A.N: Yay! Another chapter! I'm so good to you guys. =P
Paradoxical: -_- Whatever.
Rank and File
Chapter Twelve
By Firefly-chan
I knew I shouldn't have felt guilty but I did. I felt pretty damned guilty. And then I got pissed off at myself for feeling guilty because there's this one side of me that doesn't believe I am. I mean, I can't help it. Even if it was a stupid, immature game meant for only wasting time, it was MY time that I wasted and now we both lost because HE forfeited. Who the hell does he think he is doing that, anyway? I happened to like making him squirm, even if it was a rare sight if I did. It gave me something to do and now I don't have it anymore. Damnit!
I clenched my teeth to keep from hitting my hand against the school's bathroom wall. Alright, now what could I do? I leant against the sink, taking in a deep, slow breath to think things over. Y'know, even if he did say he quitted, which is completely stupid, that doesn't necessarily mean that I have to. So I technically can still annoy him because I never really quit. And then maybe he'd join in again? It'd be pointless to do it if he wasn't doing anything in return. Where's the fun in that?
I opened my eyes again, smiling smugly. Haha, so I do come up with fairly well plans after all. And Celestyn said otherwise, the black-haired weirdo. I really had to restrain myself from running down the halls screaming "I'm better than you are! I'm better than you are! Nyah, nyah, nyah!" but then I knew if I did that then they'd probably lock me away in some far off place I can't even pronounce. And we know how much I'd hate that. Being locked in those stupid small rooms. Erg, I don't know how those people can stand it. It seems like it'd be an annoying pain in the ass.
I seemed to find myself in the bathroom quite a lot. Eheh, so what if I tended to stay in here until class period was over? It's not like English is -that- important anyway. Besides, the bastard is in that class. No, I'm not talking about Kai. I'm talking about the smart, evil bastard. The smart evil bastard who likes to think he's better at English then me...er, even though he probably is. But the main point is that he's short, has glasses, and he's a smart evil bastard. Alright? Alright.
Anyway, I figured the bell should be ringing soon since there was only two more minutes of class left. I pushed myself away from the sink with a quiet sigh, quietly opening the bathroom door and stepping out. Just as I had made myself open to the hallway, the bell rang, just as I had expected. Tucking my books under my arm, I padded down the hall through the crowd of people, hoping my English teacher didn't see me or come looking for me.
I had a long ass walk since my locker rested way on the other side of the school. I sighed again, rubbing a hand through my hair as I shoved past a few more people that were in my way. It took about a minute and a half to reach my locker but when I finally did make it, almost everyone besides a few people had hurried into their next class.
I dropped my books to my feet, taking the lock in my hand and starting to dial in the code to open it. I slid off the lock a moment later, and opened my locker; picking up my books and shoving them back inside. I took out my the things I would need for World Language before shutting my locker back up, and placing the lock back on it. Brushing a strand of hair from my eyes, I turned around and was about to start off but ended up running into someone who had apparently been standing behind me when I was getting my books from my locker.
I sighed; scratching the back of my head and taking a couple steps back. I tilted an eyebrow upward upon seeing my little blue-haired stalker, feeling my patience slowly thinning out. "What do you want, Oh-high-and-mighty-one?" I asked coldly, narrowing my eyes suspiciously.
Kai shrugged, hands stuck in his jean pockets. "I need to talk to you."
I resisted the urge to burst into insane laughter. "You're joking right?" I stared at him, feeling a smile pull at my lips. "In case you've forgotten, you've pulled that one exactly three times on me already. I don't think it's going to work this time, Kai."
"What would you say if I told you that I -just- wanted to talk this time?"
"I'd tell you you're full of shit," I flashed him an innocent smile, brushing past him. "You were full of shit before, Kai, and I'm sure it's no different this time."
"Tyson--wait," He turned around sharply, resting a hand on my shoulder to bring me to a stop. "I need to talk to you this time. -Just- talk. I swear, that's all."
I sighed, turning around, and folding my arms over my chest. "You're wasting my time."
