Sometimes you get that feeling. It's the one where you feel like time is actually going backwards. It can be for really any reason. School's boring, your mother is mad at you or you really embarrassed yourself at the school dance and your ride won't be there until nine. Davis knew this feeling quite well. Some people thought he had ADD, but doctors had proven this false. If he had this, how could he spend so much time concentrating on Kari? Besides, it wouldn't be such a good thing to put Davis on Ritalin anyway. Davis had that feeling again. He got it so often, he wouldn't be surprised if he actually had the disease. But no, it was a Friday and he had big plans for the weekend. He couldn't get his mind off the object of his desire. He looked over to his left. Kari, his dream goddess, sat there laughing. She was so beautiful, and yet he hated every sound that graced past her lips. No, the sound was the most joyous thing he ever heard, but sitting right next to his girl was another. Takeru Takaishi was who. He was the source of her laughter, her joy. T.K. was his best friend rival. Yes, he knew this was an oxymoron, but it was true. He was Davis' best friend, yet he hated him with a passion. Davis peeked over his other shoulder at the clock. It was only 9:20. How could only an hour have passed? Math was boring, but T.K. being better made it worse. Boring he could handle, but being beaten by this blonde freak was unbearable. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was no match for T.K. at most things. I mean, really! He had a reputation to uphold! Well, almost. Davis curled up his fingers to make half a fist and propped his cheek up against his hand as a futile support to keep his head from falling onto his desk, rendering him defenseless against the power of the sandman. He sighed as the sound of his teacher's monotonous voice rang through the classroom, signaling he had returned from his washroom break. He subconsciously observed as the man pulled down the screen for the overhead and dozed off.
He awoke about five minutes later to see everyone else scrawling various equations in their notebooks. Davis picked up is pencils so as not to call attention to him. Not knowing which problems to do, he simply scribbled stars, 3-D boxes and other pointless objects. Why did math have to be so dumb? Few minutes later, Davis' math teacher called on several students to share the correct answer. Davis, of course, didn't get called on. By now the teacher knew which students he could count on to share the correct answer and which could barely multiply. Math homework was assigned after. All even problems on page 52 for Monday. Davis gathered his books and went to History.
History was a class he could enjoy. While he and Kari went to History, T.K. went to science. Ms. Tsukino was displaying the notes on section 22 and explaining life for Japanese when the Mongolians attempted to attack. BO-RING. What did he care? Not much. The classroom's heat was way up. Several kids were already asleep. May as well. The ditz didn't seem to know or care, anyway. That was about where his History class ended.
Science. This wasn't his favorite class, exactly. It could be, though. Days like today were the best. Lab partners were always great. Especially since he was paired up with Kari Kamiya. Today they were dissecting a fish. Yeesh. Could things be more disgusting? Well, maybe Jun in a thong, but that's not really something to compare… Davis was so confused about this fish.
" So," Kari asked him. "Do you wanna start or should I?"
" Uh, you better…"
" Okay. Let's do this. I'll do the lab, and you take very accurate notes on everything I do. Okay?"
"Uh, sure,"
" Good. So when I'm done, you can let me copy the notes,"
" Right."
As Davis did his best to take good notes, Kari dissected the fish. The poor confused boy glimpsed at the clock every few minutes and finally, at 11:15, they were done.
" Okay Davis. Let's see those notes!" Kari said cheerfully.
He handed her the notebook. Her face dropped. Davis awaited his impending doom.
" Davis… do you write with your toes?!" she exclaimed. " I can't read a word of this!"
" Um… sorry? It's not like you talked slowly or anything. Your expectations are way too high!"
" Fine. You read them to me. And don't be too slow because there's only fifteen minutes left," Kari compromised.
"Fine."
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Davis ate his lunch alone. That was nothing new. He chewed on the donut like bun with sugar coating and sweet bean paste in the center. They had always been his favorite. He looked around and unwrapped his fried noodles. It was his own little tradition to eat the desert first. He chewed and watched as some of his fellow soccer cronies finished up their lunch and headed to he field on the opposite side of the playground. He swallowed the rest of his lunch as gulped down his canned green tea and headed over to play.
" Hey, guys!" a kid ran up with a soccer ball and had a look of insanity on his face. He had some gossip, no doubt.
" Guess what!" Yup. Gossip.
"What?"
" Class couple had a fight!"
" You mean T.K. and Kari?!"
Davis cringed.
" You know it!"
" Whoa! Dude, what happened!"
" I dunno. Alls I know is, they won't be talking to each other for quite some time now,"
They wouldn't be talking, eh? Davis had a devious plan. It was devious, all right. It was so devious, it was the most devious thing he had ever devised since he started devising devious plots! He would comfort Kari in her time of need. And maybe even make a move! What could he lose? She wasn't talking to T.K. Heh, heh, heh. Yup. It was pretty devious, all right.
Davis spent all of Grammar class staring at Kari with an untrusting look on his face. Vocab was spent mumbling under his breath. Music was all about laughing.
" Heh, heh, heh…"
Davis didn't see Kari after school, but he thought that was fine. He had all evening to plot. It took him awhile to realize it, but he was beginning to feel something new to him. Something he never experienced before. It wasn't fear, rage or love, but something unusual. Something different from anything he'd ever known before. He'd heard about this emotion before. It was like sering sensations biting at the back of his neck and throbbing; growing more painful every minute. Not physical pain, but something else. He had heard of this, definitely.
It was guilt.
Author Notes: Dude. It's kinda short, no? Anyhoo, I really want some reviews. Please. I mean, if you like it, tell me. If it sucks, tell me. Remember, though, THIS IS NOT A FIRE! THERE ARE NO NEED FOR FLAMES!!!!!!! … that being said… I leave the rest up to you. To read, or not to read, that is the true question. Man, oh, man. I need a life. Many chapters to come. As for those who don't like this, I bid you farewell. To the rest of you, THANX!
~Kel