I Fence with the Blue Haired Idiot

                                    

                                          
-Jackie Messi- 
                          
HE HAS TO KISS ME LIKE THAT?! OH MY DEAR LORD!! WILL HE GRAB MY WAIST LIKE THAT AND PULL ME IN FOR A DEEP KISS?! WHAT AM I SAYING?! UGH!! My face is red and the guy is laughing about them using protection. Ugh. It's not even funny!! 
                          
We were walking to my Perception class.  It was dark and brooding. The ceiling was black and the walls were a dark purple, like a gem color. The ground was black and the board was a black chalkboard. The desks were like nothing I've seen before. The outline was black but the physical surfaces were see through purple. I could see my feet from where I sat but it looked purple. The lights came from lamps on the ceiling which also emitted purple lights. I would be surprised if I left and everything didn't look purple and black afterward. Soon, a young beautiful lady marched in. She wore a tight black shirt that fit her shape and stopped an inch above her knee. She wore a black button up shirt with a collar and it was long sleeved. She wore black high heels. She had gentle silver glasses and red eyes. Her skin was pale and and hair white from everything except the top which was grayish black. She looked to be about 23 or 24, even though she was 5'5 thanks to her high heels. She wore her make up well, with eyeliner like the Egyptians.  Her eyes were big like an owls. Her nails matched her outfit. 
                          
"Good morning, class. I hope you are prepared to leave your dumb childish shenanigans at home because here, you are all adolescents. I don't expect you to be adults. But I don't expect you to cry the moment someone steals your pen either. You are all extremely intelligent do I expect you to act like it." She said. Her voice was hypnotic and powerful. I soon looked up to see a young man with a confident smirk walk in. 
                          
"Hey, beautiful." He sat on her purple desk. 
                          
"You're late." She said coldly. 
                          
He lifted her chin with a smirk. "Don't be so cold, honey." 
                          
She rolled her eyes. "Class, this idiot is my apprentice." 
                          
He pouted. "Meanie!" 
                          
She muttered. "Anyway, today, I will tell you the rules. I don't care how much it pisses you off. If you don't like it, leave the class right now." 
                          
I really shouldn't have been laughing but nobody in the class could help it. The guy started walking out. 
                          
"Hey! Jazz Wilson, this does not include you!" She scolded. 
                          
The black haired boy shrugged innocently, letting his straight hair fall over his eye. His black glasses enhanced his soft blue eyes and look well with his light skin. He had a grayish blue sweater that showed his white shirt and tie that matched his sweater. He had blue jeans and dark sneakers. He was taller than the professor by a bit. When he came back, he kissed her head. "Professor Utbild, your class." 
                          
She blushed a bit but faced them. "The rules are simple. Don't give up. Don't share information. Don't sell yourself short. Don't  ever lie. Lies get you no where. You lie, you die." 
                          
"And if you sell yourself any shorter, you might finally make Professor Utbild feel tall." Jazz said calmly. 
                          
She growled at him and grabbed some papers off her desk and passed it out. It was a lists of the things we would learn during the year. I passed a paper to Zander and he just turned it over. 
                          
"Aren't you going to read it?" I asked raising an eyebrow. 
                          
He mumbled and said, "I'll read it later.." 
                          
Professor Utbild said, "class dismissed." As we left, I caught a glimpse of Jazz kissing her. Man. All these teachers have boyfriends and I'm still barely able to make friends. 
                          
It was hard to look at anything after leaving the Perception class. It took a while for my eyes to adjust and for everything to stop looking purple. We soon arrived at my Amazon class.