He gritted his teeth together, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face. "And you're testing my patience," He muttered, tightening the grip on my arm. In one clean, swift move he had swung me around; opened the closet door that held school supplies in it, and shoved me inside. I sighed, predicting this would happen, watching him carefully as he shut the door behind him, facing me after a few seconds.
"Just to talk, eh?" I said bitterly, glaring at the taller boy.
"Yes, that's right," He snapped, glaring back at me. "To talk."
I raised my other eyebrow, sitting down on a carton box that was probably used to haul things in and out of the school. "Well," I started slowly; "I'm listening."
"I know you're angry with me," He began.
I cut him off with a quick wave of my hand. "Wait a second," I brushed a strand of hair from my eyes. "Whatever gave you the idea that I was angry with you? You've done nothing to me this past week."
"Exactly," He nodded, leaning against the closed door.
I snorted, rolling my eyes. "Oh, yeah. I'm real angry with you because you haven't been molesting and harassing me like you usually do. Yep, Kai. You hit the mark right on that one..."
"Tyson, would you stop being a smartass for a moment and let me talk?" He growled, annoyed. "What I mean is, I've obviously accomplished in pissing you off." He studied me silently. "I'm guessing you really liked to annoy me or otherwise I would've never had this kind of affect on you when I said I wasn't going to do anything else to you. In other words, -I- made -you- upset."
I leaned foreword on the crate, my eyes narrowing even further. "You can't be saying what I think you're saying..."
"I think I am,"
"No!" I dug my fingers into my palms, clenching my teeth. "Of course you'd do something like that! Just to see my reaction! Why the hell didn't I see that in the first place?" I let out a aggravated breath. "So if I'm correct, that is the reason why you said you quitted, right? Because you never really meant it? You just wanted to make me pissed?"
He smirked. "Correct."
"I should've known," I grumbled, pushing myself up from the crate. "That's so like you." I faced him, lowering my gaze levelly, and placing my hands on my hips. "Now I'm officially sick of you because I was basically drowning in guilt." I glared at him. "Happy?"
"Yeah, actually. I kinda am..."
Bleh. Cocky bastard.
"Okay," I stomped one foot to the tiled ground, knowing that I probably looked like a spoilt brat but not really caring, "let me out, right now."
Kai stepped aside, gesturing to the door. "Let yourself out. I'm not keeping you here."
I had a sudden urge to step on his foot but resisted, tugging on the doorknob to the closet and pulling it to the right.
"Son of a bitch!" I whispered, trying the door again. "Open, damn you. Open!"
Kai sighed, leaning against the wall. "Don't tell me we're locked in here."
I spun to face him, offering him a withering glare. "Yes, Kai. We're locked in. And it's all -your- damned fault because -you're- the one who pushed me in here and shut the door."
"If I opened it on the outside, how can it lock from the inside?" Kai lightly pushed me aside. "Let me try."
I flung my hands in the air. "Go ahead, milord. I'm sure you could do a -much- better job then me."
He didn't reply, but placed his hand on the brass knob, turned and pushed. Again, the door didn't budge.
"Damn," He ran a hand through his hair, sighing again. "I guess we'll have to force it open since we're late to our next class anyway. Everybody is probably out of the halls."
"Force it open?" I stared at him. "And how, Kai dear, do you presume we do that?"
****
Mary-Beth was a nice girl, one that was quiet but nice, and almost always had good marks on her report card. She was a freshman, though, and that made her venerable to...disturbing things. And the moment she happened to walk down the first hall of Akita High School, was probably one of the biggest mistakes she made.
She was been taking a pass down to her World Language teacher since she had been in the library checking out a few books for a report she was doing. She was about half way to the class when she heard something that made her stop in her tracks. She blinked, looking around, trying to search for the source of the noise. Strangely, it had almost sounded like muffled voices but then she thought again, figuring it couldn't be since she was the only one -in- the hall.
Mary-Beth was about to start off again when the noise came again. She frowned, looking pointedly at a closet a few yards from her. 'It's coming from in there,' She thought to herself, 'but why would anybody be in the closet.'
