EFate: An MMO Story Chapter 4: Vice President

"Careful!" Eric snarled as he looked up from his phone. A tall boy with a pale face and a bad case of acne had appeared in front of him. His thick eyebrows nearly reaching his short, military style hair as he stared down at him, as if appalled that Eric could be angry with him.
"Shut it, Kingsley. We've been asking you for weeks for your consent forms for graduation. If you want to be allowed to walk, you need to consent to being on the holotape shown on VirtuNet." The boy snapped, clearly angry with Eric's tone. Eric sighed, running his hands through his hair.
"Sorry Kurt, it totally slipped my mind. I was up kind of late last night," Eric tried to explain. But Kurt cut him off.
"Oh yes, watching G3 I'd imagine. Come on, Kingsley. Everyone except YOU has given in their forms. Make sure you've got it tomorrow or I'm going to have to involve the administration." Kurt said in a threatening tone. With that, he turned and hurried off in the other direction, doubtless to one of his many after school activities. Why anyone would actually want to remain at school once cla.s.s was over was anyone's guess in Eric's book. But as long as it got Kurt out of his hair, he was happy.

With a sigh, Eric trudged over to his locker, pausing briefly to stare at the equations and scribbles adorning the exterior - remnants of last minute studying for tests he'd barely studied for - before opening it up and grabbing his bag from inside. He knew he shouldn't be angry at Kurt, even if he was a p.r.i.c.k, he was just doing his job as the vice-president of the student council. 'Still, did he have to be such an a.s.s about it?' Eric wondered as he moved through the halls towards his bike, tied as it always was to a tiny tree next to the bike racks.

Jumping on, he kicked the rusty kickstand a few times before it disengaged and made quick work of the ride home. His parents wouldn't be home until well after supper, which meant he had plenty of time to plan a way to get his mother to sign the consent form without turning it into a discussion about his future plans. He still hadn't told them that he'd accepted an offer for a major in game theory and design, and he felt strongly that it would be best to keep it that way for as long as possible. In the meantime though, he could at least content himself by browsing the web for any sc.r.a.ps of information about Fate. A prospect that cheered him up greatly. By the time he made it home, Kurt's intrusion had been almost forgotten as Eric dashed upstairs to continue where he'd left off before Kurt had accosted him.