CHAPTER III: STARING
OK, just to tell you nice readers who are actually nice enough to actually bother to read my spiffy fic, MOST of my kinda story goes along with the show's plot because...I wanted to say what it was like for Jasmyne's point of view. Maybe if I write a sequel then I'll make up my own plot...actually I'm almost definitely going to if I EVER finish this story in this lifetime...if I screw up some of the lines later on that the peeps say, I'm sorry I'm not some kind of sped who goes and watches all the episodes like 10 billion trillion times to memorize the quotes...more like five times...it doesn't matter anyway; most of it is sort of my own idea of what happens 'cause she doesn't spend most of her time with the gang. You don't hafta worry now anyway; I'm not getting into that for a while. Got a problem with it??!! Good!! Deal with it; don't tell me!!!!! I don't care!!!!!
The whole happy Yu-Gi-Oh! gang was sitting in their little spot of the classroom, way in the back, talking about typical stuff that weirdo teenage kids like them talk about, like, ummm...duel monsters and ummm...other stuff that they converse about daily in their normal happy lives. If you can actually think of anything that they ever talk about BESIDES duel monsters, tell me, OK??? & I thought I didn't have a life... Without a sound at all, Jasmyne scuffled into the room, her head down as usual, and nobody whatsoever noticed her (as usual...). She tossed her stuff (backpack, books, etc.) onto the hollow wooden desk (that schools spend a miniscule fraction on because the teachers waste all the school funding on teachery crap) with a loud THUD sounding from its smooth surface. Joey, actually being silent for once in the conversation because he had nothing to say regarding the disturbing topic (something about Yugi getting so high on caffeine and 2nd hand smoke that he devoured a jar of his oh-so-useful hair gel?? He said it sort of tasted like orange jellybeans...Has Joey ever been quiet, by the way?) And his eyes lazily shifted over in her direction. His heart sunk into a bottomless chasm, careening downwards eternally, and he felt a nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach.
'God, she is SO gorgeous...why does she always sit by 'erself like that, anyway? I wouldn't mind sittin' with 'er...she's always so upset an' sad like every day...I wonder why? What does she got ta be sad 'bout anyway? Ya know, maybe I should go talk to her...'cept the guys would think that I'd gone off the deep end...well, deeper, anyway...either that, or they'd make fun o' me forever an' I'd never hear the end o' it...that pisses me off so bad about them; they can't ever, like, I dunno...support me an' the rest of us an' be nice all the time...'cept maybe Yug...but he's different...damn it...why does life have to be so damn hard...?'
He sighed dreamily and leaned his head on the surface of his hand. He shuddered with delight as she crossed her legs, the sleek skin of her long limbs sliding lusciously against itself. Her black pumps strained the arch of her legs and ankles in a way that he couldn't help but be stirred lewdly by. She paid no attention to him, and continued munching on the end of her pen and not even trying to pretend to be concentrating on the teacher. He was slightly embarrassed that this aroused him. Her shadowy eyes were cast downward at the floor, carefully studying the simple tiles, her prismatic dark locks wilting into her face like a dying rose in the scorching summer sunshine, rays beating down on it relentlessly until it flopped to the arid, dusty ground, overwhelmed by the heat. She flicked a curl of it out of her mouth. He continued gazing hopelessly at her.
'Man, she has such great legs...they're so perfect an' smooth...an' her eyes...hmmmmm...they're so mysterious...and deep...wow...I don't know how she gets away with never talkin' to nobody...if I could just say one word to her, I'd...oh, I dunno, but whoa...God, I want 'er...what da hell is my problem...But oh, I so wish I could hold her and touch her and...'
He paused for a moment, putting his current thoughts on hold. Jasmyne's thin shirt had slipped from her shoulder a bit, exposing her red lace bra strap for all the eye to see. Fortunately, only Joey was looking... A cold shiver flew up Joey's spine, as if a blustering wintry wind had just brushed by, or a phantom had strayed across his path from the other side, floating past in a deadened manner, bringing its paranormal breezes with it to warn all those it touches.
'Does she hafta do that...hmmmm...she's killin' me as it is...if I don't die from somethin' else, she's gonna murder me like this...actually, I wouldn't mind if she killed me...'
She hadn't noticed the revelation of her bra, and continued with her work. "Ohhhh...yeahhhhhhh..." he murmured to himself.