Shuffling closer to the closet, she pressed her ear against the wooden panel, squinting as she listened.
"You have to push harder," One voice was saying, annoyed.
"Shut up--Ow! That hurts! Ow, let go!" The other voice sounded as if he was in pain.
"I can't let go. If I do then we'll hurt ourselves," The first voice paused. "Here, put your hand right there and your leg right...yeah, right there. Now--shit! Don't do that!"
"What?!" The second voice sounded exasperated.
"Here, let me do it for you," There were several loud 'ows' and 'ahhs' that caused Mary-Beth to raise an inquiring eyebrow. Exactly what were they doing in there?
"It's too small, you blue-haired moron," The second voice snapped, "It's never going to fit."
"I'll make it fit," Came the first voice, sounding a bit disgruntled and mumbled.
"No! No! Don't do that!" The second let out a scream. "Damnit, you're going to kill me!"
"Listen, this is the only way we're going to...wait, maybe if I do this...?" The first trailed off, followed with a few shuffling noises.
There was silence for a moment before the second began again, "You'll tear me in two if you do that, y'know. I told you; find something smaller. That's too big to fit in this small little hole..."
"What else am I suppose to use?" The first exclaimed, following with a sigh.
"I don't know--use that!"
"You're kidding me. I'll never get that in...in there!"
"Okay, so you think of something, genius. I don't know how much longer I can stay in this position, though, because it's very uncomfortable. So think fast," The second growled, apparently pissed off.
"Here, do this," The first started after another moment. "Put both of your legs right there, but do it carefully so you don't kill me or something. And then push."
There was another shuffling sound.
"I can't do it," The second finally sighed. "It won't work."
"Let's go back to this then, I almost had it before..."
"I told you! It's too damn big! You'll kill me! We don't have much room in here, y'know."
"Just relax, okay? If I do this right then I'm sure we'll be out of--"
But Mary-Beth didn't hear anymore. She backed away from the door with a horrified, pale face. Slapping a hand over her mouth, she turned and quickly ran to the other way in which she had come.
***
I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand, letting out a sigh as Kai tried to force the door open with a broom, almost hitting me in the head (again) with the back of it. I sat down on the carton again, frowning at the stubborn door.
"We're never going to get out of here," I grumbled.
Kai dropped the broom to his feet, ignoring me as he bent to the level of the doorknob. Letting out a sigh, he placed his hand on the knob again and turned it sharply to the left.
The door opened.
I blinked.
He looked dryly amused.
"How'd you do that?" I jumped to my feet, staring at him.
"We've been trying to open the door by turning the knob right," He said, stepping from the closet and brushing a lock of hair from his eyes. "But I guess it opens when you turn it to the left."
I blinked again before my shocked expression was gone and a pissed off one had replaced it. "That's so stupid!" I growled, stomping from the closet. "Whoever made the idea of turning the knob to the left to open it?!"
I spun on Kai, glaring at him again. "And -you-. It was your fault we were stuck in there in the first place. So if you wouldn't mind, how about you never talk to me ever again?"
Kai raised an eyebrow upwards, but said nothing.
I sniffed and stuck my nose in the air before turning around and stalking off. Right before I turned the corner, I heard Kai roughly mutter to himself about how 'girly I could act'. I stuck my head back around the corner, sticking my tongue out at him before heading back on my trek to World Language.
Right before I opened the door to my classroom, a pretty blonde girl was walking quickly down the hall with the school principal at her side. She looked frantic, while the principal looked a bit disturbed.
"I heard them from the closet," She was saying as she and the principal passed me. "They were 'engaging in activities'. I swear! I heard them!"
I snickered as they disappeared around another corner. I shook my head, thinking as I opened the door to the classroom and stepped inside, 'I wonder who's stupid enough to do that in a closet? And in a school one. Figures they'd get in trouble...'
It didn't even occur to me that the closet she was talking about was the one Kai and me had been stuck in.
End Chapter Twelve.
End Notes: XD I'm an evil bitch. ^_^;
Paradoxical: Yes. Yes, you are.
