Rating: G (So far at least)
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I wish.
Summary: A REALISTIC view of the CSI's in high school. No relationships, and everyone gets their POV included. Including Greg. I'm basically following one CSI as they come into contact with one another. I don't know if that's very clear at all but.
I made up (most) of the stuff about their past, and I have no idea where this school is, but somewhere where it's cold in the winter. Please review, I need encouragement!
Laughing. Why was he laughing? What was so hilariously funny? Nick listened to himself continue to laugh. He wasn't really in control of his actions. If he was he would never laugh again.
Some kid barreled into him, and he wanted to get angry at him. Wanted take all his anger and focus it at this one guy. But he wouldn't. Because he was perfect. Instead, he shouted at the guy, in a joking manner of course. "Hey man! Watch where you're going!" He laughed out loud. Again.
He turned back to his "friend" to continue sharing one of his stupid stories. They always ended with Nick laughing. Always. He never failed to get a laugh out of someone. He didn't know what was so special about him that made people chuckle at his jokes. All he did was put on the mask that was Nick. That was perfect. They all thought he was perfect. Well he wasn't. Not at all. Inside... Inside he was somebody totally different.
He motioned with his hands, acting almost like a stand up comedian. Nick reached the punch line of his story, and burst out laughing, along with his "friend". His "friend" continued to giggle long after the story had been finished, then finally got herself under control.
"Hey, um, Nick." She began, "I was, uh, wondering if you were free to go to the dance with me. I mean, not like a date-date, but just like a date, you know?"
Nick froze. It wasn't as if this was abnormal or anything, but whenever a girl would flirt with him -or ask him out like this one had- Nick would pause to really look at that girl. Those long painted nails which would scrape across his back, leaving physical scars, but far deeper mental ones. That long soft hair that would suffocate him with its weight. That perfectly smooth skin that would burn him wherever it touched.
He knew that he shouldn't be afraid anymore. That he was so much stronger than this one teenaged girl. He knew that. But it didn't matter. It wasn't physical strength, but mental strength that he was afraid of. It was the remembrance of the power the baby-sitter had had over him that kept him from participating in anything that had a romantic angle to it. One thing could lead to another, and if he finally got the chance to get involved with someone, he wasn't sure if he could keep himself from taking it.
He desperately wanted to break away from his "perfect" self, and maybe confronting his fears was the way to do that. On the other hand, his "perfect" self guaranteed him a large circle of friends and if he finally did take off his mask he wondered if any of them would like him anymore. Would he just be left behind when all of his "friends" left him for some other perfect person?
Nick came back to the present, "I'm really sorry..." he paused, trying to remember her name, "but I don't even know if I can make it to the dance tonight... Please understand."
What's-her-name looked disappointed for all of a second, then a small smile appeared on her face, "Oh that's ok, I understand. Really, I do!"
Nick smiled back, "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have a class to get to. Bye!"
"Bye!"
He waved goodbye then pushed off of the lockers, his mind not on going to class, but on getting as far away from her as possible.
Continuing through the hallway, Nick noticed a disruption forming up ahead. He pushed through the thickening crowd until he could see what was happening. Two guys stood facing each other, glaring. One was at least a foot taller than the other, and Nick recognized him as Matt, one of the school's bullies. He also knew the shorter kid, one of his many "friends". Warrick wasn't quite as... obsessive as the rest of them though. That was probably why Nick didn't hang out with him as much as the others.
Whether Nick knew Warrick well or not didn't matter, he was Mr. Dependable, and was required to act that way.
He stepped between the two of them. He faced Matt, holding up his hands in a reassuring way. "Woah man, calm down. What's going on here?"
Matt's mouth opened to reply, but Warrick beat him to it. "Just get out of the way! He deserves to get beaten up."
"You couldn't beat me up if-"
Nick had to physically restrain the two guys to keep them from pummeling each other. "Hey!" Nick interrupted, "Warrick, why does he deserve to get beaten up?"
Warrick was seething with anger, "He insulted my grandmother, that's why!"
Matt sneered, "Yeah, well your old-"
"Enough! I really don't want to be a snitch here, but if you're going to insist on fighting I'll be forced to tell a teacher. Alright?"
