The Diary Of My Imminent Doom

Chapter 4

A/N:

Hola! How's things?

So, I finally got those four characters! Thanks to the people that bothered.

Anyway, Gazzy may seem a bit OOC in this chapter again. Let's just say it's highschool hierarchy getting to him.

So, I was reading Forever last night, and you know what I noticed? How girl crazy Gazzy actually is. I was like: woah. So yeah. Sorry about the wait, but y'all didn't submit stuff fast enough. Anyway, it's slightly longer than normal, I think, so it's all goods.

Enjoy!

7/8/15 (the second part)

Dear Diary,

This is the moment we've all been waiting for.

The moment I've been building up to my entire life.

This.

Is.

SCIENCE!

Apparently my class only has, like, ten people in it, which is really weird, but kinda good, I guess. We get to do more experiments, so I don't ask questions. The teacher wrote all our names on a piece of paper, and we're drawing our partners out of a hat.

"Hey. Mind if I sit here?" Even though the person wasn't talking to me, I still turned my head. And holy damn. There stood a girl. I mean, I've never really cared about girls before, the only ones I've known being Max (who is taken by Fang and five years older than me), Angel (incest, anyone?), and Nudge (the only eligible option, but that's just...weird). But that doesn't mean I don't notice when I see a hot one. This probably sounds really weird coming from a twelve year olds mouth, but whatever. Iggy's rubbing off on me. She had this long blonde hair and was tall and had green eyes. I looked back at my worksheet, chewing my pencil. See, diary, I'm not as bad as Iggy, I'm not THAT girl focused.

"Hey, Gazza! Don't mind if I do," Ross snagged the seat beside me. Jason looked put off.

"Dude, I always sit there!" He complained.

"We're choosing new partners anyway," Ross replied. Jason sat down in a huff behind us. I heard Ross mutter something.

"Uh oh. TOD alert," he cursed. I paused in my work.

"TOD?" I questioned. Ross turned to me, exaggeratedly gesturing for me to keep it down.

"The Trio of Doom. Balza, Spittal and Grant," he explained.

"Balza, Spittal and Grant?"

"Courtney, Adrian and Peyton. I'll let you figure out the rest." The trio waltzed in, and took seats near the back. Adrian and Peyton had the same hair style. That was where the similarities ended. Peyton had dark blonde hair and brown eyes, was tan, and Adrian had black hair, green eyes, and freckles across his nose. Courtney was like a real life Barbie. Jeez.

"Okay, class. Partner choosing time!" Mr Reynolds said enthusiastically. Everyone groaned.

"Ross, you're up first!" Ross groaned quietly, before standing and walking to the front. He dug his hand around, different expressions twisting his features.

"Ooh, this feels promising...ow! Damn, paper cut...hmmm...maybe this one..." The rest of the class snickeredolled their eyes/glared.

"Aha!" He pulled out a name. He opened it, and his face soured.

"Oh, man. Can I choose again?" He asked hopefully.

"No, Ross. Who'd you get?" Mr Reynolds asked.

"Courtney, malady! You and me are gonna be buds!" He exclaimed. Courtney looked at Mr Reynolds.

"I agree! Can he choose again?"

"No. Adrian!" He held out the hat. He reached in, and quickly grabbed one out. He groaned/sneered. Imagine a mixture of both.

"Nevaeh Privett. What a pleasant surprise!" He crowed sarcastically. Nevaeh's eyes popped.

"Oh, you're joking! No fair!" She moaned.

"Stop whining, Privett. Jason, you're next."

"Hmm. What if I get my sister? What if- oh. Back to that question: what if I get my sister?" He waved his sheet around in the air.

"Then you are with your sister," Mr Reynolds replied.

"Come on, Jade! You're with me," he patted a seat beside him. I grinned.

"Gazzy! You next."

"Oh, well, uh, okay," I said, drawing out a name. "It's, uh, Kaci. Kaci Waller."

"That would be me!" I turned. She looked like a super short version of Courtney, but with a real tan and freckles. This could be interesting. I truly hope she's a lot different. But I have a feeling she won't be. I took a seat beside her.

"And that leaves Peyton and Rebekah," So that's her name. "Get to know your partners! I'll be back in five minutes," Mr Reynolds said, rushing out of the room.

