Rain on Saturday-Overload
Sora was not having a good day. In fact, the week had been long and miserable, and she wanted nothing more than to bomb the school, and most of the student body with it. Including Tai and Matt.
She'd save Mimi, just for the carnal pleasure of it all.
Her dopey grin was replaced all to soon when the teacher assigned to detention slammed her book down on the table in front of the brunette teen. Loudly, and without apology. "Ms. Takenouchi, I would appreciate it if you would stay with us long enough to be miserable."
*Bitch.* The teacher hated her, probably because she was the one who had assigned her the detention. For tardies. Because of Matt. Who wasn't in detention. Because he'd gone running after Tai. Who had been on time. And who had managed to keep both of them out of detention. With her.
She was fuming. Foaming at the mouth, and ready to use Matt's guitar in a way that was not legally acceptible. In a scene starring him, and Tai, both bound and gagged, and scared to death.
Another book, and her smirk was gone. "Thank you, Sora. For a moment, I thought we'd lost you. Again."
*Stupid, evil, over-bearing bit-* The bell rang, releasing all students kept after school. Sora grabbed her stuff and ran, before she could continue her previous line of thought. Last time she'd been so mad at a teacher, she had gotten in trouble for starting a rumor that the Head of the Science Department grew his own tupees. From hemp.
Two days in detention, with Tai and Matt, who had helped spread the rumor and laughed about it openly. They were all lucky they hadn't been stuck longer, but Sora managed to apologize, and whine her way out of it.
*Should have left them alone together. Maybe the ball would have started rolling sooner.* Now, it was Friday, and she was sick of the pretense, and the games. She hated deceiving Matt, and she didn't know how to tell him in such a way that he wouldn't deny what he really felt.
On the other hand, there was Mimi, who was going out with another boy, after having redyed her hair two days before. Sora had nearly broke-down, crying.
*As if there was really any hope that she'd stop dating all those jerks long enough to realize that there is a person in the world who won't use her, and won't abuse her.* After shoving her books into her locker, she began the slow trek out of the school. She wasn't in a hurry. Matt was supposed to pick her up that night, but that was still several hours away.
Outside, it was raining. She sighed, and slipped her bag onto her shoulders. It would figure. The weather was being nice enough to match her mood, instead of being sunny to cheer her up.
*Mother Nature must like it when I'm miserable.* Slipping into a melancholy depression, she tried to shake it off, and raised her head. In time to Tai jogging down the street from soccer practice. She paused, thinking for a moment. If she could just corner Tai, and talk to him, maybe they could help each other. Worse come to worst, she could force a confession out of him, and know where to start.
*Leave it to a woman to solve the problems of man.* Her grin widened as she started toward her house. There was almost no way that she could catch him, so she'd do the next best thing. Call him before Yamato did, and ask him to meet her. Tai wouldn't refuse her, even if it meant making the blonde wait.
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Whe she arrived at the house, she picked up the phone immediately, knowing that her mother was at the shop, and not expecting her anytime soon. Tai's number was six on the speed dial. *Wouldn't you know? Matt's five, and Mimi's three. Figures.*
(Why that particular thought was both ironic, and amusing, is known only to her. The author hasn't a clue. That said...)
"Yagami residence." She smiled at the sound of Tai's breathless voice. It was a good thing she didn't have to talk to his mother. She knew enough about Matt that she'd wonder why Sora wanted to talk to Tai, instead of going out with her boyfriend.
Tai, of course, wouldn't think much of it. "Hey, Tai. I was wondering if we could meet up. I really need to talk to you about something."
Her voice sounded strained, and she knew he picked up on it. "What's the matter? Aren't you supposed to be getting together with Matt in an hour, or so?"
Damn. So, he had noticed. Oh well. On with the plan. "Yeah, but there's something I need to discuss with you first." That was better. Her voice sounded less suspicious, even to her own ears.
"Course. Meet me at the park in...five?" She smiled. His apartment was twice the distance from the park as hers, but she could safely assume that he'd already be there when she arrived.
"Sounds good. See ya." She hung up, and looked at her reflection in the hallway mirror. Her grin was smug, and her eyes were sparkling. "Well, hello there. Let's go play Miss Matchmaker, and see if we can't -slash- my own boyfriend/girlfriend relationship in half."
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End note: Boys on one side, girls on the other, ne'er the twain shall meet. Or date (if my fics are anything to go by.)
Kidding. I'm not hetero-phobic.