"Yeah, alright." They both mumbled.
"Good." Nick let them go. When he saw that they weren't trying to kill each other anymore, he turned to leave. He'd only gone a few feet when Warrick caught up to him.
"Hey... Thanks for breaking our fight up. I didn't really want to fight you know. I just..."
"Wanted to let all your anger out?" Nick didn't know why but he felt that maybe he could trust Warrick. He barely even knew him, yet he wanted to tell Warrick everything. It would be a bit much to dump that on Warrick all at once, but maybe Nick could just show a bit of his real self to Warrick. Consider it a test to see if he could manage to have friends without being perfect.
"Yeah... something like that..." Warrick's voice had now dropped to a very soft tone. They both walked in silence for a moment or two. Warrick finally broke the heavy silence. "So, are you going to the dance tonight?"
Nick had learned lots of things about lying, and one of the most important rules was to always keep your lies consistent. "I'm not sure if I can make it or not..."
"Oh c'mon, it'll be fun!"
"Yeah... Fun..." Nick looked down at his feet.
"Is it just that you can't dance?"
Nick didn't say anything.
"That's it isn't it! You have two left feet so u don't want to come! You don't even have to actually dance with anyone if you don't want to you know."
Nick's head came up to look Warrick in the face, "I don't? Isn't that what a dance is about?"
"Well, mostly, but if you don't want to, you could just hang out with me and listen to the music."
"Won't you be dancing as well?"
"Yeah right, it's not like I have much of a chance of getting anyone to dance with me." He gestured to his thick glasses.
Nick smiled at Warrick, "I'll see if I can make it."
"I look forward to seeing you there!" Warrick glanced at the upcoming split in the hallway, "Well, here's my turn. See ya!"
"See ya!"
Nick continued down the hallway, still smiling to himself. His test had been successful. Now he couldn't wait until the dance where he could hang out with Warrick, his only real friend.
Telling the world how I feel.
To shout out,
My purpose,
My name,
My meaning,
My claim.
How my life seems so unreal.
Showing the world how I see.
To point out,
The horrors,
The tears,
The anger,
The fears.
How no one really is free.
Here's another poem for you! I think that this could be about how Nick really wants to escape his perfect self. But you know, I wrote this before I even had the idea for this story so.. It could mean a lot of things.
Everyone: I'm so sorry this took so long! I've been away on vacation and I forgot to tell you! Oh, I feel so bad now. Please keep up the encouragement! I know that my high school is kind of stereotypical, but I go to an all girls private school so.. I don't really know what it's like. But it's so weird, even though I go to an all girls school I find guys easiest to write. It's that weird? I don't get it..
A Bloom: Yes you're correct! (Well, you've already figured that out by now) About Greg and Sara getting along, I'm going to write one chapter for each character, then one where they all meet at the dance.
Kady Rilla Wholi: I see we both share the same clumsiness as well! *Tries to nod in agreement but ends up banging her head against the monitor * I have the order in which they all run into each other all planned out, and I'm sorry to say that Sara comes last. Last, but not least.. Definitely not least..
Charming-Storm: I admit that "those silly other high-school fics" are also pretty entertaining at times. Unfortunately, Catherine is probably going to be the hardest for me to write about. We all have our favourite characters, and Catherine just isn't one of mine. I'm still going to try though! I just have to do a bit of research first..
iheartcsi: I'm working hard on lengthening the chapters. Need to think up more stuff.. *Goes off into a trance-like stupor *
Elina: I agree that the whole high-school idea is usually not very well written. Hmmm.. sounds like a cool movie. I haven't seen it yet. Is it any good? And what's it called? Maybe I'll go rent it. You don't have to be sorry about that ranting thing, I do it all the time!
Mia: The kid he ran into, (which was Nick as you now know), doesn't really have anything to do with Greg, it just seemed like a good way for a transition between the two characters.
If anybody is still reading this.. go review! Oh, and also tell me if you like this personalized reply to most of your reviews. If you didn't get replied to, I'm sorry. I just don't want this review-reply thing to take up more space than the actual chapter.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I wish.