Firefly-chan: =P Anyway, review, ne?
Paradoxical: -_- Whatever.
Rank and File
Chapter Twelve
By Firefly-chan
I knew I shouldn't have felt guilty but I did. I felt pretty damned guilty. And then I got pissed off at myself for feeling guilty because there's this one side of me that doesn't believe I am. I mean, I can't help it. Even if it was a stupid, immature game meant for only wasting time, it was MY time that I wasted and now we both lost because HE forfeited. Who the hell does he think he is doing that, anyway? I happened to like making him squirm, even if it was a rare sight if I did. It gave me something to do and now I don't have it anymore. Damnit!
I clenched my teeth to keep from hitting my hand against the school's bathroom wall. Alright, now what could I do? I leant against the sink, taking in a deep, slow breath to think things over. Y'know, even if he did say he quitted, which is completely stupid, that doesn't necessarily mean that I have to. So I technically can still annoy him because I never really quit. And then maybe he'd join in again? It'd be pointless to do it if he wasn't doing anything in return. Where's the fun in that?
I opened my eyes again, smiling smugly. Haha, so I do come up with fairly well plans after all. And Celestyn said otherwise, the black-haired weirdo. I really had to restrain myself from running down the halls screaming "I'm better than you are! I'm better than you are! Nyah, nyah, nyah!" but then I knew if I did that then they'd probably lock me away in some far off place I can't even pronounce. And we know how much I'd hate that. Being locked in those stupid small rooms. Erg, I don't know how those people can stand it. It seems like it'd be an annoying pain in the ass.
I seemed to find myself in the bathroom quite a lot. Eheh, so what if I tended to stay in here until class period was over? It's not like English is -that- important anyway. Besides, the bastard is in that class. No, I'm not talking about Kai. I'm talking about the smart, evil bastard. The smart evil bastard who likes to think he's better at English then me...er, even though he probably is. But the main point is that he's short, has glasses, and he's a smart evil bastard. Alright? Alright.
Anyway, I figured the bell should be ringing soon since there was only two more minutes of class left. I pushed myself away from the sink with a quiet sigh, quietly opening the bathroom door and stepping out. Just as I had made myself open to the hallway, the bell rang, just as I had expected. Tucking my books under my arm, I padded down the hall through the crowd of people, hoping my English teacher didn't see me or come looking for me.
I had a long ass walk since my locker rested way on the other side of the school. I sighed again, rubbing a hand through my hair as I shoved past a few more people that were in my way. It took about a minute and a half to reach my locker but when I finally did make it, almost everyone besides a few people had hurried into their next class.
I dropped my books to my feet, taking the lock in my hand and starting to dial in the code to open it. I slid off the lock a moment later, and opened my locker; picking up my books and shoving them back inside. I took out my the things I would need for World Language before shutting my locker back up, and placing the lock back on it. Brushing a strand of hair from my eyes, I turned around and was about to start off but ended up running into someone who had apparently been standing behind me when I was getting my books from my locker.
I sighed; scratching the back of my head and taking a couple steps back. I tilted an eyebrow upward upon seeing my little blue-haired stalker, feeling my patience slowly thinning out. "What do you want, Oh-high-and-mighty-one?" I asked coldly, narrowing my eyes suspiciously.
Kai shrugged, hands stuck in his jean pockets. "I need to talk to you."
I resisted the urge to burst into insane laughter. "You're joking right?" I stared at him, feeling a smile pull at my lips. "In case you've forgotten, you've pulled that one exactly three times on me already. I don't think it's going to work this time, Kai."
"What would you say if I told you that I -just- wanted to talk this time?"
"I'd tell you you're full of shit," I flashed him an innocent smile, brushing past him. "You were full of shit before, Kai, and I'm sure it's no different this time."
"Tyson--wait," He turned around sharply, resting a hand on my shoulder to bring me to a stop. "I need to talk to you this time. -Just- talk. I swear, that's all."
I sighed, turning around, and folding my arms over my chest. "You're wasting my time."
