Chapter NINE
Eve and Adam were waiting for him at the school's doors before he even arrived the next day. The two were blocking the front double doors to the school, their arms crossed across their immaculately sculpted chests. Eve wore even less of the school uniform than he usually does, his clothes in absolute disarray. He wore the school jacket tied around his waist, a white t-shirt stained with what looked like grass and coke. He wore a backwards baseball hat, that was a dark black, his pant legs rolled up unevenly, showcasing a pair of converse.
Adam was the exact opposite. He was still in pristine condition, as if he had been kept under a class case his entire life, free from dust and stain.
NineS had no idea what to do about this situation. His eyes averted them, hoping to avoid eye contact. There's no way he wanted to be caught staring at those two hot greek gods. What if they called him out? No way.
He kept looking down, approaching the double doors, lifting his arms to push them open. Before he was even able, he was closed pinned by two luxuriously black label pieces of meat, taking his breath away from him, "HEY!"
"Nines." A husky voice whispered towards him, the hot breath hitting his neck and causing him to shiver. "Where are you going."
He looked up, making knee-quivering eye contact with no one other than Eve. He hoped his face didn't convey the trembling he was feeling inside.
"You look like you're conveying a trembling that you're feeling inside…" His husky whisper traveled in one in ear and out the other, seemingly hitting Adam on the other side.
"What are you doing, 9S. When we stand here, you know that means we want to talk to you." Adam stood up straighter, sliding a tight grip around 9S's wrist.
He flushed again, looking down at his shoes. "You guys want to talk to me…?"
Eve smiled softly, "Yeah, nothing to bad. Just about the talent show coming up. You're not in trouble or anything. We like you, man."
His heart skipped about five beats. "Okay, I'd like to talk." He smiled back, his face hot.
"Take care of him, Eve." Adam gestured, letting go of his firm grasp on his wrists, turning around around and waving lazily. He began to walk to the behind of the school.
Without time to react or register what was going on, he was picked up much like a princess or bride, carried safe and firmly in the valley between two expensive italian homegrown porchetta cuts, roughly 165 dollars a pound. The world around him was spinning as the hot hunk swayed back and forth, following the figure of Adam as they walked in the grass to the back of the school. He heard that's where the bad boy went to smoke cigarettes.
He felt the hot breath of Eve touch his cheek. It was unsteady. Was he just heavy? Or was Eve nervous…? No way…
Before he knew it, they were already in the heavily shadowed back of the school. No grass grew there. Nines figured it was that way because of the many cigarettes butts that littered the ground. There, leaning against the wall was the familiar yet so strange violent outsider A2. Her tangled mass of hair was around her shoulders as she rested a cigarette between her lips, and another one resting magically between the thumb and forefinger. Smoking...That seems like a thing A2 would do.
A2 and Adam locked eyes. They seemed to be on a stand off for the turf behind the school building. A2 wasn't budging and that pissed off the regal sophisticated dream.
"We need this space to talk to 9S." He gestured to the young man dangling within the arms of the filet mignon cuts of steak that cradled him like a delicate baby or bride.
He felt her eye slide to him and then back to Adam and then to Eve. Her gaze was chilling and judgmental. But it had a certain feeling of sadness seeping from them. Loneliness? Sadness? Guilt? She was a hurt girl, and if 9S wasn't being lifted from the ground by the hunky dream boat. This was no way to talk about her personal life…
Without a word, a nod or a gesture, A2 drifted passed them, throwing her cigarettes down and crushing them under her boots.
"Thank the lord that stinky skank left." Adam laughed, lifting a hand to his mouth and giving a superior, yet intrancing laugh. "I love telling the peasants to get moving."
Eve shrugged, "She could be nice. She seems like she can really handle a basketball."
"Basketball?" Adam stopped laughing and turned around, tilting and giving a confused look. "Why basketball in particular?"
Eve shrugged again, holding 9S. "She seems like she can move pretty fast."
"But I heard she ruins the flooring in school." Adam pursed his lips.
"Yeah, but doesn't that mean she's fast?" He nodded.
"Well I guess that is a lot of endurance, at the very least." Adam nodded, putting a hand to his chin, clutching it.
"Endurance and stamina." He nodded again.
"That means the same thing, Eve." Adam sighed and turned back around, crossing his hands.
"Yeah, but regardless, I think she would be good to have on a basketball team."
"Eve, isn't basketball a team sport?" Adam suddenly thought, turning back around with his hand up.
"Yeah, I think so. Why?" He asked.
"Because A2 is really not a good team player. Therefore she would be terrible at basketball." He closed his eyes, smiling and nodding like he had won the argument.
"Yeah but wouldn't it be awesome to have an older B-mode kid on a team? I think people would pay more for admission for the games if they have a B-moder on the team?" Eve said, his eyes sparkling.
"B-mode kids are unruly." Adam shook his head.
"Yeah okay…" Eve trailed off, sighing softly. "Maybe volleyball."
Adam waited a moment, turning around before saying confidently, "Yes, volleyball for sure."