Summary: A REALISTIC view of the CSI's in high school. No relationships, and everyone gets their POV included. Including Greg. I'm basically following one CSI as they come into contact with one another. I don't know if that's very clear at all but.
I made up (most) of the stuff about their past, and I have no idea where this school is, but somewhere where it's cold in the winter. Please review, I need encouragement!
Laughing. Why was he laughing? What was so hilariously funny? Nick listened to himself continue to laugh. He wasn't really in control of his actions. If he was he would never laugh again.
Some kid barreled into him, and he wanted to get angry at him. Wanted take all his anger and focus it at this one guy. But he wouldn't. Because he was perfect. Instead, he shouted at the guy, in a joking manner of course. "Hey man! Watch where you're going!" He laughed out loud. Again.
He turned back to his "friend" to continue sharing one of his stupid stories. They always ended with Nick laughing. Always. He never failed to get a laugh out of someone. He didn't know what was so special about him that made people chuckle at his jokes. All he did was put on the mask that was Nick. That was perfect. They all thought he was perfect. Well he wasn't. Not at all. Inside... Inside he was somebody totally different.
He motioned with his hands, acting almost like a stand up comedian. Nick reached the punch line of his story, and burst out laughing, along with his "friend". His "friend" continued to giggle long after the story had been finished, then finally got herself under control.
"Hey, um, Nick." She began, "I was, uh, wondering if you were free to go to the dance with me. I mean, not like a date-date, but just like a date, you know?"
Nick froze. It wasn't as if this was abnormal or anything, but whenever a girl would flirt with him -or ask him out like this one had- Nick would pause to really look at that girl. Those long painted nails which would scrape across his back, leaving physical scars, but far deeper mental ones. That long soft hair that would suffocate him with its weight. That perfectly smooth skin that would burn him wherever it touched.
He knew that he shouldn't be afraid anymore. That he was so much stronger than this one teenaged girl. He knew that. But it didn't matter. It wasn't physical strength, but mental strength that he was afraid of. It was the remembrance of the power the baby-sitter had had over him that kept him from participating in anything that had a romantic angle to it. One thing could lead to another, and if he finally got the chance to get involved with someone, he wasn't sure if he could keep himself from taking it.
He desperately wanted to break away from his "perfect" self, and maybe confronting his fears was the way to do that. On the other hand, his "perfect" self guaranteed him a large circle of friends and if he finally did take off his mask he wondered if any of them would like him anymore. Would he just be left behind when all of his "friends" left him for some other perfect person?
Nick came back to the present, "I'm really sorry..." he paused, trying to remember her name, "but I don't even know if I can make it to the dance tonight... Please understand."
What's-her-name looked disappointed for all of a second, then a small smile appeared on her face, "Oh that's ok, I understand. Really, I do!"
Nick smiled back, "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have a class to get to. Bye!"
"Bye!"
He waved goodbye then pushed off of the lockers, his mind not on going to class, but on getting as far away from her as possible.
Continuing through the hallway, Nick noticed a disruption forming up ahead. He pushed through the thickening crowd until he could see what was happening. Two guys stood facing each other, glaring. One was at least a foot taller than the other, and Nick recognized him as Matt, one of the school's bullies. He also knew the shorter kid, one of his many "friends". Warrick wasn't quite as... obsessive as the rest of them though. That was probably why Nick didn't hang out with him as much as the others.
Whether Nick knew Warrick well or not didn't matter, he was Mr. Dependable, and was required to act that way.
He stepped between the two of them. He faced Matt, holding up his hands in a reassuring way. "Woah man, calm down. What's going on here?"
Matt's mouth opened to reply, but Warrick beat him to it. "Just get out of the way! He deserves to get beaten up."
"You couldn't beat me up if-"
Nick had to physically restrain the two guys to keep them from pummeling each other. "Hey!" Nick interrupted, "Warrick, why does he deserve to get beaten up?"
Warrick was seething with anger, "He insulted my grandmother, that's why!"
Matt sneered, "Yeah, well your old-"
"Enough! I really don't want to be a snitch here, but if you're going to insist on fighting I'll be forced to tell a teacher. Alright?"