Why did that tall blonde kid always stare at her so much? It was pretty obvious he had a thing for her and he wasn't trying very much to disguise it...that was evident...it wasn't even necessary to read his thoughts to figure THAT out. If anyone paid the tiniest bit of attention to him, they'd piece the puzzle together...he was probably out to kill her or something...either that, or he was planning to stalk her, rape her, and then kill her...great. Now she was going to end up in the middle of a filthy alley or something with her body half decapitated. She dealt him a baffled look, as if to say, "What the hell is your problem?? Leave me alone, you perv!" And then turned back to the completely meaningless math assignment she'd been so caringly given by her lovely bastard of a teacher.
It was probably a good thing she didn't read his mind; I'm betting that she wouldn't have been very pleased with what she saw. He wasn't thinking the cleanest of thoughts...tee hee...
She glanced down at her gently curving shoulder and yanked up her shirt quickly. When she cast the blonde one more suspicious look, he swiftly turned his head away from her.
'So THAT'S what he was so intent at looking at...typical...even I can tell that he likes me and I'll not really good at that kind of thing...he's...kind of odd...sort of a dork. He'd better not try anything...'
Joey was continuing indulging in his teenage guy fantasies with non-school appropriate content except for maybe gym class...EWWWWWW! as he watched her hypnotically twirl one of her wavy dark brown ringlets around her index finger, entranced in its movement in her despair. when he suddenly felt a sharp slap on his face. "What the-" he spun around.
"Well, Joey, it's nice to see you're back in this universe on earth again."
Still slightly in shock, he replied, "Whaddaya mean, Tristan?"
Tea giggled, "Well, he's only been trying to get your attention for about the last 10 minutes. Do you even have any idea what we've been takin' about? You're really spaced out, Joey..."
"I was...uhhh...I was listenin'...I heard every word..." he brainlessly fibbed.
"Really? The what were we talking about, hmmmm?"
"Uhhhhhhhh...rhinos who live in trees...?" explain later!! His retarded answer sent the entire group into a wild laughing fit.
Tristan, after about 5 whole minutes of this making fun of Joey feeding frenzy, still wiping tears of hysteria from his hazel eyes, finally spoke up, still with a hint of humor in his tone, "You really can be pretty stupid sometimes, you know that, buddy? Actually, more like all the time..."
"Yeah...what were you so interested in anyway, Joey? It's like, I dunno...you were...mesmerized." His midget sized friend widened his innocent purple eyes to emphasize the last word.
Irritated by Yugi's choice of words, he said warily, "Ohh...nuttin'...I was just...lookin' out the window at...there was this...ummm...rabid squirrel, see, an' it was white an'-"
"You ARE aware that the windows are on the OTHER side of the room?" Tea interrogated his backup story further, as if just to purposefully toy with him.
"Ummm...well...see..I ummm...uhhhhh..." he looked up at the ceiling and scratched his head.
Tristan grinned. "I bet I know what, or who he was lookin' at. He was- OOOOWWWWWW!!!!!" Joey smashed Tristan's shin with his new steel tipped boots he'd ironically yet conveniently worn that day. I SO need a pair of those!! Kick people to bloody pulps...he hee heee... :( for them, :) for me...
"Let's keep our limbs to ourselves, Mr. Wheeler," scolded their teacher.
"But he-"
"I don't CARE what Mr. Taylor did. this teacher has issues with calling them by their last names. YOU don't kick people and- are those steel tipped boots? What are you doing wearing those and assaulting others with them?"
"Uuummmmm..."
"Well, ARE they???" he queried.
"Ummmm...no...not really...kinda...sorta...a little bit...maybe...ummmmm....yeah..."
"You could SERIOUSLY injure someone with those. What are, stupid?! I've told you before that violence isn't allowed in this school! Unless its justifiable or in defense, which that definitely-
"Yeah it was-"
"No it wasn't! I wasn't lying or anything-"
"Shaddup, Tristan," he sneered.
"Don't interrupt me! If you want to beat people up, don't do it on my time! And don't you dare kick anyone again with those or I'll personally have to have you expelled. Comprende?!"
"Yeah..."
"Good. Now get back to work. This is high school, not kindergarten. There are rules you have to follow. And the rest of you!! Stop dawdling by gawking at him or I'll fail you all!"
