The Great Disappointment
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Promptly shutting off his alarm, he lies in bed for a minute. Friday he contemplated to himself, his conscious also had indifference to it. He had set his alarm an hour early; it was the only way his plan would work. Dressing himself, he deliberately defers, prolonging the day that lie ahead of him. Leaving a note for his father, he makes his way out the door.
Walking against the soft breeze he comes to a halt before a vast house. 'This girl's got it made' he thought as he made his way to the door. Ringing the doorbell he waits patiently before the entrance. "Matt? What are you doing here?" Mimi asked taken aback by his presence. Keeping silent he ushers her out of her luxurious home, closing the door behind her.
"Are you ready for school yet?" He asked as he looks into her eyes.
"Yeah, I was just on my way out... but what are you doing here?" Mimi asked in the most non-offensive way possible.
"Just consider this my way of making up for my behavior yesterday... So, I'll start off by walking you to school." Matt said as he let her take hold of her backpack.
"I take it you aren't usually awake this early." she said as she witnessed him yawn.
"How'd you guess?" Matt said between yawns.
Walking against the stillness of the morning, tensions cultivate. Uncomfortable, awkward, and distressing, apprehension grows with every second of silence. Giving sideway glances at one another, the distress slowly faded.
No longer at ease she hopes to break another gauche silence, she speaks. "Why do you always runaway?" Mimi asked as she turned to face him.
"When have I ever ran away?" he responded as the two crossed the street.
"Yesterday for example; you disappeared twice. First after first period, and then again after I slap-" Mimi cut herself off. Eyes' darting towards his, he shows no sign of facial reaction.
"Mimi...... I want you to accept the fact that you had reasons to do what you did. I don't know why you feel that you shouldn't bring it up. I don't' want you to have any sort of remorse when you speak to me......Mimi... will you ever be able to look me in the eye?" he spoke as they came to a halt a block away from the school.
"Why do you always have to bring that up?" she asked as she continued on to school.
"Because you're always doing it... And for some reason it's only done around me, and never around your friends...Do I somehow make you feel so image conscious... So insecure that you can't even look me in the eye and speak to me?" Matt said as they reached the school.
"Don't be absurd, of course not, I just don't want to that's It." she responded to his accusations as they made their way down the hall ways.
Their argument carried on as they entered the school corridors. "Would you just answer the question?" he demanded. Before Mimi could even respond, someone had already interfered. Lifting Matt up off the ground he slams him into a row of lockers. "Are you bothering Mimi here, huh punk?" Matt's attacker asked.
"Bite me, Brad," Matt said as he ignored the sudden pain in his back. His feet no longer settled on the floor, his head hitting the high lockers.
"What did I tell you about bothering people that don't and never will concern you? People like Mimi and me... unlike you we're actually on a social latter! We're actually known...You're a no one, always have been and always will!" Throwing Matt against the opposing locker row, Brad connects his fist to Matt's rib cage.
"Brad, leave him alone, he wasn't doing anything!" Mimi shouted at the well built brunette, who shrugged and walked away. Turning away Matt concealed his pain.
"These jagged edges should be filed down or something." Matt said as his hand made contact with his wound.
"Matt you're bleeding, are you alright?" Mimi asked in worry as she helped off the ground.
"Don't sweat it... it's barely an incision..." Matt said getting Mimi off his case.
"Does that always happen?" Mimi asked not truly wanting to hear his response.
"Occasionally... It's not everyday I get the water polo queer. Most of the time I get softball players and ....wrestlers... I just have so much respect for guys who roll around in tights with other guys...... This time I got a water polo player, he actually prepared a speech this time... Not a very good one, but he still took the time out of his hectic schedule for me, I'm so touched." Matt responded as he dusted himself off.
"Everyday? Matt how can that be... Have you ever considered fighting back in anyway?" Mimi asked.
"Well I think about it... But I don't put my thoughts into action... One because I'm on a contract...Two they have friends unlike me... And three because schools don't give scholarships to discipline cases" Matt answered looking down at his hand strangely before saying: "You can let go of my hand now."
Noticing that she still had a firm grip on his hand from helping him she quickly releases it. "Sorry..." she uttered out.
"...So how does it feel to be on a social latter?" Matt asked of a plain lack of words.
"What makes you ask that?" she asked him.
"I guess you can say inquisitiveness." Matt said as he and Mimi walked down the stairs.
