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Love Ain't All That
Chapter 4: Sparks
By: devilofheaven
'Great idea Yumi. Go ahead and show them your room, no harm in that right? WRONG. Thanks to myself, I now know that I have two idiots that hate me as roommates AND I have this fat load of crap on me.'
"I think- I th-," Jeremy begins to snort uncontrollably. "…I'll take him to the in- infir-mary."
"You know, I'm surprised I didn't figure this out earlier." Ulrich smirks watching Jeremy pull Odd away.
"What?"
"You use Herbal Essense don't you?"
"WHA- STALKER!"
"Uh..no. But we kind of share the same bathroom you know." Ulrich watches Yumi as her eyes widen and as she runs into her room. "Bye roomy."
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Next Morning.
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"Damn it!" Swearing softly, Yumi lifts her foot up and rubs it. That's what she gets for trying to be nice and being quiet- a fucking bruise. "I hate you!" She glares at her bedside table, giving it a good smack, only earning herself another bruise.
Not wanted to hurt herself again, she quickly slips on her sneakers and walks out of the room while sticking her tongue out at the table.
"Monstrous thing."
"Talking to yourself? It's a sure sign of craziness."
"Yumi grits her teeth and looks up. "What do you want?"
"I'm so impressed." Ulrich smirks. "You - waking up this early to take a jog."
Yumi ignores the stalker-ish fact (how would he know that she was going to run?) and asks, "So? Your point is…?"
Ulrich face turns expressionless as he steps in closer, softly breathing into Yumi's ear. "I bet I could beat you."
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Sixth Period. Math. Mr. Renalds.
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"I would completely understand if you didn't know the answer Yumi. I mean New York doesn't have the best sch-,"
"245x2. But that's not including the second formula, if you use that one, you end up with 7,834cd divided by a."
"Excuse me?" Mr. Renalds looks taken aback. "How di-?"
"The answer." Yumi repeats the answer again loudly. "How did I know this? We learned this in eighth grade. Oh, and by the way, I went to Harkenson Academy. Not exactly a bad school if I do say so myself."
"Oh, right." Mr. Renalds shakes his head. "Correct! Class, look over the next few chapters and Yumi, please come up to my desk." Yumi ignores the scattered snickers and boldly walks up to the teacher. "I'm sorry about what I just said, it's just that – well it's actually quite stupid – but I,"
"Listened to all of the rumors going around school. Am I right?" Yumi smirks.
Mr. Renalds begins to laugh. "I guess that's what I get for listening to my students." He leans in closer. "I hope we can start again." Yumi nods. "Hi, I'm Mr. Renalds. Apparently, I'm your math teacher."
"Hey I'm Yumi, and I'm not a drug dealer or a drug smuggler. But I just might be a robber." She shakes his hand vigorously and walks back to her seat without a further glance at the teacher.
"She sure is one of a kind." Mr. R chuckles, picking his pen up and chewing on it.
"What the hell was that about?" Ulrich hisses when Yumi sits down in her assigned seat to his left.
"What? Jealous?"
"NO!" Ulrich whispers a bit too loud. He waits until everyone had their attention back diverted to their desks. "I've heard that he's raped girls in his class before…and they all started out with being called to his desk to speak alone."
Yumi gasps. Then she notices the look on Ulrich's face. "JERK!" She angrily whispers, slapping him on his left arm.
Of course that made him explode into eruptions of laughter. He lays his head down on the desk and covers his face. She stares at him in disgust and pokes him as if he were a vile object. Ulrich only started to laugh even more.
"Is there something you would like to share with us, Mr. Stern?" Mr. Renalds asks, clearing his throat.
"Haha- um no sir. Noth- snicker – ing at all."
"You do realize that this is the fifteenth time this has happened since the end of November, right? I'd like to see you after class Ulrich."
"Yes sir." Ulrich says quietly.
"Who's getting raped now?" Yumi mocks.
Ulrich gags.
For the next ten minutes they listened to Mr. Renalds talk about what they needed for the last few months of school. Ulrich didn't say another word; however Yumi did seem to come out like a smart mouth. You know the type? That everyone loves and listens to?
"PSSSST." No response. "PSSST!" Nothing whatsoever. "GIRL!" Was that some wind? "PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST." The voice gasps for air.
"Huh?" Yumi jumps, instantly waking up to reality from her obvious daydream. She turns around to see a note in her face. A wart-faced boy was trying really hard to get her attention. Suspiciously she grabs it and he motions towards another girl. An arrogant look on her face, and her nose scraping the ceiling, that was Sissy Delmas alright.
Sissy Delmas. Someone Yumi had known for years…and the person she was almost roomed with. Frightening.
Yumi turns back to her normal position in the seat and lazily opens the note.
NewGirl-
what's going on with u & ulrich? he like never talks- and when he does it's like really short sentences. & i've like seen you around with him. so you better not be interested. cuz he is totally mine. he loves me bitch.
ps. Like why is he talking so much to you & what does he say?
