I'm SO sorry for taking so long! But look, I updated! I've been crazy busy with school, honestly. I had all my worst subjects this semester. Next semester I have mostly art related stuff (art, music, etc.) so I should have a lot more free time. Music class doesn't make you write essays.

But enough excuses, I'm reeeeally sorry! To make up for my absence I'm updating this and my Reincarnations phanfic, and you can expect another update by sometime next week. Also every phangirl reading this gets to hug Erik.

Erik: I don't remember agreeing to this!

Chapter 15

"So…I guess you should just follow me around for the day?" Kristina suggested awkwardly.

"That appears to be our plan," Erik agreed. He dipped his head to her. "Well then, our schedule for the day is in your hands. Lead the way, petit ange."

Kristina grinned at the gesture and led the way to her first class, science. Erik followed silently, leaving Kristina to wonder what he was thinking. One thing she knew for sure was he wasn't enjoying the amount of people drifting through the halls. Whenever anyone came near them Erik would flinch and watch them out of the corner of his eye until they were out of sight.

"Erik?" She put a hand on his shoulder and he jumped. "Don't be so freaked out. No one here is going to do anything to you." She smiled. "And if they do I'll beat them up for you."

"Indeed, you're intimidating enough to frighten off any potential attackers," Erik said. Kristina was pleased to see her remark made him smile.

At last they stopped in front of a door. Kristina turned to Erik and held her palm towards him, giving him a look. When she saw that he wasn't getting her message she explained.

"Hand over the Punjab lasso," she said, trying to keep a commanding and stern tone in her voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Erik denied quickly. "I left it back at your house."

"Erik," she said warningly. "You're not going to have to kill anyone at school."

"It can't hurt to keep one with me just in case," Erik insisted stubbornly. "It's bad enough that I have to surround myself with people, but to leave me without any form of defence? That would be cruel of you."

"Fine," Kristina sighed. "Just keep in mind that if you do lose your temper or use it on instinct, you're not the only one they'll cause trouble for. Guilty by association and all that."

Erik nodded. "I know that." He didn't say any more but Kristina could see his mind working, thinking.

"Let's go in now, ok?" she suggested, pulling him back to reality. Erik nodded and followed Kristina into the classroom.

"And who is this?" Mr Nichols, Kristina's science teacher asked, watching Erik follow her in. Both him and her classmates were staring curiously at Erik, no doubt wondering about the mask. Erik shifted uncomfortably under their gaze.

"This is Erik. He's a transfer student form France," she explained when she saw that Erik wasn't going to introduce himself. "Here's a note from the office. He has permission to follow me around for a day to get used to routines and stuff."

"Well then, welcome Mr Satie," Mr Nichols greeted him, reading the name off the paper.

"Merci." Erik managed to say, his yellow eyes darting warily from one side of the classroom to the other.

"What's with the mask?" Kristina heard someone mutter under their breath. Erik stiffened.

"It's a medical thing," she explained, glaring directly at the person who had asked. They flushed and turned away. She turned back to Erik. "Come on, my seat is over here in the back."

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"Your teacher is an idiot." Erik concluded as they left the classroom.

Kristina stifled a laugh.

"I'm serious!" he insisted. "He's twice my age. I knew more than he does when I was a child!"

"Teachers only know what they teach. The questions you were asking are far above the grade we're learning. Besides, not everyone can be a brilliant child prodigy in everything like you," she said teasingly. Erik flushed.

"Erik didn't mean to brag, he was only stating his opinion," he said defensively. Kristina laughed again. "So what class is next?" he asked, seemingly trying to take the conversation of his showing off during science.

"A class I'm sure you'll love," Kristina assured him. She waited for emphasis, then exclaimed, "Drama!" Erik grinned.

"This should be enjoyable. As long as your dramatic arts teacher isn't as much of an imbecile as your science teacher," Erik added under his breath.

Is Kristina's drama teacher an imbecile? Will Drama class be fun? Why was Rose too lazy to write what happened in science class? Erik!

Erik: I don't see why you always jump accuse me whenever anyone throws their voice in your direction.

And I didn't write about it because it was a boring class. Anyways, find out in the next chapter of Phangirl or Lover? !

Authoress Note: Attention readers of Phangirl or Lover! If you want the next chapter to be put up you need to help me with something. Everyone can enter their idea and the winner gets a cameo in my story! Aren't I such a generous authoress?

Erik: Being too lazy to make up your own ideas makes you generous?

…Yes. Anyways, here's what you need to do. I need everyone to think of a funny situation that Erik and Kristina would have to act out for a game during drama class. Also, a quick description and a name so I can put you into the next chapter.

Leave a review with your entry and whoever comes up with an idea Erik and I like most wins!

Erik: I'm actually going to have a say in this?

Not much.

Erik: I thought not.