"I don't know it feels normal I guess..." Mimi answered as they walked down a dimly lit hallway.
"Can you define normal for me?" Matt asked as he held a large chamber looking door open.
"...Normal? Average? Typical... Why do you always do that?" Mimi asked Matt who grinned a bit.
"I do it so you can realize that there is no normal...So that people like your friends and Brad would realize that they aren't normal in my eyes and the eyes of many others. As I also am not in their eyes..." Matt said as he took a seat next to Mimi on the floor of the wooden stage.
"Why do you want me to realize that?" Mimi asked both out of curiosity and lack of conversation.
"Just so next time that someone says that someone else isn't normal... Just think of me and what I said..." Matt responded.
"I don't think you want me thinking of you...trust me..." Mimi responded to his statement.
"What makes you say that?" Matt asked with zealousness to his voice.
"You don't want to know what goes on in my mind when it comes to you," Mimi informed him.
"Why don't you try me and find out?" Matt avowed, small hints of a smirk on his face when he turned to face her.
"I don't think I can..." Mimi whispered strangely considering that they were alone.
"Why don't you show me?" Matt asked with an outlandish look on his face.
"With pleasure..." Mimi said as she leaned into kiss him slowly.
Returning the kiss appreciatively, he pulled her closer to him. Pulling away exceedingly reluctant, Mimi wraps her arms around his neck. "I don't mind if you have thoughts about me at all." Matt said as the bell rang signaling them to go to class.
Gently pulling Mimi closer to him, he gives her another kiss. At the worst time possible the bell rang, and Matt unwillingly pulled away from her.
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After school
As the last bell rang, students and teachers alike rushed out of their class rooms, in high spirits that the weekend was theirs. At a snails pace he exits his class, and makes his way down the hall way. Getting out of peoples way, and avoiding insults, he finally makes his way out of school.
Once he got home he entered to find a note on the table, from his father naturally. His father wouldn't be home for the weekend. His ears perking up, at the sound of a knocking at the front door he proceeds. Answering his door, he finds Mimi standing before him. For some reason she was the last person he wanted to see. "Come in," he said, the words 'what are you doing here' were replaced with new ones.
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Promptly shutting off his alarm, he lies in bed for a minute. Friday he contemplated to himself, his conscious also had indifference to it. He had set his alarm an hour early; it was the only way his plan would work. Dressing himself, he deliberately defers, prolonging the day that lie ahead of him. Leaving a note for his father, he makes his way out the door.
Walking against the soft breeze he comes to a halt before a vast house. 'This girl's got it made' he thought as he made his way to the door. Ringing the doorbell he waits patiently before the entrance. "Matt? What are you doing here?" Mimi asked taken aback by his presence. Keeping silent he ushers her out of her luxurious home, closing the door behind her.
"Are you ready for school yet?" He asked as he looks into her eyes.
"Yeah, I was just on my way out... but what are you doing here?" Mimi asked in the most non-offensive way possible.
"Just consider this my way of making up for my behavior yesterday... So, I'll start off by walking you to school." Matt said as he let her take hold of her backpack.
"I take it you aren't usually awake this early." she said as she witnessed him yawn.
"How'd you guess?" Matt said between yawns.
Walking against the stillness of the morning, tensions cultivate. Uncomfortable, awkward, and distressing, apprehension grows with every second of silence. Giving sideway glances at one another, the distress slowly faded.
No longer at ease she hopes to break another gauche silence, she speaks. "Why do you always runaway?" Mimi asked as she turned to face him.
"When have I ever ran away?" he responded as the two crossed the street.
"Yesterday for example; you disappeared twice. First after first period, and then again after I slap-" Mimi cut herself off. Eyes' darting towards his, he shows no sign of facial reaction.
"Mimi...... I want you to accept the fact that you had reasons to do what you did. I don't know why you feel that you shouldn't bring it up. I don't' want you to have any sort of remorse when you speak to me......Mimi... will you ever be able to look me in the eye?" he spoke as they came to a halt a block away from the school.
"Why do you always have to bring that up?" she asked as she continued on to school.
"Because you're always doing it... And for some reason it's only done around me, and never around your friends...Do I somehow make you feel so image conscious... So insecure that you can't even look me in the eye and speak to me?" Matt said as they reached the school.