"Yeah, fine..." Joey consented, giving up what little dignity he had to begin with.
The rest of the classroom quickly continued diligently scribbling away at their papers, while Joey grumbled about getting yelled at under his breath. "Grrr...rumble grumble grumble rgghhh..." make it sound like how Yzma sounds after she gets fired...Emperor's New Groove! He slouched down in his seat as low as he possibly could to avoid drawing attention to himself, while Tristan laughed quietly to himself for getting "Mr. Wheeler" into trouble. "Damn that Tristan...don't worry, buddy, I'll get ya good..." and he kicked Tristan in the shin again when he thought the teacher wasn't looking, and luckily for him, the teacher was busy talking to some kid who couldn't do long division.
OK, in case you're confused, you DEFINITIELY should be. If you aren't well, wowie zowie, you're smart. I'll get to the whole mind ready bit in the context of the story. I HATE explaining stuff like this!! Oh, looky there, she's doing again!! [hits herself over the head with a dictionary.] Oh, yes, and I promised to explain the tree rhinos. They're not just some random thing I made up now; they're actually a very old thingy I made up years and years and years ago. [I was disturbed child...] Very few people know about the tree rhinos, and even less truly understand their nature. [only 2- me and my sister, and maybe my friend, Mystic Kiwi...] Now I decided to broadcast them to the world. Well, they're these magical rhinos that reside in nests in the tippy tops of trees. You can find them anywhere, from the snowy mountains to tropical islands to deserts. [if there are trees...] They hate cities. If you climb a tree and meet one, they'll be extremely hospitable and even let you stay for tea or a snack, unless they're one of the evil rhinos, but they rarely happen. [they're usually evil twins...] They always talk about their huge rhino families who also live in trees, just like them, but tree rhinos are ALWAYS solitary creatures, no exceptions. If you piss them off, they'll use their "magical powers" on you and try to kill you. Well, someday I'm gonna write a whole history of them, so you can look forward to that. All righty then, you probably think I'm some kind of insane nutcase who belongs with some friends in spiffy white coats. I'm gonna shut up now and continue, please don't think that being insane makes me any worse of writer; actually it helps.
OK, just to tell you nice readers who are actually nice enough to actually bother to read my spiffy fic, MOST of my kinda story goes along with the show's plot because...I wanted to say what it was like for Jasmyne's point of view. Maybe if I write a sequel then I'll make up my own plot...actually I'm almost definitely going to if I EVER finish this story in this lifetime...if I screw up some of the lines later on that the peeps say, I'm sorry I'm not some kind of sped who goes and watches all the episodes like 10 billion trillion times to memorize the quotes...more like five times...it doesn't matter anyway; most of it is sort of my own idea of what happens 'cause she doesn't spend most of her time with the gang. You don't hafta worry now anyway; I'm not getting into that for a while. Got a problem with it??!! Good!! Deal with it; don't tell me!!!!! I don't care!!!!!
The whole happy Yu-Gi-Oh! gang was sitting in their little spot of the classroom, way in the back, talking about typical stuff that weirdo teenage kids like them talk about, like, ummm...duel monsters and ummm...other stuff that they converse about daily in their normal happy lives. If you can actually think of anything that they ever talk about BESIDES duel monsters, tell me, OK??? & I thought I didn't have a life... Without a sound at all, Jasmyne scuffled into the room, her head down as usual, and nobody whatsoever noticed her (as usual...). She tossed her stuff (backpack, books, etc.) onto the hollow wooden desk (that schools spend a miniscule fraction on because the teachers waste all the school funding on teachery crap) with a loud THUD sounding from its smooth surface. Joey, actually being silent for once in the conversation because he had nothing to say regarding the disturbing topic (something about Yugi getting so high on caffeine and 2nd hand smoke that he devoured a jar of his oh-so-useful hair gel?? He said it sort of tasted like orange jellybeans...Has Joey ever been quiet, by the way?) And his eyes lazily shifted over in her direction. His heart sunk into a bottomless chasm, careening downwards eternally, and he felt a nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach.