He gritted his teeth together, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face. "And you're testing my patience," He muttered, tightening the grip on my arm. In one clean, swift move he had swung me around; opened the closet door that held school supplies in it, and shoved me inside. I sighed, predicting this would happen, watching him carefully as he shut the door behind him, facing me after a few seconds.
"Just to talk, eh?" I said bitterly, glaring at the taller boy.
"Yes, that's right," He snapped, glaring back at me. "To talk."
I raised my other eyebrow, sitting down on a carton box that was probably used to haul things in and out of the school. "Well," I started slowly; "I'm listening."
"I know you're angry with me," He began.
I cut him off with a quick wave of my hand. "Wait a second," I brushed a strand of hair from my eyes. "Whatever gave you the idea that I was angry with you? You've done nothing to me this past week."
"Exactly," He nodded, leaning against the closed door.
I snorted, rolling my eyes. "Oh, yeah. I'm real angry with you because you haven't been molesting and harassing me like you usually do. Yep, Kai. You hit the mark right on that one..."
"Tyson, would you stop being a smartass for a moment and let me talk?" He growled, annoyed. "What I mean is, I've obviously accomplished in pissing you off." He studied me silently. "I'm guessing you really liked to annoy me or otherwise I would've never had this kind of affect on you when I said I wasn't going to do anything else to you. In other words, -I- made -you- upset."
I leaned foreword on the crate, my eyes narrowing even further. "You can't be saying what I think you're saying..."
"I think I am,"
"No!" I dug my fingers into my palms, clenching my teeth. "Of course you'd do something like that! Just to see my reaction! Why the hell didn't I see that in the first place?" I let out a aggravated breath. "So if I'm correct, that is the reason why you said you quitted, right? Because you never really meant it? You just wanted to make me pissed?"
He smirked. "Correct."
"I should've known," I grumbled, pushing myself up from the crate. "That's so like you." I faced him, lowering my gaze levelly, and placing my hands on my hips. "Now I'm officially sick of you because I was basically drowning in guilt." I glared at him. "Happy?"
"Yeah, actually. I kinda am..."
Bleh. Cocky bastard.
"Okay," I stomped one foot to the tiled ground, knowing that I probably looked like a spoilt brat but not really caring, "let me out, right now."
Kai stepped aside, gesturing to the door. "Let yourself out. I'm not keeping you here."
I had a sudden urge to step on his foot but resisted, tugging on the doorknob to the closet and pulling it to the right.
"Son of a bitch!" I whispered, trying the door again. "Open, damn you. Open!"
Kai sighed, leaning against the wall. "Don't tell me we're locked in here."
I spun to face him, offering him a withering glare. "Yes, Kai. We're locked in. And it's all -your- damned fault because -you're- the one who pushed me in here and shut the door."
"If I opened it on the outside, how can it lock from the inside?" Kai lightly pushed me aside. "Let me try."
I flung my hands in the air. "Go ahead, milord. I'm sure you could do a -much- better job then me."
He didn't reply, but placed his hand on the brass knob, turned and pushed. Again, the door didn't budge.
"Damn," He ran a hand through his hair, sighing again. "I guess we'll have to force it open since we're late to our next class anyway. Everybody is probably out of the halls."
"Force it open?" I stared at him. "And how, Kai dear, do you presume we do that?"
****
Mary-Beth was a nice girl, one that was quiet but nice, and almost always had good marks on her report card. She was a freshman, though, and that made her venerable to...disturbing things. And the moment she happened to walk down the first hall of Akita High School, was probably one of the biggest mistakes she made.
She was been taking a pass down to her World Language teacher since she had been in the library checking out a few books for a report she was doing. She was about half way to the class when she heard something that made her stop in her tracks. She blinked, looking around, trying to search for the source of the noise. Strangely, it had almost sounded like muffled voices but then she thought again, figuring it couldn't be since she was the only one -in- the hall.
Mary-Beth was about to start off again when the noise came again. She frowned, looking pointedly at a closet a few yards from her. 'It's coming from in there,' She thought to herself, 'but why would anybody be in the closet.'