"Okay then."

"I'm Kaci, but you already know that. You're Gazzy, right? Weird name," she stuck out her hand. I shook it.

"Uh, yeah. I'm actually known as the Gasman, for pretty obvious reasons, but everyone just calls me Gazzy," I explained, rubbing my neck awkwardly.

"Well, Kaci doesn't mean anything. Why'd you move here?" She said, still smiling and bouncing in her seat. Gee, how much energy does this girl have?

"My parents are, uh, missionaries. They're on a...mission," Good one, Gazzy. The missionaries are on a mission. "I'm staying with a friend. Friend's parents. Parent." I winced. What the hell? She laughed. Then her expression turned serious.

"Okay, I really love science, and if you screw up my grade..." She trailed off threateningly. I looked up.

"I like science, too. Well, pyrotechnics, but yeah..."

"You're not serious. Confirmed pyro right here!" She exclaimed.

"For real? You like blowing stuff up too?" I asked. Screw what I said about her before. This girl is awesome!

"Well, I'm not very good at it, but yeah, I like doing it," she said embarrassedly. Is that even a word, diary? Damn, I should do this online. At least it has Spellcheck.

"Hey, I can teach you some stuff," I blurted out. Gazzy, Gazzy, Gazzy...eh. She seems nice. Some friends outside the flock would be nice.

"That would be cool. Look behind you," she added in a hushed voice. I inconspicuously (I hoped) looked. And snorted. Ross was arguing animatedly with Adrian, who was talking to Peyton, who was nodded occasionally, raptly listening to Rebekah explain something to him. Nevaeh was talking to Jade and Jason, while Courtney tried (and failed epicly, I might add) to get Peyton and Adrian's attention. Haha, no. When the door opened again, everyone went back to facing the front. I tried not to laugh.

"So! Turn to your right. No, you turn to your left...End two! Next two, and the other two are groups. You will be working in fours to burn your elements and record the colours. Simple, yeah? Get to work! Rebekah, you and Peyton can just be a two" I glanced to my right. And winced. Why, diary? Because sitting there, smirking and scowling in all their glory, were Nevaeh and Adrian. Joy. I think I muttered it out loud, because Kaci grinned. We sat there in silence. If you replaced Adrian with Ross or Jason or, heck, anyone else, even JEB, then it would be better than this.

"So. I'll get the Bunsen Burner," Kaci quickly stood up and walked off. Lucky. I turned to the other two.

"So, Navaeh," Adrian began.

"Nevaeh, Spittal. Get it right, will you?" She spat back.

"Right. Nevaeh. So...you got any plans for this weekend?" He asked. That's right, I'm pretending to be fourteen. So these people are all older than me. Ugh. I have to deal with their drama, now, I guess.

"Yep. And next weekend, so don't even ask," she retorted. I decided to try conversation.

"So...do you have any pets?" I asked randomly. Do you have any pets? Good work, Gaz. Great. They eyed me weirdly.

"Uh, yeah. A dog," Adrian said cautiously.

"A cat," Nevaeh answered shortly.

"Polite pair you two are," I muttered. Holy crap, I totally just sounded British! Adrian snickered. Then realised he'd just been insulted.

"Why thank you. I do try," Nevaeh replied in an equally British accent.

"You can do it too!" I said.

"Mhm. Bet ya he can't," she pointed at Adrian.

"Five bucks," I answered. Please, Adrian...

"You lose, Nevaeh. Have some faith, would you, love?" He said. Both of our eyes went wide. Then Nevaeh's eyes narrowed.

"Don't call me love."

"Whatever you say. Love," he added mockingly.

"Yo, stop being British and help me get the other stuff!" Kaci called. Nevaeh stood up.

"Right. Nice talking to you! Bye!" She drawled. Adrian lowered his voice to a theatrical whisper.

"That's the nicest I've ever seen her. Probably doesn't wanna give you a bad impression." I raised may eyebrows.

"Is that what you're doing, then?" I asked, widening my eyes at him dramatically. He widened his back.

"Of course, bro. Cause once you've met the real me, you'll probably never talk to me again," he explained casually.

"Is everyone at this school messed up?" I threw up my hands.

"Not everyone. Only ninety nine percent." I pointed, and waved my other hand.