"Don't be absurd, of course not, I just don't want to that's It." she responded to his accusations as they made their way down the hall ways.
Their argument carried on as they entered the school corridors. "Would you just answer the question?" he demanded. Before Mimi could even respond, someone had already interfered. Lifting Matt up off the ground he slams him into a row of lockers. "Are you bothering Mimi here, huh punk?" Matt's attacker asked.
"Bite me, Brad," Matt said as he ignored the sudden pain in his back. His feet no longer settled on the floor, his head hitting the high lockers.
"What did I tell you about bothering people that don't and never will concern you? People like Mimi and me... unlike you we're actually on a social latter! We're actually known...You're a no one, always have been and always will!" Throwing Matt against the opposing locker row, Brad connects his fist to Matt's rib cage.
"Brad, leave him alone, he wasn't doing anything!" Mimi shouted at the well built brunette, who shrugged and walked away. Turning away Matt concealed his pain.
"These jagged edges should be filed down or something." Matt said as his hand made contact with his wound.
"Matt you're bleeding, are you alright?" Mimi asked in worry as she helped off the ground.
"Don't sweat it... it's barely an incision..." Matt said getting Mimi off his case.
"Does that always happen?" Mimi asked not truly wanting to hear his response.
"Occasionally... It's not everyday I get the water polo queer. Most of the time I get softball players and ....wrestlers... I just have so much respect for guys who roll around in tights with other guys...... This time I got a water polo player, he actually prepared a speech this time... Not a very good one, but he still took the time out of his hectic schedule for me, I'm so touched." Matt responded as he dusted himself off.
"Everyday? Matt how can that be... Have you ever considered fighting back in anyway?" Mimi asked.
"Well I think about it... But I don't put my thoughts into action... One because I'm on a contract...Two they have friends unlike me... And three because schools don't give scholarships to discipline cases" Matt answered looking down at his hand strangely before saying: "You can let go of my hand now."
Noticing that she still had a firm grip on his hand from helping him she quickly releases it. "Sorry..." she uttered out.
"...So how does it feel to be on a social latter?" Matt asked of a plain lack of words.
"What makes you ask that?" she asked him.
"I guess you can say inquisitiveness." Matt said as he and Mimi walked down the stairs.
"I don't know it feels normal I guess..." Mimi answered as they walked down a dimly lit hallway.
"Can you define normal for me?" Matt asked as he held a large chamber looking door open.
"...Normal? Average? Typical... Why do you always do that?" Mimi asked Matt who grinned a bit.
"I do it so you can realize that there is no normal...So that people like your friends and Brad would realize that they aren't normal in my eyes and the eyes of many others. As I also am not in their eyes..." Matt said as he took a seat next to Mimi on the floor of the wooden stage.
"Why do you want me to realize that?" Mimi asked both out of curiosity and lack of conversation.
"Just so next time that someone says that someone else isn't normal... Just think of me and what I said..." Matt responded.
"I don't think you want me thinking of you...trust me..." Mimi responded to his statement.
"What makes you say that?" Matt asked with zealousness to his voice.
"You don't want to know what goes on in my mind when it comes to you," Mimi informed him.
"Why don't you try me and find out?" Matt avowed, small hints of a smirk on his face when he turned to face her.
"I don't think I can..." Mimi whispered strangely considering that they were alone.
"Why don't you show me?" Matt asked with an outlandish look on his face.
"With pleasure..." Mimi said as she leaned into kiss him slowly.
Returning the kiss appreciatively, he pulled her closer to him. Pulling away exceedingly reluctant, Mimi wraps her arms around his neck. "I don't mind if you have thoughts about me at all." Matt said as the bell rang signaling them to go to class.
Gently pulling Mimi closer to him, he gives her another kiss. At the worst time possible the bell rang, and Matt unwillingly pulled away from her.
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After school
As the last bell rang, students and teachers alike rushed out of their class rooms, in high spirits that the weekend was theirs. At a snails pace he exits his class, and makes his way down the hall way. Getting out of peoples way, and avoiding insults, he finally makes his way out of school.
Once he got home he entered to find a note on the table, from his father naturally. His father wouldn't be home for the weekend. His ears perking up, at the sound of a knocking at the front door he proceeds. Answering his door, he finds Mimi standing before him. For some reason she was the last person he wanted to see. "Come in," he said, the words 'what are you doing here' were replaced with new ones.