I'm Not a Model
Chapter 2
The rest of the day wasn't so bad; I only had three classes left. But none of them were with Sora. I did my work in English class, listenend a little in Foreign Language, and I didn't do anything in Gym. Foreign Language is one of the classes I'm advanced in. I guess that's because I like to learn about foreign places and their customs. Yes, I have my moments of intelligence.
As I exited the school building for the day, my book bag slung over my shoulder, I saw Sora running up to me. His face was a little flushed looking due to him running after me. The brunette looked a looked a little sheepish, trying to hide the fact he was looking tired.
"What happened to you?", I asked. Sora looked over his shoulder cautiously before answering, as if looking for something.
"The girls at this school are insane", he breathed. "They were chasing me, trying to get my phone number". I had to feel sorry for him, the girls at this school are the definition of persistent. I remember one time last year they caught me off-guard and tied me to a chair in the History classroom, saying I couldn't leave until I gave them my number. I placed my hand on his shoulder, offering my condolenscences.
"Yeah, I hate to say, it's going to be that way for a while", his face sank lower when I said that. "But don't worry, they'll go away after a while.... hopefully", I was smiling my head off. Finally, someone knew how it felt to be chased around by horny teenage girls.
His blue eyes showed annoyance. "Why are you smiling!? This is serious, they could be trying to stalk me or something!". I'm sorry, but I just laughed at that.
"Get over yourself, your not that handsome", I said. "Now me, on the other hand, that's a completely different story". I even showed my 'Super-handsome-smile', to make the situation even funnier.
His face turned beet red and he angrily turned his face to the side, folding his arms across his chest. After my laughter died down, I offered to walk him home, to protect him the waves of fan girls that were most likely stalking him.
"You really don't need to go out of your way", Sora stammered.
"No, I want to make sure you get home in one piece", I said, offering a smile of politeness. It was still nice outside, since it was still early autumn. There were a few leaves changing colors in the trees, but the air hadn't chilled yet. And luckily, from what he told me, he didn't live that far away from the school.
"Hey, you have holes pierced into your ear". Damn, he's observant. He was eyeing my left ear, and I could tell he was counting how many were in that ear alone.
"Yeah, I have my ears pierced. So what?", I was trying to brush it off as if it wasn't important. I really didn't want to think about all the piercings I had gotten over the course of two years.
"You have six piercings in that ear alone", the brunette stated flatly. "Why aren't you wearring any earrings?"
"That's none of your business", I said, signaling that the conversation about my piercings had ended. It's obvious I wore piercings, but that was a year ago.
The kid looked a little hurt by my tone of voice. "Huh? What did I do?", I asked. 'This guy is way too sensitive'.
"Oh, it's nothing. I had no business trying to pry into your personal life", he tried to laugh it off, but I saw through it. He shoved his hands in his pockets, kicking an empty soda bottle along in front of him.
We walked in silence, the cement sidewalk seeming longer than it really was. I could tell the silence was getting to him, so I decided it was best to start a conversation about something.
"What bands do you listen to?", I asked. I've noticed that every emo and punk had a different taste in bands. Their taste in music somehow reflected their personality.
He looked a little startled by the question, but proceeded to answer it anyway. "I listen to Red Hot Chilli Peppers, A.F.I., Foo Fighters, Blink 182, Yellowcard, and Three Days Grace".
"Those sound like bands a person like you would listen to", I commented. "I listen to System of a Down, Goldfinger, Marilyn Manson, and a little techno here and there isn't bad".
"Techno?", he asked as if he had a problem with that genre of music. "You don't seem like the type of person to listen to that".
"I like techno and classical more than rock, actually", I was being honest for once. "I like my music to not have vocals in it". I had to shove my hands in my pocket to keep them doing something shy-like. "Besides, most rock songs out there I really can't relate to. I'm not depressed or anything like in most songs, nor am I in love". Okay, I felt my face heat up a bit, but it wasn't a full fledge blush.
Sora smiled, letting the information I just told him sink in. "Wow, I didn't know you were like that, Riku. You seemed like one of those hard-core rock fans".
My eyebrow went up, "What is that suppose to mean?".
Sora turned red, and started to stutter out his answer to my question. "Um, well, you seem like the type of person who really doesn't care about anything... especially authority".
'Yeah", I said boredly, "Authority figures can just shove it, if you ask me". Pulling my hair out my eyes, I asked, "So, where do you live exactly?"
"Just down the street", he pointed a few houses down. "I'll race you", he said before taking off. I'll be fair and say he can run. Alot faster than me, I must say.
"Cheater!", I called after his sneaky ass. Come to think of it, having this nice view behind him gives me a nice chance to look at it. Trying to catch up with him while he was running was impossible. I saw him turn onto a lawn that looked well taken care of, his long legs dashing up the steps onto the front porch.
Gracefully spinning around on one of his legs, he turned his focus towards me running across the front lawn. "Heh, I win", he proclaimed like a little kid, the smug smile and all.
"Cheaters shouldn't be cocky", I said, my eyes narrowed as a warning.
"Wanna come in?", the brunette offered. He reached for the door as he searched his pockets for his keys. I stepped up the stairs as he said, "My mom's not home right now, so I guess she won't mind you being here. Oh, and one more thing", he added as he pulled his keys out his pocket.
"What?"
"Promise me you won't swear and curse at my mom when she comes home", he demanded flatly. I offered my most innocent of looks, as if I was an angel.
"Where would you get an idea like that?", I know have a bad behavior streak, but am I that predicatable? Especially when he has only known me for less that a day?