"That's what he said!" I exclaimed.

"I believe it's that's what she said," Adrian cut in, raising his eyebrow. I shook my head.

"No, that's what Iggy would say. Ross said that before," I replied. He frowned.

"Taylor said that? Damn, I've gotta go wash my mouth out. Hey, Rebekah, gimme that bleach!" He stuck out his hand as she walked past. She simply smirked at him.

"Finally realised that you needed to unsee certain things?" She asked.

"No, just give it to me-" he reached for it. Since Rebekah was still slightly taller than Adrian, she held it out of his grip with ease. I raised one hand as he made a close miss.

"Here, Rebekah. Pass it to me, I'm a freaking giant," I said. She chucked the can, which probably wasn't very safe, but whatever. I caught it, anyway.

"Aw, no fair. You're real tall!" He moaned. I smirked at him.

"I'm only, like, two inches taller than you, man." Holy crap, I totally just wrote mam instead of man. Lol! Thank God I'm writing in pencil.

"Only two inches?" He gaped. I shrugged.

"Well, four point four centimetres, if you wanna be specific," I supplied helpfully. Rebekah held up her palms, and I threw the can neatly back to her. She jerked a thumb at Adrian.

"Good luck dealing with Alien here. Trust me, you'll need it." Then she spun and walked to her desk. Like a freaking badass. The last time I referred to something as badass, something caught fire. Oh, crap, what have I done?

"Ay, Gazzy! Get your ass over here!" Nevaeh yelled. I screwed up my face, and heard a laugh. Ross, Jason and Rebekah were chuckling by their desks. I stuck out my tongue, before heading back toward my doom. Hey, I named this thing The Diary of My Imminent Doom. Well, it was really a really long acronym which I can't remember. Maybe it's already coming true? Kaci was hunched over a test tube.

"Okay, this is the...potassium. Who's writing this down?" She asked.

"You know oxygen went on a date with potassium? It went OK," I cracked. Kaci barked out a laugh, while Nevaeh groaned. Adrian looked clueless, as usual.

"What?" He asked. Our eyes rolled. Imagine if our eyes actually, like, rolled back in our heads. That would be gross and awesome, cause you could see inside your brain...

"Seriously, though. Whose writing?" We exchanged glances. I raised my hand.

"I'll do it," I replied. When she put the rod into the flame, it turned a deep red orangey colour. I scribbled it down. Kaci leaned over to inspect it.

"You have to write two words. Can't you at least do it neatly?" She groaned.

"Nope. You know, the reason I'm telling bad science jokes is cause all the good ones argon," I replied. She smirked.

"Whatever. Next up is...Rubidium," she observed. My eyes popped.

"They're letting highschool kids, well, screw that, they're letting fourteen year olds touch rubidium?" I exclaimed. The others looked at me strangely.

"Is that bad?" Adrian asked, taking a sip of water while Kaci prepped the beaker. I waved my hands at him.

"It's the third most explosive alkali element after caesium and francium!" I blurted. Comprehension dawned on him. Or so I thought.

"As in, Paris France? The country?" He questioned. I slapped my forehead. What are they teaching in schools nowadays? First BEDMAS, then they let us use freaking rubidium, which would normally be awesome, but these guys have zero experience. Like Adrian, who was drinking. Beside the beaker...holy crap.

"Adrian. Back away from the table very slowly," I began, eying the water. Adrian saw it.

"What, you want a drink?" He asked, holding out the water. The rubidium was sitting in an open beaker, right below him.

"No, just..." Nevaeh cut me off.

"Just do it, Spittal," she said. Be like Nike! I shot her a surprised look. She rolled her eyes.

"It's rubidium. I'm not a total dummy," she defended. I raised my palms.

"Not saying you were. Now-"

"Shite." Adrian had dripped water down his chin, and was wiping at it with his hands. He shook them out. Oh my god, is this boy brain-deaf?! How stupid is he?! The three of us made hissing sounds.

"What? It's just water," He shrugged, flicking it to the side. I watched in horror as the droplets flew through the air, dead on course for...dun dun dun...the rubidium.

"Duck!" I yelled, diving under the nearest table. I felt Kaci and Nevaeh do the same. I heard the sparks, and was sprayed with water as it exploded. I stuck my head out and peered at Adrian through squinted eyes. His hair was blown backwards, and his arms were thrown up over his face. He lowered them cautiously.

