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BUMLETS

I was already in homeroom, sitting at my desk and reading a book when the rest of my classmates began pouring in, talking rather loudly. Annoyed and unable to concentrate on my book any longer, I snapped it shut and watched them file in.

There was Mush (nice guy, though a bit on the hyperactive side), Ershey (nice girl, always on the hyperactive side), Kyriel (she's alright… I swear she has ADD sometimes), Skittery (moody), and—

Oh, no.

Izzy.

Save me.

Where the fuck is my book?!

I quickly reopen my book, positioning it in front of my face in an attempt to hide from the monster I like to call – Izzy.

Alright, alright, so she wasn't exactly a monster… She's actually quite attractive for a weird, nerdy, lunatic who just happened to be completely obsessed with me. In fact, I'd probably go out with her if she didn't act as if she worshipped the ground I walked on… Kind of scary, really.

I sighed as I watched her pull up a chair to the desk next to me, her best friend, Swifty, sitting next to her. I always wondered why she chose to hang out with a guy instead of a girl. But anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, I—And now, she's staring at me. Joy.

"Hey, Bumlets!" she said in a cheery voice, accompanied by a pretty smile. I nodded in response, then quickly looked away. You know, I thought when you sat in a desk near the corner of the room, people wouldn't notice you…

"How've you been?" she asked, still smiling.

I shrugged.

"I see," Izzy replied, as if she were deeply intrigued by my response. See? Crazy.

Just then, our teacher, Mr. Stanley, cleared his throat and the class quieted down. THANK YOU.

"Okay," he said in his usual quiet drone. Our class is always FORCED to be silent, just to be able to hear the guy! "Today, we'll be starting a chemistry lab…" And cue Bumlets sleeping with his eyes opened. What was he starting to babble about anyway? He was like the thing that wouldn't shut up…

"… Blah, blah, blah… element table… blah, blah…"

I wonder what happens next in my book…

"… Blah, blah… working in groups of two… blah…"

I wish it were drama class…

"… Blah, blah… choose your partners—."

WHAT?! I glanced quickly at Izzy, and saw a smile spread across her face. Oh, no. Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no… I looked around, searching for a potential group of people that could be my partners, but I didn't find anyone I knew well enough.

That's what I get for not talking to many people.

Damned karma.

STRIKER

I glanced around the classroom, looking for a partner for our chemistry project. I was thinking of partnering up with Sapphy, as usual, but she seemed to already be partners with that Italian boy. Y'know, I can never remember his name.

"Guess I'll just wait for someone to come to me," I said to myself confidently, examining my newly manicured nails. I'm pretty high on the popularity scale, right? Someone's BOUND to want to partner up with me. A-ha! Here comes someone now!

"Hey, Striker, you got a partner?"

I turned around, shaking my head 'no', and found Swifty staring back at me. I raised an eyebrow.

"Aren't you going to be partners with Izzy?" I asked.

He shrugged. "She's partners with Bumlets."

"That drama geek?" I said casually. "Weird. Oh, well. Nope, I don't have a partner. You're welcome to be mine." I smiled and he smiled back.

Eep, he's so adorable. Too bad he's gay. Or… I think he's gay. I mean, he's way, way nicer than the other guys at this school, he didn't have a girlfriend. AND just look at his hair! No guy has hair that nice. 'Course, you never know, he could just be high maintenance. … I still opted for gay.

I'd so go out with him if I were a guy. Oh, and gay.

So, chemistry class didn't turn out so bad, after all. I got to hang out with Swifty, who I found out is the sweetest guy I've ever known, while Sapphy oogled over that Italian guy (whose name I still have not remembered).

I exited the classroom, for some reason not wanting to leave Swifty, and joined Sapphy, who was already outside. She was happily humming some tune to herself, and bouncing up and down. I was pretty sure she'd burst into song like she usually—

"DANCING THROUGH LIIIIIIIIIIFE!" There it was.

She was the happiest person with an after school detention I've ever seen.

"So, Sapphy," I said, successfully gaining her attention, "Are we just gonna stand here or do you want to actually get to P.E. on time?"

She laughed. "Sorry! I'm just SO HAPPY! YOUR LIFE COULD END UP CHANGING WHILE YOU'RE DANCING THROUUUUUUUGH!"

And that's how it went.

All the way to the gym.

KYRIEL

"To apathy, to empathy, to entropy, ecs-ta-cy!" Ersh and I sang as skipped, arms linked, into the girls' locker room to change into our P.E. clothes.

You know, I just noticed. We don't have uniforms for regular classes, yet we have them for P.E.

Weird.

ANYWAY!

A couple minutes later, Ershey and I emerged, still singing "La Vie Boheme" at the top of our lungs, only now we were accompanied by Sapphy, a fellow RENT fan.

"Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion! Creation, vacation! MUCHO—."

"SHUT UP!" Skittery. Joy.

"Well, SOMEONE'S in a bad mood, now aren't we?" Sapphy said teasingly to Skittery.

"You would be, too, if someone decided to stuff your locker with tiny, crumpled up pieces of paper!" Oh, yeah… Damn, that was fun. "How the hell did you get my locker combination?!"

"That's for me to know and for you to never find out," I replied, sticking my tongue out at him.

"I'll get you back."

"I'd like to see you try."

The scary thing was, I knew he really would get me back. We'd been like this since we were seven, playing stupid tricks on each other just because. I mean, we totally hated each other. It was stupid the way we fought, really, but we didn't care too much.

The point was that we absolutely loathed each other, and didn't care what other's thought about it.

"LOATHING!" Sapphy sung. Nice. "UNADULTERATED LOATHING!"

P.E. today was rather nice, actually. We played volleyball and I managed to spike the ball into Skittery's stomach during the game. Whoo, go me.

'Course then he spiked it back. Luckily, I wasn't as slow as he was, and managed to dodge it. THAT'S RIGHT. REFLEXES! MUAHA!

When class ended and I entered the girls' locker room, I found Sapphy and Ershey giggling about something. They immediately tried stifling their giggles once they noticed I was there. Ooh, they were talking about me!!

"What's goin' on?" I asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"Oh, nothing," Ershey said a little too innocently. I shot her a look.

"Yeah, right," I replied. "Somethin's goin' on and I'm not leaving until you tell me what the fuck it is!"

"Ooh, lookie how she overreacts!"

"GUYS!"

"It's nothin', babe!" Sapphy insisted, smirking as she passed me on her way out the door. "It's just cute how you and Skittery flirt so shamelessly all the time."

…

WHAT THE FUCK?

SHOUT OUTS!

Erin Go Bragh: Thanks! Glad you liked it. :)
Coin: Haha, well, I updated! No more scary laughing...
Air: Hehe, I'm not patient either. :P
Emotions: Whoa, glad you like it that much. Maybe you can be in the next fic I write that includes OCs! :D
Sapphy: That's a good, good, question... makes note to self ... Figure out what Sapphy did. cough
Saturday: Wow, that hypnotism thing really DID do the trick! I'm glad you decided to use the yoyo instead of spears...
Ershey: Hmm... Remind me to have more Ersh-melting scenes... Whoo, it'll be a melt-Ershfest! Muahaha...

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