HISTRIONIC
CHAPTER 8: Lazy Eye
Author's Note: Warning. Contains Some Crude Language. Mention of Drugs and Alcohol.
You have been warned.
Several days go by, many in fact. My days of tutoring little middle school children are over and I am back in Karate class, but I must say from what I've seen from the tweens that are only a couple years younger than me...
There is no hope for the future. If a sixth grader who is only about twelve years old can't figure out how to multiply five and two, there is a serious problem.
On to better things.
Me and Syaoran click like clocks! We get along great when nobody's around. We have this thing going: Be friends when nobody is watching. And when somebody is around, its like we dont even know each other...
It might sound a little harsh, but neither me or Syaoran cares, and its better this way.
Anyway...
Second period.
Me: bored out of my mind.
I'm sitting in class, trying not to go crazy. We are suppose to be working on a work sheet for English, but it is terribly boring.
Since there is nothing better to think about, I think about my clothes. My skinny, sort of ripped jeans are great. They rise so low that the top of my underwear shows a little. I'm wearing a white tank-top and a black ribbon around my neck that passes as a choker. The black straps up my bra show, but no one except the sensei's care. And... I'm wearing black arm socks again.
There's nothing else to think about my cloths and I feel like I have ADD. Class is unbelievably boring. I might as well leave.
I raise my hand in class and gasp loudly, "CAN I GO TO THE BATHROOM?" then slam my arms on the desk and start shaking it obnoxiously. "AHH!"
The sensei, who was sitting at his desk, looks up. The class was quiet, and now everyone has their eye on me... I don't like that. Well, maybe I do.
"Yes Kinomoto-san, you may go to the bathroom."
Super. I get up and put the only thing I bring to class in my unreasonably tight pocket. Which is a pencil.
I really dont need to use the bathroom, I just want to leave. I take the bathroom pass and walk out he door... I don't plan on going back. Class ends in about twenty minutes... if anyone asks, I'm constipated. Fuck beans and rice.
What shall I do on this fine, spring day? Stay in school? Naah...
"Kinomoto-chan..." A deep voice calls. I look around.
I say, "Kero-san! Ohayo! What a pleasant surprise!"
"Get to class." Kero says bluntly.
"Nu-uh-uh! I...have a pass!" I hold up the pass and grin.
He shakes his head. "Do what you need to do, then you better return to class later. "
Yeah. Sure. Why not. I love class and learning about stuff. Brain exercising it the new pot smoking.
Just kidding! I'm not coming back.
"Sure thing!" I nod and smile and prance off.
When I reach the main hall which is security guard-less, I just roam around
Stupid Kero-san. Like I'm really going to go back to class. Come on, this is Kinomoto Sakura we're talking about!
The very thought of me being a bad ass makes me smile.
Hmm... What shall I do now? Slide down the railings of the stairs? No, better not. Last time I did that... bad accident.
"Hey Sakura!"
I turn around.
Why if it isn't Li Syaoran... dressed in a white shirt with a brand name logo on it and cool jeans, looking incredibly voluptuous. What a doll.
He looks kind of... sad.
I say, "Hi."
He says, "Ditching?"
I nod. "Of course."
He has this odd look on his face, like he's either upset or he bit the inside of his cheek. Either one, I feel for him.
He says, "I'll come with you." and grabs my arm, then drags me out of the front school entrance.
Someone's upset.
I whisper, "Hey crazy head, we're going to get caught if we just walk out the front!" I look around for people.
He says, "Nobody in the school expects students to just walk out the front, they'll be searching else where. We'll be fine."
"Okay..."
He leads me quickly away from the school.
I say, "Where are we going?"
He says, "I don't know." He looks around. "Turn here..." We cross the street and are in residential neighborhood.
What a liar!
"Do you ditch often?"
Syaoran's walking rather quickly and I'm practically running.
He thinks for a little bit.
"No."
"Really? Have you ever ditched?"
He pauses. "Maybe... uh, No."
