HEYY!!!! It's me again. I can't help but type out everything I've got in my head. Seriously. I'm on a roll again… ready to upload everything onto Fanfiction. WHOO!! The only horrible thing is, is the fact that I've got a cold cup of coffee beside me, and it's not the flavor I adore so much. Cold coffee sucks unless it's iced. ANYWAYS. 10thchapter! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! I can't. I'm too excited. I've already got my ending planned out! Teehee. I don't think that'll be around so soon, though, so we're all in luck, right? (Oh, and the tune Julian sings? I got it from a memory from America's Next Top Model. It's just a bit different. )
I don't need a disclaimer, do I? Didn't think so. (And if you're so stubborn as to think I do, go back to chapter 1.)
This story is about Crystal, who is the sister of Speed, one of the biggest bullies at Sky High. She is 16 as her brother is two years older than her. Being completely stressed with school and her super ability, she finds comfort in someone very close to the family.
Past.
He smiled, and stretched over tables to get to my own from where he was standing by the windows. His lips met mine, and I smiled, and heard a slap on the table. I let go, looking to it; it was the printout.
"Okay. So. The plan." He nodded, picking up my fork and poking my buffalo chicken with cheese salad. I looked at him, and his eyes went wide after he noticed the glare in my eyes. "Okay. So. My fork." He took it out of his mouth, and I snatched it out of his hands, stabbing the lettuce. I took a bite, and he laughed.
When I told him of my plan, I didn't notice I had the tendency to stab my food, and point at Lash while speaking - with the food - so I ended up feeding him half of my lunch. I only noticed this once I went to take a bite, and only bit the fork. I looked confused, and with a mouthful-of-food, Lash laughed, and I smirked. I didn't complain, but I did catch on.
"Do you think it will work?" He asked me, moving seats so he was beside me.
"Yes, yes I do." I said, crawling into his arms after throwing my trash away. The bell rang, and he carried me out.
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During Lash's last and final period, he kept thinking about Crystal's plan. It was going to happen after school, after Crystal called her mom on the way home. He kept thinking her mother would object, but he knew Crystal wouldn't listen; she was determined.
He tapped his hands in a strong rhythm against the desk, and the teacher looked up at him, giving him the evil eye. Laughing to himself, he turned to Speed, who began humming a tune next to him, while Lash kept on his beat. Somehow he knew this would get him in deep trouble.
Beginning to notice, Julian (Sore-eyes to Crystal) smiled on the other side of Lash, and he started to sing softly in his own deep voice.
"We don't…we don't wanna be hea…uh uh no. We don't wanna be hea…I said-ed-ed-dah…we don't wanna be here…no no no no no…"
Julian stood up, scraping the chair he was sitting in back against the desk behind him, screaming "NO!" in a preaching way. The teacher stopped teaching the class, and the students looked back at him. Lash stopped his beat, Speed stopped humming, and the two friends laughed to themselves, causing the kids to look at THEM. Sighing, the teacher pointed to the door, declaring 'detention'. All three boys stood, smirked to the other students, and walked out, having a round of applause as they shut the door behind them.
Walking by lockers, Julian began tapping on them, and Speed sighed. Another class detention. The three of them obviously weren't heading that way, though.
Lash however, was looking in free period rooms. When Speed saw him smile and wave, he shook his head.
"Crystal?" he asked.
"Crystal." Lash muttered back, having Speed pat his shoulder, walking off with Julian.
"We getting sodas?" he called to Julian, who had done a back flip, marking a few lockers with the fire of his eyes. Nodding, they walked farther away, and turned a corner, out of Lash's sight.
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I looked up from the blueprints I was making for one of my elective classes out of habit, only to see Lash's face in the window next to the door. He didn't see me at first, looking around, searching. When I gave a half-hearted wave, his eyes went to my own, and he waved back.
"Come out" he mouthed to me, and I put up one finger, looking at my work. It wasn't due for a whole week. I sighed, rolling up my homework, and I raised my hand.
The teacher supervising the free period looked up to the crowd of student sleeping or doing homework, and nodded to me.
"Uhm, can I go…get some air?" My voice sounding a bit high, breaking the silence of the room. The teacher flipped up the fallen page of his newspaper, nodding again, placing his feet upon the desk in front of him.
I smiled, standing up. Mel looked back at me from the front row on the ground floor, giving me a quizzical expression. I tilted my head towards the door, and saw her turn around in a flash. I saw her head nod in understanding, and she smiled at me. Picking up the roll of blueprints I jumped down the carpeted stairs to the ground floor of the free period room, giving a weak wave goodbye to Mel as I opened the door, closing it before I could trip on the other side.