Shuffling closer to the closet, she pressed her ear against the wooden panel, squinting as she listened.
"You have to push harder," One voice was saying, annoyed.
"Shut up--Ow! That hurts! Ow, let go!" The other voice sounded as if he was in pain.
"I can't let go. If I do then we'll hurt ourselves," The first voice paused. "Here, put your hand right there and your leg right...yeah, right there. Now--shit! Don't do that!"
"What?!" The second voice sounded exasperated.
"Here, let me do it for you," There were several loud 'ows' and 'ahhs' that caused Mary-Beth to raise an inquiring eyebrow. Exactly what were they doing in there?
"It's too small, you blue-haired moron," The second voice snapped, "It's never going to fit."
"I'll make it fit," Came the first voice, sounding a bit disgruntled and mumbled.
"No! No! Don't do that!" The second let out a scream. "Damnit, you're going to kill me!"
"Listen, this is the only way we're going to...wait, maybe if I do this...?" The first trailed off, followed with a few shuffling noises.
There was silence for a moment before the second began again, "You'll tear me in two if you do that, y'know. I told you; find something smaller. That's too big to fit in this small little hole..."
"What else am I suppose to use?" The first exclaimed, following with a sigh.
"I don't know--use that!"
"You're kidding me. I'll never get that in...in there!"
"Okay, so you think of something, genius. I don't know how much longer I can stay in this position, though, because it's very uncomfortable. So think fast," The second growled, apparently pissed off.
"Here, do this," The first started after another moment. "Put both of your legs right there, but do it carefully so you don't kill me or something. And then push."
There was another shuffling sound.
"I can't do it," The second finally sighed. "It won't work."
"Let's go back to this then, I almost had it before..."
"I told you! It's too damn big! You'll kill me! We don't have much room in here, y'know."
"Just relax, okay? If I do this right then I'm sure we'll be out of--"
But Mary-Beth didn't hear anymore. She backed away from the door with a horrified, pale face. Slapping a hand over her mouth, she turned and quickly ran to the other way in which she had come.
***
I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand, letting out a sigh as Kai tried to force the door open with a broom, almost hitting me in the head (again) with the back of it. I sat down on the carton again, frowning at the stubborn door.
"We're never going to get out of here," I grumbled.
Kai dropped the broom to his feet, ignoring me as he bent to the level of the doorknob. Letting out a sigh, he placed his hand on the knob again and turned it sharply to the left.
The door opened.
I blinked.
He looked dryly amused.
"How'd you do that?" I jumped to my feet, staring at him.
"We've been trying to open the door by turning the knob right," He said, stepping from the closet and brushing a lock of hair from his eyes. "But I guess it opens when you turn it to the left."
I blinked again before my shocked expression was gone and a pissed off one had replaced it. "That's so stupid!" I growled, stomping from the closet. "Whoever made the idea of turning the knob to the left to open it?!"
I spun on Kai, glaring at him again. "And -you-. It was your fault we were stuck in there in the first place. So if you wouldn't mind, how about you never talk to me ever again?"
Kai raised an eyebrow upwards, but said nothing.
I sniffed and stuck my nose in the air before turning around and stalking off. Right before I turned the corner, I heard Kai roughly mutter to himself about how 'girly I could act'. I stuck my head back around the corner, sticking my tongue out at him before heading back on my trek to World Language.
Right before I opened the door to my classroom, a pretty blonde girl was walking quickly down the hall with the school principal at her side. She looked frantic, while the principal looked a bit disturbed.
"I heard them from the closet," She was saying as she and the principal passed me. "They were 'engaging in activities'. I swear! I heard them!"
I snickered as they disappeared around another corner. I shook my head, thinking as I opened the door to the classroom and stepped inside, 'I wonder who's stupid enough to do that in a closet? And in a school one. Figures they'd get in trouble...'
It didn't even occur to me that the closet she was talking about was the one Kai and me had been stuck in.
End Chapter Twelve.
End Notes: XD I'm an evil bitch. ^_^;
Paradoxical: Yes. Yes, you are.
Firefly-chan: =P Anyway, review, ne?