"What the hell was that?" I chuckled nervously.

"Well, there is a reason the bar blew up when rubidium ordered a glass of water." The girls groans could probably be heard in Antarctica.

Lunchtime. I made it through my other classes without dying. I saw Iggy in the line.

"I swear I just heard someone spitting," he observed. I looked ahead at the food. Oh god. That's edible?

"At least you don't have to see it. Gross," I mumbled.

"Ah, Gasman. I can hear it," he muttered sadly.

"Hey, Gazzy, right? Impressive explosion. Adrian's pretty dumb, huh?" Rebekah said from behind me. I spun. Dumb? Is she serious?

"Dumb? You're joking, right? Adrian? No, he's obviously the next Einstein," I retorted. She grinned.

"Yeah, it's pretty obvious. Don't worry, he's also an egotistical, cocky player whose guaranteed into the football team, or basketball. I can never remember which," she flashed a wry smile. "Of course, Adrian can never remember which either, since he thinks he's so fantastic at everything."

"He sounds like a great guy," I replied.

Rebekah winked, before saying one last thing. "Oh, and Gazzy? Stay away from the meatloaf. It's not really meatloaf." With that, she waltzed away. Leaving me thinking two things:

1. Dang, she's hot.

2. If the meatloaf isn't meatloaf, then what the heck is it?

"Is she hot? She sounded hot," Iggy commented. I sent him an exasperated glare.

"Dude, don't even think about it. She's wayyy out of your league," I chuckled.

"So that means she's light years out of yours?"

"Oh, shut up, you know, I really think you-"

"Ig, I really think you should stop arguing about girls and order your food," a guy with white hair said from behind us. I turned around (again! One of these days, I'm gonna get whiplash. You heard it here first), and examined him. He was about an inch shorter than Iggy (which is pretty impressive, seeing as Iggy's almost 6'2), with these piercing blue eyes. He literally looked like Jack Frost from Rise of The Guardians. I waved a hand.

"Hey, stop checking me out and start checking out the menu," he quipped. I just stared at him.

"Take a photo, it'll last longer," he supplied helpfully. Iggy was mirroring my expression. Twinsies!

"Are you two related? And no, this isn't the start of a bad pick up line. You look really similar." Iggy recovered before me.

"Brothers. This lil' pal's in freshman year," he said, slapping my shoulder.

"I don't recommend the meatloaf. It's not really meatloaf."

"I know," I snapped. He raised his eyebrows.

"Smart freshman, eh? Let me give you some advice, bud, being smart around here doesn't get you any friends. It's a shark eat shrimp world out there. And right now, mate? You're the shrimp."

"Thanks. I love being called a shrimp when I'm two inches taller than everyone in my class," I replied hotly. But really, what the hell? Shark eat shrimp?

"I'm David. Watch out, shrimp-o," he gave a five finger wave-y thing, then walked away. I grabbed a tray, and piled masses of the first thing I saw onto it. Iggy raised his eyebrows.

"What's got you so annoyed?" He asked. I kept shovelling.

"That guy. I don't like him," I explained. He snorted.

"No kidding. But really, I know somethings off."

"How?" I insisted.

"You're stocking up on the meatloaf." I looked down. Uh oh. I dumped my tray, and got a new one.

"There we go. No problem."

"That lady looks like she'll have our head, and pull out your brains through your nose, and stuff your skull with spices, like the Egyptians do," he supplied. I looked at him.

"I think schools doing you bad," I concluded.

"Grammar," he tsked.

"C'mon. Let's go find a seat."

"Hey, I'm sitting with my new friends. Find your own," he shrugged, then headed off in the same direction as David. That traitor...I scanned the crowd for the rest of the flock. Angel and Nudge were sitting on their own. I internally chanted. Be a loner or lose my manhood? Be a loner or lose my manhood? Of course, I chose option B. I headed over there.

"Hey, Gazzy! How's highschool?" Angel asked happily.

"Dandy," I replied, sitting down next to her.

"I met all these new people, and they're so cool, and-" I leaned over the table and slapped my hand over her mouth.

