I'm Not a Model

Chapter Three

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!

"Shut the fuck up", I mumbled from underneathe my covers. It was just too nice and comfy to get up and...

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepp!!!

I couldn't stand alarm clocks at all, so I don't know why my mom kept buying them for me. I finally threw the blankets and sheets over the bed and grabbed that damn alarm clock. And, of course, I flung it out my open bedroom window, cringeing as I heard it land on my mom's car.

It was the same thing every Thursday morning. I hated Thursdays, they always sucked, especially since that fucked up school I go to decides to hold an assembly on that particular day of the week.

"Not only did you manage to break your alarm clock again, but you also managed to hit my car with it". My mom was leaning against the doorway, looking at me with her frowning lips. It kinda scares that I look almost exactly like my mom; the silver hair and the emerald eyes. It was like looking into a mirror, but instead of seeing a guy there, I saw a woman. A scary one, at that.

"Seriously, is it really necessary to throw things you don't like at my car?", she asked. She had her black business suit on, which meant she had a meeting to go to.

"Yeah, since you buy me things I don't like", I mumbled as I placed a pillow over my face. It was immediately snatched away when my mom grabbed it.

"You're going to school, so don't even ask", she said as if reading my mind. It was another meaningless routine that was apart of my life. I would beg her to let me stay home and she would say no. "And put some clothes on".

"It's not like I'm naked", I chided. I was wearing a white shirt and a pair of boxers, and as far as I know, that's far from naked. I sat up and glared at the silver haired women. She glared back as if trying to burn a hole in my head.

"Just get up and go to school", she groaned as she walked out of my room. She threw my pillow on the ground as she left.

I only managed a groan and a curse as I tossed by legs over the side of the bed.

"Oh, and by the way, I forgot to do your laundry!", Mom called from the bottom of the staircase. Great, not only was today a Thursday, I had no clothes to wear. Well there were....

No, I am not putting 'those' back on. Groaning some more, I stood up and made my way to the closet. Sliding the door to the side, I looked around to see what I had that was decent enough to wear. All I had was a white t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans that had holes in them. The shirt wasn't black, but oh well.

I looked at the floor of my closet, eyeing the brown boxes that sat there. I promised myself I wouldn't look in those boxes, but I always did. It was like a reflex, like when you do something and you don't realize it. I couldn't help it; I leaned down an opened one.

Those.

Clothes. All of them were black; black pants, black shirts, fishnets and everything else. My hands managed to hold up one shirt in particular and it use be my favorite, but now I hated it. It was the Slipknot shirt my friend picked out for me. Just thinking about that friend made me ball up that shirt and throw it back into the box with the rest of those clothes.

I hate Thursdays....

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"Riku, you seem really out of it today", big blue eyes with concern were looking at me. Sora's voice startled me out of day-dreaming. "You aren't even helping me anymore".

He was right; I was so off into space that I hadn't realized it was my turn to do the next math problem. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just don't feel very well today", I tried to smile, but it was a weak one. It had been only three days since we met, but we became really good friends.

"Um, well, here, you're suppose to do this problem", he pointed to the equation in the math book. The school was low on math books, so students had to share in class. It was the same in Science class. Today wasn't going as bad as I thought; the teacher wasn't even here today. If she was, she wouldn't have even let me share with anyone at all.

I took my pencil and scribbled the problem down on the sheet of paper and quickly solved it. "Done", I announced, smiling politely.

"Is something wrong, Riku?", Sora asked as the substitute teacher took the completed assignment away from him. "You're usually a bit more talkative than this". My head was placed down on the desk, and I let out a sigh.

"I hate Thursdays....", I muttered. "And what do you mean 'talkative'?". Once again, the kid blushed. It doesn't bother me though, the red coloring of his cheeks just makes him cuter than he already is.

"It's nothing", the brunette said quickly. "Just forget it".

"Are you trying to say I talk too much?", I smirked.

No response.

"You little brat". I punched him in the arm, hard enough to make him yelp. "You could atleast be honest with me". He immediately grabbed his injured arm, rubbing the spot where I hit him at.

"You're mean", he pouted as he continued to soothe his now red arm.

"And you have trouble being honest", I countered. I then remembered something. "Hey, did you know after this period we have to go to the auditorium?".

He shook his head to say no. 'Great, I have to explain it to him'. "Every Thursday, all the Sophomores and Freshmen have an assembly in the auditorium, after first period".

"Why?", he tilted his head to the side, one of his eyebrows going up. He looked like a little kid now, especially since his eyes were really bright.

"The principal or whoever always wants to talk to us students about the latest happenings around school. It usually lasts for about fifty minutes", I answered.