-sissy
Sissy didn't even remember her. How Sissy-like. Snickering, Yumi twists her torso to face Sissy whose face obviously showed that Yumi had 100 of her attention. Yumi flipped her.
"OH MY GAWD!" Sissy screams, her pink nails covering her mouth.
"Mrs. Delmas." Mr. Renalds says in a low tone. "Please, for once in your life: pay attention."
BRIING
"You've got to be kidding me!" Mr. Renalds says in a stressed voice. "All right, go on to your break and do whatever weird creepy stuff kids do."
"Ulrich." Mr. Renalds beckons, taking a seat on a desk in the front.
Yumi walks by and pats Ulrich on his shoulder, whispering "Good luck." Then laughing her way out of the room.
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Seventh Period. PE.
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"Do they ever keep their hands away from each other?" Yumi asks Jeremy feverishly, watching her gym teacher and another one literally ON each other.
"Well," Jeremy answers, amusement in his voice, "they are married…and seriously, I have never lived a day of when they aren't like that."
MOAN.
"Oh my…"
Jeremy laughs at the expression on Yumi's face. He stopped laughing soon after Yumi's glare at him. In this, Jeremy found much amusement. Yumi. A mysterious name for a mysterious girl. There was no way to describe her, Jeremy realizes. One reason may be because he hadn't known her for long, but he doubted it. She seemed to be a lot of things packed into one. Yumi could easily open up to some people, but not to others. He realized how lucky that he was special enough to be her friend.
Another thing he wouldn't admit to her, at least, just not yet; was that she was G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S. But she wasn't one of the girls who spent hours in front of the mirror or who splattered make-up on them religiously. Simple. She needed no make-up or revealing clothing to look beautiful.
Shockingly though, Jeremy didn't sense any type of sexual attraction towards her. He knew he didn't like her that way.
"Ew. Don't tell me I have to sit in that seat!" Yumi pleads, watching in horror as the couple continued to make out, now all over a chair.
Jeremy smiles once again. Yumi was like a cousin that he never met…and that he didn't know very well...
If only he could get Odd to befriend Yumi, then maybe all four of us could get alone. Well that is, if Yumi and Ulrich ever get to be friends. I don't get what's going on with them. Sometimes enemies, sometimes acquaintances. But mostly enemies.
"Wish you were in that place with Theo?"
Scratch that part of Odd and Yumi EVER becoming friends.
"Well I bet he'd be better at it then you would ever be."
"SAY WHAT?"
"You heard me." Yumi answers back, not really caring about what Odd was going to say…or do.
Just as Odd was about to attack; "FOR GOODNESS SAKE! MR. AND MRS. LONAWAY, PLEASE KEEP YOUR HANDS APART FROM EACHOTHER!"
Odd hisses. "You're just lucky."
"You rock my world too!" Yumi giddily responds, clapping her hands idiotically before flipping him off.
Odd snarls, walking away
"You realize that you'll have to spend this PE period with him right?"
Groan.
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Class Almost Over. 7th period.
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"Truth or Dare Ulrich?" Jeremy asks Ulrich with a small smile; already knowing the following conversation that was to occur.
"Dare." Ulrich huffs, smirking.
It was Jeremy's time to smirk. "I dare you to go up to Yumi, slap her ass and tell her 'I love your ass'. Then flirt with her."
"WHATTHEF-," Mr. Farel walks by. "ruits…"
Just a minute later, Ulrich stand ups, and walks towards Yumi while slapping Jeremy on the head. Why was Yumi all by herself? Oh right- her prissy attitude. Screw her.
'Why the hell is everyone staring at her? Don't they have other interesting things? Seriously. They make it seem as if she's the newest thing they have seen since sliced bread. Nerds. Oh great. Now Odd and his 'gang' are laughing. And looking at Yumi. Does she ever get a break from them? Ulrich's walking up - I guess not.'
SLAP.
"Whatthefuck?" Yumi jumps up, and spins around to face that arrogant bastard. "What the fuck?" She hisses again, red-faced, her hands still on her ass.
"What can I say? I love your ass." Ulrich blows a kiss.
Glare. Glare. Glare. Yumi wonders if he'll scream and run away if she twitches her eye? Twitch. "You look even more attractive when you do that." Ulrich winks.
"Ah," Yumi comes to realization, seeing the laughter following Ulrich. "a dare." She looks at him dangerously, an evil look playing on her face. "Ooh, you gonna pay." A look of panic comes across Ulrich's face. "Let's give the school something to talk about, eh?"
Ulrich gulps, well knowing everyone's gaze on them.
"You know, you look so utterly sexy with that shirt. But those buttons must go." Yumi seductively says, sliding her finger down Ulrich's chest. "I'll see you at midnight." Yumi steps away, looking almost reluctant. She then chose to bring her fingers to her lips, kissing it, then touching Ulrich's lips with it.
Winking, she left the GYM just as the bell rang.
Frisky.
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