"Nudge. Stop. Rant to your new friends about Josh Green," I said. Her face lit up.

"Yes! We can all go together!" She beamed. I tried to backtrack. No way did I need more preppy teenage girls around.

"Uh, well, I think that we should, well, really, ummmmmm..." I trailed off.

"GAZ!" Ross yelled. Oh no. If these guys meet...

"Hey," I said glumly as he sat next to me. Jason came over and took a place beside Nudge.

"Hi," he said to her. Then to me: "Hey, nice explosion!"

"Thanks, but really, blame Adrian," I said.

"Nah, it was hilarious. Can't give him credit for that." And then who decided to come over? Kaci!

"Hiya. I'm Kaci, and since I'm pretty sure these two haven't introduced themselves, that's Ross and the other one's Jason," she introduced. She sat on the other side of Nudge.

"Did y'know, Adrian actually got us an A, for showing the reaction of rubidium with water," she went on. My eyebrows rose.

"Seriously? This is Adrian we're talking about, right?" I asked in disbelief. She nodded.

"Yep. The very same one. Anyway, who're your friends?" She questioned. Oh, right. Nudge and Angel were here. I remembered that.

"Oh, uh, this is Angel, my...twin sister, and that's Nudge, who's staying in the same house as us," I explained.

"Yeah yeah yeah. We were wondering if you wanted to come check out the concert at the mall. It's just random bands playing, and they're saying Josh Green might be there-" Nudge cut Ross off.

"Gazzy, you are going to that concert, and can we come too? Yes? Yay! Then we don't have to go out and randomly walk around to try and find-" I reached over (again! My hand is getting freaking sore) and clamped my hand over her mouth. She pulled it off.

"Okay, okay. Point taken. But I'm coming," she said.

"Great." We ate lunch for another twenty minutes, before heading off to our last classes. I'll skip history, because it's boring and I don't even know why they teach it. I mean, who wants to know about what a bunch of dead people did when they were alive? Who cares how we came to be like we are, it just matters that we are. Huh. That was pretty speech-like. I should join a debating team!

"English, why must thou torture thy so?" I whined. We were learning poetry. Poetry. Only emo kids like Fang write poetry! When will poetry help you in life? When you're beating up Erasers? Saving the world? Um, no. I don't think so.

"You will write a poem about your first day of school, Andrew. Everyone else, write about how your year has gone. Everyone okay?" Mrs Roberts asked. She was real nice, but the poetry made me hate her. I chewed my pencil thoughtfully.

"Poetry is dumb," Ross groaned.

"I know. It's like, who needs to express what they're feeling on paper? Man up and do it in the real world!" Jason complained. Kaci shoved them.

"Aw, you guys. Poetry is meant to express emotions, and describe beautiful memories from the past," she gushed. We all burst out laughing.

"Yeah, okay. Ooh! I got it," I exclaimed, grabbing my pencil forcefully.

"Woah, take it easy, mate." I started writing.

My First Day Poem (very original title)

First I thought the door said number two,

But then it turned out to be the wrong room,

In maths I sorta think I mighta pissed off the teacher,

Now she probably thinks I'm a pretty horrid creature.

In science I was with the i***t Adrian,

Who blew up the class using rubidium,

Then I met this absolute oaf,

And I was so annoyed that I got the meatloaf.

After that I had history and got some good sleep,

And now I'm writing poetry instead of counting sheep.

So overall today I'm not feeling real happy,

And I'm pretty sure of all my days that this has been most crappy.

By The Gasman

I held it out proudly to the others. They cracked up. Mrs Roberts came over.

"Andrew, maybe you would like to read your poem to the class, if it's so hilarious?" She asked. I nodded.

"I completely agree. This stroke of genius should totally be shared." I stood up and cleared my throat. All eyes turned to me.

"So, this is a poem about my first day of school. Enjoy!" I read it out. Mrs Roberts looked disapproving, and everyone else was laughing.

"Andrew, you may be seated," she said. I gave her a salute.

"Yes ma'am." So, hey. Maybe poetry isn't so bad after all.

So, rubidium is supposed to be really explosive. Also, if it's small enough, it can just cause small explosions, so if you're a chemistry nut, don't go all science-y on me.

I'm really into chemistry jokes at the moment, so look forward to more in the future.