The two of us walked to my locker on the second floor. When we reached my precise bank of lockers, Lash leaned me against them gently, giving me no room to escape or squirm. It felt new, different, and I liked it. I only hoped Cranium wouldn't intrude.
His hips hit my own, crashing into the locker behind me. I easily let go of my blueprints in my hand, letting it carelessly roll away from the two of us. My hands went to his sides, and I pulled him towards me, kissing him hard. I felt his smile get bigger against my lips, and I began to nibble on his bottom lip as his hands traveled from my hip to the side of my body, raising my shirt a slight. Moving up to his hair, my hands grasped the thick brown strands. This lead his fingers to draw circles on my exposed skin (I did my best to not ruin the moment and giggle), and I breathed him in, giving him the chance to let his tongue travel into my mouth, playing war with my own. When I tugged on his hair, he let out a moan, pressing himself even harder against me, and I was lifted off the ground, my legs raised around his hips. His lips trailed down my neck and I closed my eyes, biting my lower lip. Lash slowly bit down on my neck, gently sucking. Nibbling harder on my lip, I felt his tongue meet my skin, and it swirled in circles, in dashes beneath his lips, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
When he heard this, he tossed me a bit, and now his mouth was at my collarbone. Lash kissed it softly, but this time he took a small piece of skin in his grasp, and made sure it was on both sides of my sticking-out collarbone. My lips met his forehead, and I opened my eyes, letting my hands fall to my sides - weak, numb.
"Oh my god." I whispered out, and I heard a chuckle come from him. There was a slight tug on my collarbone skin, and the release of his teeth left me in tingles through to my fingertips. Lash let me down to the floor, and my knees were completely jellied. He noticed this, kissing me while holding me against his chest.
I let go of his lips, stepping up and moving towards his neck. At this point in time, I changed roles. Spinning so he was against the lockers, I stepped in-between his legs, getting as humanly possible to him as I could in clothes standing up. As I was in the middle of fiddling with his belt loops and trailing my nails across his skin, sucking his neck, he spoke, his voice quivering.
"It would, suck immensely…if…if…ohhh," I heard him gulp, taking a breath. He kissed the crook in my neck, his lips shaking slightly, his breath hot on my shoulder. I felt the tickle of his lashes on my skin, and I realized his eyes were closed. 'New feeling! New feeling! What the hell is that?! Shit…' "we got caught."
My lips left his skin, and I chuckled lightly, my smile sinking into the large purple bruise that lay on his neck. Feeling the flutter of his eyes opening again, I picked up my face, looking at his brown eyes. Lash's arms wrapped around my waist, and gave me a smile. His legs wrapped around my own, bringing me closer to him, and every movement of our bodies from that point on, sent tingles down my spine.
"Yes…yes it would…" I spoke, growing silent once I heard a door slam down the hall, and a heavy set of footsteps began walking down it, towards the two of us.
"You…jinx!" I cried in a whisper, and I separated from him, fiddling with my locker lock, trying to contain myself. Lash grabbed my homework off the floor, daring to kiss my neck quickly, biting softly before hiding miserably behind my now open locker, and the footsteps stopped in the view of the two of us.
"Crystal, shouldn't you be in class?" I looked up, smiling weakly. It was my old Animal and Plant Use teacher, Mr. Dormer. He was tall; dark skinned, and had a wicked big forehead, bald. (Not as large as Medulla's, but hey, it was close to it.) More like a sixhead, I once thought. He didn't really respect my class, and sent kids out left and right every time they spoke out their opinion about 'Bio-gee', as he had pronounced it. He peered over his thick glasses at me, and tucked in his shirt, fiddling with his mismatched tie, putting his hands on his sides, waiting for me to speak.
"Hi, Mr. Dormer." I said nervously, trying not to giggle. I used to laugh at his name, and I still do, because there was a kid in my class who always called him Mr. Dumber, not Dormer. (A/N: Mel, it's Prince!) "I actually have a free period right now…" I said, grabbing the blueprints from Lash's hands, noticing his flushed face, his eyes wide as he stood behind my locker away from the annoying teacher. I looked down at his left hand, which covered the zipper of his jeans. My own eyes went wide, and I blushed, turning back towards my old teacher as I tossed the homework into my already crammed locker. It fell out, and I knelt down to pick it up again, and Dormer caught sight of Lash, and possibly the gigantic purple hickey I gave him that trailed down from below his ear, since his hair wasn't exactly long enough.
