to describe it. As a fellow mind reader, he didn't make it easy to pick up on any of his own thoughts, and she was content in not trying usually. It only served to made her head ache. And yet curiosity continued to bite away at her. He was always so formal and stoic-

She gasped. She gasped a bit too hard and choked on her own spit, suddenly doing her best to avoid a small scene as she regained what air she could. In an instant, things became way too clear for comfort. Her eyes slit and darted over to where another young woman sat, all perfect and pretty. For a moment, Dakota doubted herself, wondering if she'd heard the stranger wrong, but the longer she focused in on her thoughts, the brighter her face burned red.

The math teacher had seemingly wrapped things up quickly then, dismissing the class before the bell. The majority of the students stood then, in a rush to leave and throw their poor math-books in the trash presumably. She stayed behind, staring daggers into the girl's back, daring her to make a move... or just think another - ... This was all so unbelievable.

An uncomfortable chill was sent down her spine as the girl didn't seem to pay anyone else mind at first, looking on towards the teacher with some rather inappropriate intentions. For a moment, Dakota had to stop and seriously wonder just how far this woman was willing to go, even with all these other people around? Even with her sitting there? Perhaps fortunately for her, and the Professor himself, she didn't seem to find much entertainment in waiting - and decided to save it all for another day, not that putting it off would be better.

Perhaps less fortunately for her, the girl's attention had snagged on Dakota instead - and she... she was seriously thinking -?! Her face flushed a burning red and her green eyes darted around uncertainly. Kota and this girl? Was she seriously that self absorbed? The Spring furrowed her eyebrows, pulling and kneading away at her dress, fighting her way through the sudden onset anxiety.

Dakota knew exactly what the fiddled with her shirt, when she leaned over ever-so-precisely over her desk, and she promised herself she wouldn't be caught up in whatever stupid show she was running. Her emerald eyes flickered back towards the stranger. And immediately flickered downward for a split-second, but her resolve was not swayed! ... It couldn't have been.

"W-What? No! ... I mean, yes!" The words came stumbling out of mouth. "You should know," she spat, sitting up a little straighter, at least attempting to size the woman up. "With the way you look and the way you -" Kota paused, catching herself and peering over to the end of the room, where Mr. Wilson and several students still stood, suddenly conscious that they might hear the two of them.

She shut herself up, glaring the other way.