Sora was not having a good day. In fact, the week had been long and miserable, and she wanted nothing more than to bomb the school, and most of the student body with it. Including Tai and Matt.
She'd save Mimi, just for the carnal pleasure of it all.
Her dopey grin was replaced all to soon when the teacher assigned to detention slammed her book down on the table in front of the brunette teen. Loudly, and without apology. "Ms. Takenouchi, I would appreciate it if you would stay with us long enough to be miserable."
*Bitch.* The teacher hated her, probably because she was the one who had assigned her the detention. For tardies. Because of Matt. Who wasn't in detention. Because he'd gone running after Tai. Who had been on time. And who had managed to keep both of them out of detention. With her.
She was fuming. Foaming at the mouth, and ready to use Matt's guitar in a way that was not legally acceptible. In a scene starring him, and Tai, both bound and gagged, and scared to death.
Another book, and her smirk was gone. "Thank you, Sora. For a moment, I thought we'd lost you. Again."
*Stupid, evil, over-bearing bit-* The bell rang, releasing all students kept after school. Sora grabbed her stuff and ran, before she could continue her previous line of thought. Last time she'd been so mad at a teacher, she had gotten in trouble for starting a rumor that the Head of the Science Department grew his own tupees. From hemp.
Two days in detention, with Tai and Matt, who had helped spread the rumor and laughed about it openly. They were all lucky they hadn't been stuck longer, but Sora managed to apologize, and whine her way out of it.
*Should have left them alone together. Maybe the ball would have started rolling sooner.* Now, it was Friday, and she was sick of the pretense, and the games. She hated deceiving Matt, and she didn't know how to tell him in such a way that he wouldn't deny what he really felt.
On the other hand, there was Mimi, who was going out with another boy, after having redyed her hair two days before. Sora had nearly broke-down, crying.
*As if there was really any hope that she'd stop dating all those jerks long enough to realize that there is a person in the world who won't use her, and won't abuse her.* After shoving her books into her locker, she began the slow trek out of the school. She wasn't in a hurry. Matt was supposed to pick her up that night, but that was still several hours away.
Outside, it was raining. She sighed, and slipped her bag onto her shoulders. It would figure. The weather was being nice enough to match her mood, instead of being sunny to cheer her up.
*Mother Nature must like it when I'm miserable.* Slipping into a melancholy depression, she tried to shake it off, and raised her head. In time to Tai jogging down the street from soccer practice. She paused, thinking for a moment. If she could just corner Tai, and talk to him, maybe they could help each other. Worse come to worst, she could force a confession out of him, and know where to start.
*Leave it to a woman to solve the problems of man.* Her grin widened as she started toward her house. There was almost no way that she could catch him, so she'd do the next best thing. Call him before Yamato did, and ask him to meet her. Tai wouldn't refuse her, even if it meant making the blonde wait.
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Whe she arrived at the house, she picked up the phone immediately, knowing that her mother was at the shop, and not expecting her anytime soon. Tai's number was six on the speed dial. *Wouldn't you know? Matt's five, and Mimi's three. Figures.*
(Why that particular thought was both ironic, and amusing, is known only to her. The author hasn't a clue. That said...)
"Yagami residence." She smiled at the sound of Tai's breathless voice. It was a good thing she didn't have to talk to his mother. She knew enough about Matt that she'd wonder why Sora wanted to talk to Tai, instead of going out with her boyfriend.
Tai, of course, wouldn't think much of it. "Hey, Tai. I was wondering if we could meet up. I really need to talk to you about something."
Her voice sounded strained, and she knew he picked up on it. "What's the matter? Aren't you supposed to be getting together with Matt in an hour, or so?"
Damn. So, he had noticed. Oh well. On with the plan. "Yeah, but there's something I need to discuss with you first." That was better. Her voice sounded less suspicious, even to her own ears.
"Course. Meet me at the park in...five?" She smiled. His apartment was twice the distance from the park as hers, but she could safely assume that he'd already be there when she arrived.
"Sounds good. See ya." She hung up, and looked at her reflection in the hallway mirror. Her grin was smug, and her eyes were sparkling. "Well, hello there. Let's go play Miss Matchmaker, and see if we can't -slash- my own boyfriend/girlfriend relationship in half."
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End note: Boys on one side, girls on the other, ne'er the twain shall meet. Or date (if my fics are anything to go by.)
Kidding. I'm not hetero-phobic.