The older man gave a look to him, and I took this chance to use my long hair as a curtain to what Lash had given me on my neck and shoulder, as well as the hard-on Lash had in his pants. Finally cramming it into my locker, it stayed, and I looked to the teacher.
"Uh…hey?" Lash said, shrugging his shoulders against the locker beside me, his forehead creasing with worry of being caught. We watched him stare for a few moments longer, and I gave him another weak, awkward smile, and he walked off. He always left something so awkward. Not daring to move until we heard a door close to the other side of the hallway along with fading footsteps, I held my breath, and closed my locker with a slam.
Turning to hit my head from behind on the locker, I sighed, breathing out. Lash's fingers lifted to my arm, letting it slide down, chuckling once he noticed that goosebumps had shown up.
"Am I still alive?" I breathed, sliding myself down the locker, closing my eyes. I heard Lash's knees bend down as well, and he kissed my temple.
"If you aren't, you're a gorgeous dead person." I hit his chest, and I could sense his smirk.
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"We gotta call your mom…" Lash told her, now serious, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his cellphone. Crystal's blue eyes opened beneath her black eyeliner, tossing her head to look to his brown ones, smirking.
"I'm not doing anything until you go to the bathroom." Lash blushed, standing up awkwardly. He reached for her hand and she took it, smirking more as they walked to the boys' bathroom. Before shoving him inside, Crystal kissed him long and hard, finally smiling wildly, and pushing him passed the door into the restroom.
"Hurry?" she asked in front of the closed door, pleading. He opened the door again, giving a quick kiss, tossing her the phone.
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Dialing my number, I sighed, looking to the hall's clock, the students now scrambling about their lockers in attempts to get to their specific busses. I stood anxiously, jumping a bit as the phone rang.
When my mother finally answered the phone, I smiled at her cheery voice.
"Hello?" she said, probably not recognizing the number in the caller ID.
"Mahm? I'm at school and -"
"Something wrong?" she asked, worry now approaching her voice. I sighed. Better do this quick. Quick like a band-aid.
"No, uhm, I just wanted to say that I'm going to the prison." I squinted my eyes closed, knowing that was the worst way to tell her about it. 'Way to go, Crystal' I thought, opening my eyes. A kid walked by, saying that there was no use of cellphones in school, and I flipped him off as he walked away.
"What? Why? Did you do something illegal?!" She flipped, and I could imagine her standing there by the phone, tapping her foot in impatience, her mouth open with her eyes in a glare to the floor.
"No, I didn't, Mom. I'm going to talk to Cranium." I heard a gasp from the other end, and I hit my forehead. Oh boy.
"Hu-NO. Are you kidding me? He's dangerous!" I sighed into the phone, and I looked to the ceiling. This would never end with her.
"Not behind the prison glass, Mom." I leaned against a locker across the hall from the bathroom, and I hit my head a few times before I heard her speak.
"He is in my book, Crystal." Should I say this? Do I dare be an ass? 'Do it Crystal' I thought, squinting my eyes shut again. 'Do it, you'll never get this chance again - you know that's the right thing to do.'
"Well I don't care what he is to you Mom. He's harassing me and Lash, and it's all because of his insane love for you." I'm totally screwed when I get home.
"Well." I heard her blush. Is this woman okay or something?
"Villain!" I cried into the phone, and a few kids who were running down the hall jumped, looking back to me.
"WHERE?!" they screeched, their fists out, a few powering up.
"Nowhere. Go home." I told them lazily, brushing them away. My focus went back to my phone call, where my mother had stopped talking to listen what was going on at the school.
"Mom?" I heard her sigh.
"All the more reason for you not to talk to him." Gah…this will never stop, will it?
"I don't care. I need him to stop." I heard her start to speak to me, but Lash had come out of the bathroom. I smiled at my savior, and I told my mother to hold on. I put the phone away from my ear, covering the mouthpiece.
"Did you wash your hands?" I smirked, and he nodded, laughing, but stopped, knowing I was in an argument with my mother. She was still talking, apparently clueless that I had told her to hold on. When I put the phone back to my ear, I breathed in.
"I'm going now - I'll see you later - love you." I hung up on her, and then there was silence. He took my hand and I placed the phone in his back pocket, finally walking out to the busses.
"That was fast." I said, not looking directly at him, since I was blushing a bit.
"You turn me on." Here, I blushed even more, my face red like a tomato. He laughed, and I kissed him quiet.
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That's my chapter.
Next chapter, I'll have Cranium. Swear to God. This'll be pretty good - I promise.
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