Sora just rolled his blue eyes, and unlocked the door. "Come in". So, of course, I followed him into his house, which is quite nice I must say. Beige walls, nice living room furniture, a great big screen television sat in the living room, in short, his place was awesome. He led me up a stair case that led to the second floor.
Turning down to the right, he stopped in front of a door. It wasn't rocket science that this door led into his room. Sora's hand grabbed the door knob and proceed to turn it.
"Uh, yeah, my room is a mess right now...", the blue eyed teen warned as he opened the door.
As I peered inside, I realized the kid wasn't joking. "How the hell do you manage to walk in this mess?", I had to ask. Clothes were scattered in piles all over the floor, empty soda bottles and shredded candy bar wrappers were everywhere, and his dresser was actually toppled over, resting against a garbage bag that was filled with something.
"Uh.... I really don't know. I just walk", he tried his best to look sheepish. Even I'm neater than this, so this must be pathetic. As soon as I walked more than three feet into his room, I noticed his book shelf. On his book shelf was the greatest of all doujinshi.
Gravitation Remix (1). Eleven volumes, which is actually all of them I think. I made my way over to his book shelf, trying to be careful enough of not falling and tripping over clothes. "What are you doing with these?", I questioned. Sora seemed too.... innocent to have something like this.
".......", all the kid could was blush until his face as red as an apple. His eyes were looking down, but I knew he was uncomfortable about me finding his little anime porn stash.
"Can I borrow this?". I swear he nearly fell over when I asked that, but some of the redness on his face went away. I was holding up volume number Eight because I really want to look at. This book wasn't ever released in the U.S unlike the original Gravitation, so how did this guy get it anyway. "And where did you get these from?"
"Um..uh, I bought them off the internet", the brunette admitted. "And how do you know what they are!?", he asked, as if he couldn't believe I knew what kind of content these doujinshi had with their pages.
"I read Gravitation and I've seen a few pages of Remix on the internet. Interesting stuff, I must say". Sora's eyes looked as if they couldn't believe it still.
"You like....?".
"What do you expect? I'm bi, for crying out loud".
He was quiet. Way too quiet for my liking. "Hey, does that bother you? If you ask me, if you're reading yaoi manga, you're about as straight as a box full of springs". I was idly looking through the pages of the book, as if I wasn't really expecting a response.
I will admit, his expression was priceless. His face burning red, his eyes watering as if he was on the brink of tears, and his hands were playing with the hem of his shirt. It was quite cute, really. It's no wonder girls drool over him. He's the cute, super emotional guy, while I'm the typical jerk.
"I'm....."
"If you're going to say you're gay, I have no problem with it", I was still flipping through the book. I did look up at him, just to see how he reacted.
He looked a little surprised by what I said. My brashness tends to shock people at times, like now. The blue eyed kid smiled, and nodded his head, his hands still holding onto the hem of his black shirt. "Yeah, I am gay", he admitted, not seeming as shy or ashamed as he was before about it.
"So, can I borrow this volume of Remix?", I asked.
"No", he answered smugly.
"What!? Why!?".
"You'll probably get the pages sticky", he laughed, still looking a bit smug.
"You're wrong for that cheap shot, you do know that right", I said, sending him a glare.
"Yeah, I know", Sora laughed, scratching the back of his head innocently.
"By the way? Did we have any math homework?". My bad behavior at school kinda made me miss the teacher give the assignment, I'll admit.
"See what happens when you can't control your temper?", he teased. Flopping down on the bed nearby, he opened and dug around in his book bag. He pulled out his math book, and flipped through the pages until he found the correct page.
"Here it is", he held up the book so I could see the page. Trudging over to where he sat, I looked at the page.
"She would give an assignment I couldn't do unless I stayed in class...", I groaned. Rubbing my forehead, I read the problems. All of them were things I couldn't comprehend.
"I could help you understand some of it..", the kid offered.
And I gladly accepted.
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"What!? How did you do the assignment!?", the teacher asked, cleaning her glasses to make sure I did the homework. I sat there in my desk, enjoying every minute of it. Every student in the class had their eyes on me and the bitch who was looking over my homework.
"Hey, I'm a good student. I'm not some delinquent that storms out of class", I smirked. "I'm a delinquent that storms out of a class, asks a fellow student to give me the page number for the assignment, and ask them how to go about doing it". I looked over at Sora, who sat next to me, smiling my head off. His hands were over his mouth, trying to stifle his laughs.
"So, what's, my grade, Teach?", I asked as she was writing the final letter grade on the paper. She handed the paper to me, her face looking a little flushed, possibly from anger. Hey, I would be angry too if a student of mine who I hated did their homework for once.
"So, what did you get, Riku?", Sora asked. I showed him my paper, smirking at my obvious victory over the teacher.
"Heh, I got an A, nothing special", I answered, leaning back into my seat. "I should get this framed or something so it can be proof that I beat the teacher for once".
He snickered at that last comment before the teacher told us to shut up.
A chapter that had a purpose for something. A little humor, a little plot development here and there. People actually like this story, too. I would too because of the sarcasm that just pours out of Riku. But I write this stuff, so course I like my own story.
(1)- If you don't know what Gravitation Remix is, you don't have the right to call yourself a yaoi fangirl. But for those that don't know, Remix is the more explicit version of Gravitation. Every book has a few uncut sex scenes, dealing with any character from the original story. And it was made by Maki Murakami, who made the original Gravitation.
So if you didn't know, now you do. Read and review!!!