"Ohhhh", as if he really understood. I more or less sugar-coated the truth. The principal really yells more school rules at us for any stupid event that occured, and the stupid events usually involved me. Like the time my friend Leon and I were dropping cheerleading outfits out the principal's office's windows. When we were busted for that stunt, we got three weeks of before school detention, which meant we had to come to school earlier than everyone else and sit in a classroom for an hour.

"Yeah, it'll take up all of second period, hopefully", I grinned. Looking up at the classroom clock that was hanging on the wall, I realized we only had three more minutes before we had to go.

Shutting the math book, Sora said, "I hope it isn't all that boring. I really don't want to read Gravitation Remix in school". I had to perk up at that. People don't bring porn to school, it just wasn't right....

"What the hell? You brought one to school? You have to let me read it", I begged. Sora gave me an expression that looked like he couldn't believe something. Most likely the fact I was half-way begging for something.

"I want you to beg for it". He was just being cruel now. He had the intention of being evil; the evil glint in his eyes, the devious smirk, and everything else that made a person look sinister. He opened his three-ring binder to reveal the the prize I desperately wanted. I knew I was drooling, but I didn't care, I just wanted that damn book.

But pride comes before anime porn.

"I am not begging. Riku doesn't beg", I growled. Sora's hand picked up the book boredly, and started to flip through the book like he was use to the subject matter.

"Wow, this is interesting", he showed me the page he was looking at and I immediately had to look the other way.

"Would you put that away! People don't need see that!", I scolded him, but he only laughed.

"Fine, your lost. Besides, we have to go", he smiled innocently, as if nothing happened. He was right, the clock read 9:50 , which was dismissal time. I watched him as he put the book away as I myself stood up and stretched.

Grabbing all my stuff, and proceeded out the classroom, Sora on my heels. The hallways were crowded, especially since half of the students were trying to get to the auditorium

"Riku, is that a tattoo on your back?". Shit. To hide the giant tattoo I had was one of the reasons why I wore black t-shirts all the time. You could see through white t-shirts, and what I had underneathe my shirt was nobody's business.

"Yeah, but it's no big deal", I tried to sound uninterested in his latest finding. I felt his hands trailing up my back and onto my arm.

"Your tattoo isn't done yet. Aren't the wings suppose to extend out onto your arms?", big blue eyes were curious. I nodded, but I wasn't looking at him. "Why?"

"I can't afford to get the rest of it done", which was a lie. I just didn't want it done, I had my reasons. Sora looked as if he was about to say something else, but was promptly interrupted by an old friend of mine.

"Riku, you're going to the assembly, right?", Leon asked as he made his way closer to me through the crowd of people. He kinda reminded me of a hippie at times. Long, shaggy brown hair, loose fitting pants and t-shirt, wristbands, and he had his eyebrow pierced. He was beatnik, more or less. People were afraid of him whenever he talked because he hardly ever said anything.

"Yeah, I'm going", I answered. Sora was looking up at my old friend.

"The thing is that we may really be in trouble this time. Remember what we did last week Friday?", the taller teenager asked.

"We blew up the Chemistry lab with alcohol and matches", I remembered. Sure it was a little extreme, but it was still fun none the less.

"What!? You blew up the chemistry lab!?", Sora's eyes looked as though they were about to fall out of his head due to shock.

"Well, we really didn't blow it up. We more or less torched it", I tried to look innocent. "So, Leon, they already busted you?".

"I got half a year's detention", he replied. Placing his hand on his hip, he sighed. "Who knows what they'll give you, Riku".

The faculty at this school had it in for me. If they gave Leon half a year's worth detention, my punishment was going to be alot worse. "Eh, well, we gotta wait and see", I sighed heavily. "Talk to you later, Leon". I motioned for Sora to follow as we walked away from Leon. We made our way to the auditorium, everyone's eyes were watching me. They knew I was really going to get yelled at, but it was nothing new.

We entered the auditorium, which was already packed with students who got here before us. "There", I pointed to some empty seats in the very last row. We took our seats just in time to see the entrance to the auditorium close.

"Is that the principal?", Sora asked as he pointed to the man that was all the way at the front of the auditorium. The man was old, tall, and had a head so shiny, you could actually get a seizure from looking at. The bald guy was standing there, telling everyone to be quiet so he could talk.

"Yeah, that's the bag of bones that yells at me every Thursday", I answered. I sank back into the wooden seat, trying to get comfortable because I knew this would take awhile.

The auditorium soon got quiet enough for the man to talk, except for the few whispers of a couple of people.Clearing his throat, he proceeded to talk.

"As most of you all know, certain students have been acting shamefully the past few days", the principal stated. He started pacing back and forth before the huge crowd of students were listening. "The Chemistry lab was destroyed...."