'God, she is SO gorgeous...why does she always sit by 'erself like that, anyway? I wouldn't mind sittin' with 'er...she's always so upset an' sad like every day...I wonder why? What does she got ta be sad 'bout anyway? Ya know, maybe I should go talk to her...'cept the guys would think that I'd gone off the deep end...well, deeper, anyway...either that, or they'd make fun o' me forever an' I'd never hear the end o' it...that pisses me off so bad about them; they can't ever, like, I dunno...support me an' the rest of us an' be nice all the time...'cept maybe Yug...but he's different...damn it...why does life have to be so damn hard...?'
He sighed dreamily and leaned his head on the surface of his hand. He shuddered with delight as she crossed her legs, the sleek skin of her long limbs sliding lusciously against itself. Her black pumps strained the arch of her legs and ankles in a way that he couldn't help but be stirred lewdly by. She paid no attention to him, and continued munching on the end of her pen and not even trying to pretend to be concentrating on the teacher. He was slightly embarrassed that this aroused him. Her shadowy eyes were cast downward at the floor, carefully studying the simple tiles, her prismatic dark locks wilting into her face like a dying rose in the scorching summer sunshine, rays beating down on it relentlessly until it flopped to the arid, dusty ground, overwhelmed by the heat. She flicked a curl of it out of her mouth. He continued gazing hopelessly at her.
'Man, she has such great legs...they're so perfect an' smooth...an' her eyes...hmmmmm...they're so mysterious...and deep...wow...I don't know how she gets away with never talkin' to nobody...if I could just say one word to her, I'd...oh, I dunno, but whoa...God, I want 'er...what da hell is my problem...But oh, I so wish I could hold her and touch her and...'
He paused for a moment, putting his current thoughts on hold. Jasmyne's thin shirt had slipped from her shoulder a bit, exposing her red lace bra strap for all the eye to see. Fortunately, only Joey was looking... A cold shiver flew up Joey's spine, as if a blustering wintry wind had just brushed by, or a phantom had strayed across his path from the other side, floating past in a deadened manner, bringing its paranormal breezes with it to warn all those it touches.
'Does she hafta do that...hmmmm...she's killin' me as it is...if I don't die from somethin' else, she's gonna murder me like this...actually, I wouldn't mind if she killed me...'
She hadn't noticed the revelation of her bra, and continued with her work. "Ohhhh...yeahhhhhhh..." he murmured to himself.
Why did that tall blonde kid always stare at her so much? It was pretty obvious he had a thing for her and he wasn't trying very much to disguise it...that was evident...it wasn't even necessary to read his thoughts to figure THAT out. If anyone paid the tiniest bit of attention to him, they'd piece the puzzle together...he was probably out to kill her or something...either that, or he was planning to stalk her, rape her, and then kill her...great. Now she was going to end up in the middle of a filthy alley or something with her body half decapitated. She dealt him a baffled look, as if to say, "What the hell is your problem?? Leave me alone, you perv!" And then turned back to the completely meaningless math assignment she'd been so caringly given by her lovely bastard of a teacher.
It was probably a good thing she didn't read his mind; I'm betting that she wouldn't have been very pleased with what she saw. He wasn't thinking the cleanest of thoughts...tee hee...
She glanced down at her gently curving shoulder and yanked up her shirt quickly. When she cast the blonde one more suspicious look, he swiftly turned his head away from her.
'So THAT'S what he was so intent at looking at...typical...even I can tell that he likes me and I'll not really good at that kind of thing...he's...kind of odd...sort of a dork. He'd better not try anything...'
Joey was continuing indulging in his teenage guy fantasies with non-school appropriate content except for maybe gym class...EWWWWWW! as he watched her hypnotically twirl one of her wavy dark brown ringlets around her index finger, entranced in its movement in her despair. when he suddenly felt a sharp slap on his face. "What the-" he spun around.
"Well, Joey, it's nice to see you're back in this universe on earth again."
Still slightly in shock, he replied, "Whaddaya mean, Tristan?"
Tea giggled, "Well, he's only been trying to get your attention for about the last 10 minutes. Do you even have any idea what we've been takin' about? You're really spaced out, Joey..."
"I was...uhhh...I was listenin'...I heard every word..." he brainlessly fibbed.
"Really? The what were we talking about, hmmmm?"
"Uhhhhhhhh...rhinos who live in trees...?" explain later!! His retarded answer sent the entire group into a wild laughing fit.
