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An Extra Lesson Or Two Ch. 3An Extra Lesson or Two Ch. 3
As soon as I got home, I walked into the kitchen to grab a drink, and I felt something rub against my calf,
"Hi Blaire." the cat jumped up on to the counter, and sat down.
"How was your day, Maka?" Normally people would be freaked out by a talking cat, but I can't expect less than that in a place like this.
"It was good.. I guess?" I paused to remember today's festivities.
"A normal day." I took a sip from my glass of water, trying not to expose my lie. Blaire shrugged it off, just like she would any other day, and asked for her food. I gave her some tuna and patted her head. I walked into my room with my backpack slung over my shoulder and my drink in my hand. I tossed my bag onto the floor, and sipped again from my water. I sat in silence, mulling over the possibilities of why Stein would do that; something so out of the blue. I mean, he is very attractive, and he's nice, and caring… his hands are so soft, and.. He's a really good kisser. Dammit, Maka! Ge
An Extra Lesson Or Two Ch. 1Chapter 1: An electrifying feeling.
The bell rang for our next class and i slowly got out of my seat and bashfully walked towards our teachers desk. Soul, Black Star, and Tsubaki all stood in the door way after the rest of the class had already exited.
"Maka, you comin'?" Soul asked, almost walking out the door with his impatience. But I was focused on one thing.
"I had some questions about todays lesson, Professor..." I said shyly, hiding behind my books. Tsubaki spoke over Black Stars shoulder,
"I guess not..." she giggled, then kissed Black Star's cheek before beginning down the hall. Black Star bumped shoulders with his companion, due to his shock in Maka's response, Soul was frozen staring at her, while she was only focused on the teacher in front of her, sitting smugly at his computer.
"Come on, man. She's just got a few questions." but Soul still lingered a bit before stepping away.
"But she never has questions..." feeling a pang of jealousy, he walked down the hall next to his
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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