I say, "Why are we ditching?"
He says, "Feel like it."
Syaoran looks upset. I can tell now. His lips are in a thin line, and his perfect eyebrows are furrowed.
"What's wrong? Where are we going?"
He doesn't say anything, but we keep on walking. One foot in front of the other, he's still holding on to my arm. This goes on for another thirty minutes. I'm surprised we haven't been stopped by the police for ditching.
Second period is over by now and I know where we are walking to.
Penguin Park.
We enter the kiddy section, pass through the empty fun zone, then enter the forest.
We walk deeper and deeper into the forest, and I follow hesitantly. He's still holding my arm..
"Syaoran?"
He stops.
I say, "Um..."
He slumps over on a tree and slides down. He buries his face in his hands and I am... confused.
"Syaoran?" I repeat.
He mumbled something that I can't hear. I sit down next to him and lean my chin on his shoulder.
"Hellooo..."
He mumbles.
"Bad day?"
He nods.
I do what I feel is right. I wrap my arm around him and nuzzle my nose on his neck. This is what I do to make Eriol feel better.
"What's wrong?"
Syaoran removes his hands from his face and... smiles at me.
I smile back.
"That tickled."
I say, "Good." I do it again.
His hair smells good. Either that, his neck smells good, like those fancy guy soaps they advertise on television with all the women chasing after the guy when he's done taking a shower with the soap being advertised.
I shake my head side to side as my nose tickles the back of his neck. He laughs a little.
"So what's wrong?" I ask.
He says, "People."
I say, "Yeah... People are wrong."
He says, "Are you like people?"
I say, "No."
He says, "What are you like?"
"A weirdo."
He smiles. "That's cool."
"I know."
That is when I realize I somehow managed to wrap both my arms around him, and my chin is still resting on his shoulder. He is surprisingly warm and cozy, I could just hug him all day.
Sexual tension!
Which reminds me... how and why did Meilin try to seduce him? I thought she didn't really like him... or maybe she doesn't like him because he turned her down, yea?
I want to ask, but now is not a good time.
I casually unwrap myself off of Syaoran and just sit on the ground.
"So what happened?"
Syaoran shrugs. "It's stupid."
"Don't want to talk about it?"
"Not really."
"Okay. Why did you bring me to Penguin Park?"
" 'Cause... I don't know."
I smile, "Where you waiting for me to ditch with you?"
"Yes."
I blink. "Really?"
He laughs. "No. I just left class after thinking about stuff that happened during passing period... then I got upset and asked to go to the nurse. I dropped my stuff in my locker then was going to fake sick, but then I saw you and thought, I'll ditch with Sakura!"
I say, "Oh."
I wonder what happened.
"But. I'm glad I did." He added.
What's that suppose to mean? Does it mean he enjoys my company, or he likes... I don't know.
I say, "Cool."
Syaoran stands up and surveys the forest like a boy scout.
He says, "Wanna go do something?"
"Sure."
"Like what?"
I shrug. "I don't know."
He nods. "Alright. Wanna see a movie?"
I shake my head. "Naah."
"Um... wanna hang out at my house?"
I never thought I would ever go to his house. Ever.
"Really? Uh, s-sure, I guess..."
"Alright."
We walk straight out of the forest, past the kiddy section, and into the residential area.
I ask, "So... why were you so upset?"
My tone is concerned and loving. I never thought I would use it on Li Syaoran. Ever.
Okay, maybe I did.
His eyes darted toward me for a second. He walked forward at a slow-ish pace and I follow at his side.
"Um." He coughs.
I say, "What?"
"I broke up with my girlfriend." He finally confesses.
I blink and my brain freezes for a moment.
I say, "..."
I think a minute went by.
"Sakura?"
I blink again. "Huh?"
HE HAD A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND?!!!!
Shadows of the trees above me along with the light of the sun dimmed by clouds make it difficult for my eyes to adjust. We walk past several nicely groomed houses that looked the same, but they're not...