"Yeah, alright." They both mumbled.
"Good." Nick let them go. When he saw that they weren't trying to kill each other anymore, he turned to leave. He'd only gone a few feet when Warrick caught up to him.
"Hey... Thanks for breaking our fight up. I didn't really want to fight you know. I just..."
"Wanted to let all your anger out?" Nick didn't know why but he felt that maybe he could trust Warrick. He barely even knew him, yet he wanted to tell Warrick everything. It would be a bit much to dump that on Warrick all at once, but maybe Nick could just show a bit of his real self to Warrick. Consider it a test to see if he could manage to have friends without being perfect.
"Yeah... something like that..." Warrick's voice had now dropped to a very soft tone. They both walked in silence for a moment or two. Warrick finally broke the heavy silence. "So, are you going to the dance tonight?"
Nick had learned lots of things about lying, and one of the most important rules was to always keep your lies consistent. "I'm not sure if I can make it or not..."
"Oh c'mon, it'll be fun!"
"Yeah... Fun..." Nick looked down at his feet.
"Is it just that you can't dance?"
Nick didn't say anything.
"That's it isn't it! You have two left feet so u don't want to come! You don't even have to actually dance with anyone if you don't want to you know."
Nick's head came up to look Warrick in the face, "I don't? Isn't that what a dance is about?"
"Well, mostly, but if you don't want to, you could just hang out with me and listen to the music."
"Won't you be dancing as well?"
"Yeah right, it's not like I have much of a chance of getting anyone to dance with me." He gestured to his thick glasses.
Nick smiled at Warrick, "I'll see if I can make it."
"I look forward to seeing you there!" Warrick glanced at the upcoming split in the hallway, "Well, here's my turn. See ya!"
"See ya!"
Nick continued down the hallway, still smiling to himself. His test had been successful. Now he couldn't wait until the dance where he could hang out with Warrick, his only real friend.
Telling the world how I feel.
To shout out,
My purpose,
My name,
My meaning,
My claim.
How my life seems so unreal.
Showing the world how I see.
To point out,
The horrors,
The tears,
The anger,
The fears.
How no one really is free.
Here's another poem for you! I think that this could be about how Nick really wants to escape his perfect self. But you know, I wrote this before I even had the idea for this story so.. It could mean a lot of things.
Everyone: I'm so sorry this took so long! I've been away on vacation and I forgot to tell you! Oh, I feel so bad now. Please keep up the encouragement! I know that my high school is kind of stereotypical, but I go to an all girls private school so.. I don't really know what it's like. But it's so weird, even though I go to an all girls school I find guys easiest to write. It's that weird? I don't get it..
A Bloom: Yes you're correct! (Well, you've already figured that out by now) About Greg and Sara getting along, I'm going to write one chapter for each character, then one where they all meet at the dance.
Kady Rilla Wholi: I see we both share the same clumsiness as well! *Tries to nod in agreement but ends up banging her head against the monitor * I have the order in which they all run into each other all planned out, and I'm sorry to say that Sara comes last. Last, but not least.. Definitely not least..
Charming-Storm: I admit that "those silly other high-school fics" are also pretty entertaining at times. Unfortunately, Catherine is probably going to be the hardest for me to write about. We all have our favourite characters, and Catherine just isn't one of mine. I'm still going to try though! I just have to do a bit of research first..
iheartcsi: I'm working hard on lengthening the chapters. Need to think up more stuff.. *Goes off into a trance-like stupor *
Elina: I agree that the whole high-school idea is usually not very well written. Hmmm.. sounds like a cool movie. I haven't seen it yet. Is it any good? And what's it called? Maybe I'll go rent it. You don't have to be sorry about that ranting thing, I do it all the time!
Mia: The kid he ran into, (which was Nick as you now know), doesn't really have anything to do with Greg, it just seemed like a good way for a transition between the two characters.
If anybody is still reading this.. go review! Oh, and also tell me if you like this personalized reply to most of your reviews. If you didn't get replied to, I'm sorry. I just don't want this review-reply thing to take up more space than the actual chapter.