"No it wasn't!! It just got a little burned!!". I knew that girlish voice anywhere. Leave it to my good friend Selphie to correct the principal right out of nowhere. I wanted to yell 'Slow-ass!' but I knew I was going to get in trouble if I did.

Ignoring the loud-mouthed girl's comment, he continued. "And of course, we all knew who did it. His stunts are getting out of control". Sure, just point me out. Everybody turned their gaze to where Sora and I sat. The brunette blushed as all those eyes watched us. And with every skull looking in the same direction, the principal found it rather easy to point me out.

He walked up the isles, making his way over to me. Not only does all the people staring in one direction make me stand out, but my silver hair does, too. Pretty soon, the old man was standing behind my seat, his hands placed firmly on his hips. Sora looked a little frightened about the guy's proximity to us, but I didn't care.

I turned around to look the man in the eye. "Is there a problem all of a sudden, sir?", I asked. Mr. Authority knitted his brow together, as if trying show disgust towards me.

"Young man, I already know it was you who vandalized the Chemistry lab. There's no need to pretend to be innocent". He was straining to be as gentle with me as possible. But of course, I just had to add the straw that would break the donkey's back.

"Whoever said I was innocent?", I asked, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"So you admit you're the one who burned the lab?".

"Yeah, and so what?", I was pushing all his buttons. The principal always liked feeling high and mighty, but when someone challenged him head-on, he really didn't know what to do. I smirked up at him, "What are you going to do? I would think a punishment would be in order, but that never works on me".

It was true; No matter what the school did, I always acted worse than before. And I'm pretty damn sure the old man knew it, too. Sora had been quiet for a long time, but finally decided to say something.

"Riku, do you really think it's wise to get him mad?", he whispered in my ear.

"Actually, I really don't care if I get him mad", I said, my eyes never leaving the principal's. He was getting really pissed now.

"Sir, I think you need to come with me...", the bald man gritted through closed teeth.

"I think I don't need to come with you", I replied in the most carefree of ways. "Haven't you noticed that even if you took me to the office and called my mom, nothing ever happens?". That's what really pissed him off. It pissed him off so bad he actually grabbed my shirt. He tried to pull me up out my seat, but I resisted.

He was a grown man, but was obviously not that strong. It wasn't like my arms are like puny sticks; they're quite the opposite really. He was trying to pull me up, but I was resisting, and I could tell the shirt I was wearing wasn't going to last much longer.

I could hear it. My shirt was ripping at the seams as the old geezer and I pulled away from each other. I didn't even have to look over at Sora; I knew he was pretty much in a panicked state.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiip!!!!

There went my shirt, a tattered looking rag in the principal's hand. I turned around and I recieved a loud chorus from the girls. This was to be expected.... somewhat. I looked down at the bruntette, his face a aflame as he covered his mouth with his hands. I stood there, one hand on my hip and the other was scratching the back of my head.

I heard a alot of whispers, most of them regarding the tattoo on my back. I even found the principal staring at it.

"Does your mother know you have such a large tattoo on your back?", he asked.

"No, and I'm planning on keeping it that way", I answered. I didn't lie and say she did know because that would be pointless. He would call my mom and ask her about it.

"Wow, Riku, that tattoo is huge", I heard Sora say. He was tracing his fingers up my veterbrae, tracing the black outline I had on each small back bone that led all the way up to the back of my neck.

"When did you get it!?"

"Where did you get from from?"

"Is that really real?"

"It looks like a dragon's spine and wings, but it doesn't look like it's done yet".

People were asking questions and making comments left and right. Pretty soon, it turned into a riot and the principal had to drag me out of there. I had no problems with leaving this time; I might've been mobbed if I stayed in there.

The school secretary decided to be nice and gave me a shirt. I sat there in the office as the man in charge called my mom. I could careless, I was missing classes. All I could really do was sit a chair and at the clock. I had no idea what my mom and the principal were talking about that was taking so damn long. It was long time before I realized it was 1:00 in the afternoon.

I was damn near sleeping when I finally heard the principal come out his private office. I kept my eyes closed as he started to explain the situation to me.

"Well, I've talked it over with your mother. We've decided you should stay home for a few days, just so you can relax".

I had to open my eyes at that. "Relax?", I asked, not quite getting what he was saying.

"Ever since what happened last year, it seems you've been acting a lot more.... stressed". Oh, sure, blame my problems on that event.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "You're saying I'm acting this way because some girl jumped off the school's roof last year. That's a mighty low blow, to put blame on a dead, red-headed girl."

Major plot development went on in this chapter o.o Piercings, clothes, and a nice, big tattoo.... I really have no comments on this part. Weird as most, but nothing that was too bad.. Uh, since I really can't say anything, read and review! I guess, I don't know...