Tristan, after about 5 whole minutes of this making fun of Joey feeding frenzy, still wiping tears of hysteria from his hazel eyes, finally spoke up, still with a hint of humor in his tone, "You really can be pretty stupid sometimes, you know that, buddy? Actually, more like all the time..."
"Yeah...what were you so interested in anyway, Joey? It's like, I dunno...you were...mesmerized." His midget sized friend widened his innocent purple eyes to emphasize the last word.
Irritated by Yugi's choice of words, he said warily, "Ohh...nuttin'...I was just...lookin' out the window at...there was this...ummm...rabid squirrel, see, an' it was white an'-"
"You ARE aware that the windows are on the OTHER side of the room?" Tea interrogated his backup story further, as if just to purposefully toy with him.
"Ummm...well...see..I ummm...uhhhhh..." he looked up at the ceiling and scratched his head.
Tristan grinned. "I bet I know what, or who he was lookin' at. He was- OOOOWWWWWW!!!!!" Joey smashed Tristan's shin with his new steel tipped boots he'd ironically yet conveniently worn that day. I SO need a pair of those!! Kick people to bloody pulps...he hee heee... :( for them, :) for me...
"Let's keep our limbs to ourselves, Mr. Wheeler," scolded their teacher.
"But he-"
"I don't CARE what Mr. Taylor did. this teacher has issues with calling them by their last names. YOU don't kick people and- are those steel tipped boots? What are you doing wearing those and assaulting others with them?"
"Uuummmmm..."
"Well, ARE they???" he queried.
"Ummmm...no...not really...kinda...sorta...a little bit...maybe...ummmmm....yeah..."
"You could SERIOUSLY injure someone with those. What are, stupid?! I've told you before that violence isn't allowed in this school! Unless its justifiable or in defense, which that definitely-
"Yeah it was-"
"No it wasn't! I wasn't lying or anything-"
"Shaddup, Tristan," he sneered.
"Don't interrupt me! If you want to beat people up, don't do it on my time! And don't you dare kick anyone again with those or I'll personally have to have you expelled. Comprende?!"
"Yeah..."
"Good. Now get back to work. This is high school, not kindergarten. There are rules you have to follow. And the rest of you!! Stop dawdling by gawking at him or I'll fail you all!"
"Yeah, fine..." Joey consented, giving up what little dignity he had to begin with.
The rest of the classroom quickly continued diligently scribbling away at their papers, while Joey grumbled about getting yelled at under his breath. "Grrr...rumble grumble grumble rgghhh..." make it sound like how Yzma sounds after she gets fired...Emperor's New Groove! He slouched down in his seat as low as he possibly could to avoid drawing attention to himself, while Tristan laughed quietly to himself for getting "Mr. Wheeler" into trouble. "Damn that Tristan...don't worry, buddy, I'll get ya good..." and he kicked Tristan in the shin again when he thought the teacher wasn't looking, and luckily for him, the teacher was busy talking to some kid who couldn't do long division.
OK, in case you're confused, you DEFINITIELY should be. If you aren't well, wowie zowie, you're smart. I'll get to the whole mind ready bit in the context of the story. I HATE explaining stuff like this!! Oh, looky there, she's doing again!! [hits herself over the head with a dictionary.] Oh, yes, and I promised to explain the tree rhinos. They're not just some random thing I made up now; they're actually a very old thingy I made up years and years and years ago. [I was disturbed child...] Very few people know about the tree rhinos, and even less truly understand their nature. [only 2- me and my sister, and maybe my friend, Mystic Kiwi...] Now I decided to broadcast them to the world. Well, they're these magical rhinos that reside in nests in the tippy tops of trees. You can find them anywhere, from the snowy mountains to tropical islands to deserts. [if there are trees...] They hate cities. If you climb a tree and meet one, they'll be extremely hospitable and even let you stay for tea or a snack, unless they're one of the evil rhinos, but they rarely happen. [they're usually evil twins...] They always talk about their huge rhino families who also live in trees, just like them, but tree rhinos are ALWAYS solitary creatures, no exceptions. If you piss them off, they'll use their "magical powers" on you and try to kill you. Well, someday I'm gonna write a whole history of them, so you can look forward to that. All righty then, you probably think I'm some kind of insane nutcase who belongs with some friends in spiffy white coats. I'm gonna shut up now and continue, please don't think that being insane makes me any worse of writer; actually it helps.