Where am I again? Walking. Who am I with? Li Syaoran. Thing Boy. No, Thong Boy. Cheer boy extraordinaire. Who am I? Sakura Kinomoto. Emo girl.
Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah yeah.
Syaoran says, "Oh. Nothing."
We keep walking.
"YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND?" I blurt out.
He gaze darts away for a second, then moves back to me. "Yeah..."
"But, I thought-"
I am lost for words.
I am still a bit shocked, but I shouldn't be. He told me before, the day he became Thong Boy...
I said, "Holy crap! Who did you get that from?"
He said, "A friend."
I said, "Boy or girl?"
He said, "Um. Girl... You know, girl, uh, friend..."
He meant girlfriend... He got a thong from his girlfriend and wore it...
That's sick. How in the world did they exchange underwear like that?
...Never mind. I don't need to know what Li Syaoran does with his girlfriend. He must have a ton of STD's though.
"I thought you knew." He shrugs. "But I'm free now."
He grinned and turned his head forward.
The sky darkens and I feel a few drops of rain on my skin. It's kind of cold.
So Syaoran breaks up with his girlfriend that he probably did... adult... things with, then about an hour later, he brings another girl to his house. Kind of makes me feel like a piece of ass...
Sexual tension disappears!
"I would never be your girlfriend." I say, a little on the harsh asshole side.
I saw Syaoran turn his head, look at me, stumble, then fall on the concrete sidewalk.
I laugh. Fucking Karma. I'm lovin' it.
"You fell!" I tease childishly.
He quickly gets back up with his cheerleader skills.
Syaoran says, "Uh... yeah..." and coughs. He's embarrassed. Poor baby.
We walk forward.
I say cheerfully, "So, who was your girlfriend?"
He says, "My leg hurts."
I say, "Don't change the subject, buddy. Who was your girlfriend?"
"Uhh... Here is my residence!"
Mark my words, bitch. I will find out sooner or later.
We walk into a nice looking apartment complex.
"So." I say, "Does your mom or dad live here with you?"
I ask just to make sure his parents don't go crazy seeing us ditch school like this. The rain is starting to get heavier.
He says, "No. I live alone." Short, concise. To the point. Super.
Odd, but all right.
The courtyard is gorgeous. There's a huge fountain with sparkling blue water inside, and around it, lots of colorful flowers. The building itself is an elegant creme-ish color, and there are deep brown doors and shiny windows for the other apartments. There floor isn't cement, its adobe tile. I think it's nice.
The rain starts to pour.
"Hurry up, butt lick." I say. "We've got to get inside! I'm getting all wet."
My hair plus water equals bad.
"Okay…" He laughs, recognizing the sexual innuendo. Loser. He pulls out keys from his pockets and unlocks the door to his apartment.
He slowly opens the door. I stand waiting in the rain, anticipating a warm, dry place. He slowly moves his foot into the apartment. He looks at me and grins.
Now he's just being a bitch.
I cross my arms over my chest. "You little-" I begin, and shove my way inside.
"So rude!" Syaoran laughs, and closes the door behind him. He turns on a light and I realize that I am in the place where he lives.
It's nice, to say the least. We are in the living room. Wooden floors. A grey rug. Leather couch. Good television. To potted plants and olive green walls. There is a strange painting of cool and warm colors. A counter lined with barstools separates the living room and kitchen. Silver appliances. A glass dining table.
"Yeah. So this is where I live. It isn't too much, but yeah." He says.
A pretty decent bachelor pad for a sixteen year old.
I wipe of some of the water from my arms and run my fingers through dampened hair.
"It's very nice." I tell him nonchalantly.
I think it's really cool.
"Wanna see my room?" He asks, excited.
Yes!
"No." I say, and roam into the kitchen. It is as nice as the living room. Each wall is colored with either a lighter or darker shade of green. The counters are black marble. The cupboards are make out of wood.
Everything is clean.
"Want something to drink?" Syaoran asks me, and walks to one of the cupboards and opens it up. It's filled with different sizes of glasses. He pulls a large glass and sets it down.
"Depends." I tell him. "What do you have?"
He grins like a small child and opens up another cupboard. He grabs my shoulders and allows me to see the contents.
Liquor. Tons of it. I see some Kahlua and point to it. He grabs it and pours about half the bottle into the glass. He hands me the glass and I take it, then take a sip. Nice.
Wait.
"Oh shit!" I say, amazed. "Didn't you say you lived alone?"
He grins and nods.
"But, then." I pauses, befuddled. "How do you get so much booze if you're a minor?"
He's grinning from ear to ear, pleased with the fact that he has some naughty drinks.
"Because I'm hardcore like that." He chuckles, and grabs a glass for himself and pours himself an insane amount of straight up vodka.
"Shit!" I say, gasping at his drink. "You're going to drink all of that?! No chasers or anything?"
He smirks and shakes his head. "What, you can't handle this?"
No! I don't think most grown men can!
He holds of his glass and chugs a forth of it. I gasp and cover my mouth with my hands.
That boy is no faggy cheer boy. He is one hardcore drinker.
Syaoran makes a face. I would to, I mean, it is pure vodka. He'll probably have a really sore throat after this.
I drink some of my Kahlua. It's like fucking soda to me.
Okay, so Thong Boy is drinking an entire glass of straight up vodka, and badass "Emo" Girl is sipping Kahlua.
What is wrong with this? Everything!
I down the glass of Kahlua and refill my own with vodka. I take two sips before I have to slow it down.
Syaoran's glass is empty now. When did that happen?
Suddenly, he laughs. "Let's go to my room. I really want you to see my room!"
I take a big sip of vodka and nod. He grabs my waist and leads me into a hallway, then into him room. I take the glass with me and take another sip.
"Isn't it really nice?" He says, and laughs.
I take another sip. The taste isn't too bad now. It's like rancid water. I down the rest.
Shit. I didn't eat anything this morning. Two full glasses of alcohol. It's gonna hit me hard.
Oh well.
So we're in his room now. Who cares? It's really nice, probably.
Aah yeah. I lose my mind about now.
"Ta-da!"
"Super!"
"Like it?"
"Do you masturbate in here?"
"...Yes! Maybe? Yeah!"
"I knew it! Eww, you're sick!"
"Do you want to?"
"No! That's nasty. Fucking nasty!"
"Alright, you lose."
We're on the floor now. We're laughing at something. He's on top of me. I'm laughing. He's laughing. He just licked my ear. I patted his head.
"Eww!"
We're in the living room. We're staring at the painting.
"My ex-girlfriend was such a slut!"
"Who?"
"Yukino…"
"Ass wipe!"
We're in the kitchen.
I'm downing some bottle.
"Shit!"
Oops.
The bottle is broken on the floor. Syaoran gives me a big hug.
"Are you mad at me?"
"Fuck you!" I bury my face in his chest.
"Please don't be mad at me! I get so sad when you get mad at me!"
Huh? I push him off me.
"Shut up. Drink this."
" 'Kay."
"I have to pee."
"Bathroom's over there."
"Noice."
"Noice?"
"Yesh!"
We laugh.
I'm in the bathroom. The boy is somewhere else.
Now we're back in the bedroom. "Wanna…"
"Shut the fuck up!" I'm petting him while he's sitting on the floor.
"Let's go drive!"
"What? You have a car?"
"No."
"Okay, let's go."
We're in the living room.
For a moment, my thoughts return. Only for a moment. As I stumble out of the apartment and into the storm, my mind tells my drunken body to stop. What I'm doing is not going to turn out well. I would be better off passed out in his room.
Then drunken Syaoran holds my waist and ushers me forward. He likes touching me for some reason.
My mind is no longer there.
I should have stayed.
Next chapter will be the first chapter of Part II.
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