I'm Not a Model
Chapter Six
Wow, apparently everyone at school knows I'm not suppose to be here, but fuck it. I have things to do. First off, kick that one guy's ass for what he did to Sora. I swear that blond freak has insecurity issues; He's always quiet, he never really does anything and he never even tries to be somewhat outgoing. The world is full of sad people. I knew where his locker was at, I've been there on many different occasions.
"Hey you", I called as I walked up to the guy who I was about to kill. He was going through his locker, and acted as I wasn't even there. I leaned against a nearby, idly watching him. When he finally noticed me, he looked up with the most unamused expression. He looked like the definition of depressing. He had the most expressionless eyes as if he was tired or he just didn't care. Black pants and black hoodie are what he decided to wear today.
"What the hell do you want?", he asked. He pulled out his Algebra book out of his locker and contimued to rummage through his locker.
"Cloud, why do I always problems with you?".
"Because of the fact you ignore me most of the time".
True, I did ignore him as a friend over the past few weeks. Sure, I did get into a few fist fights with the guy, but we stayed friends. The guy was in a different grade than me, so I never really saw him at all. Hell, our classes were on two different sides of the building.
"Why did you hit my friend Sora?", I asked taking a step closer. His hands stopped moving in his locker, which was a huge mess. I know he had a pile of old papers he never turned in that was atleast waist high. Sometimes the guy was organized, sometimes he wasn't.
"I don't like that kid".
"That comes from somebody who pretty much hates the entire human race". Cloud was the most the stubborn person I know. He acts like he can't stand people at all, but when you get right down to it, he has his moments of kindness. I've seen them first hand. "Now, tell me, why did you hit my friend. I know he wasn't flirting with Aerith and I know she wasn't flirting with him".
"I had my reasons", he simply answered. Closing his locker, Cloud gave me another bored look. "It's not like I crippled him or anything". Smirking, he picked up his books, and pushed passed me. He can be such a jerk at times, like now. Avoiding a question like that. Maybe I could ask Aerith what the hell his problem is, since she is going out with him. She had a nice way of understanding people and she is the nicest person I know that isn't an annoying little prep or nerd.
I was so lost in my own thoughts, I barely heard someone yelling my name from the down the hallway. I looked up and saw a very erractic looking kid who I usually called Sora running up to me. He had all his books with him for his morning classes, but he was being clumsy and kept dropping his notebooks and stuff. I couldn't help but snicker at the sight. He looked like one of those kids that were obsessed with good grades. They always carried alot of stuff and always dropped things, except Sora didn't even carry that much.
"I saw that! What did you do, Riku!?", he exclaimed as soon as he was close enough.
"I decided to be nice and let him go", I answered. "And your eye looks alright", I pointed out. Sora scowled at me, as if trying to believe everything I just said, including the part about his eye.
"Anyway, you really shouldn't be here, Riku. The principal found out you're here today and now he's looking for you", the brunette warned. But I wasn't all that worried, it wasn't like the old man told me how many days I had to stay home.
"Don't worry about a thing", I reassured him. "I have a few things to check out, so don't be surprised to see me hanging around school before noon"
"Where are you going to hide out at?", he asked, cocking his head to the side.
"The Art room. The Art teacher is my uncle so he has to let me hide out in his class". And he just gave the dumbest look I had ever seen, but it was still kinda cute. I did know Sora's schedule, so he hadn't had Art Class yet. IN short, he never met the teacher for the class.
"Your uncle teaches here?"
"Yeah, and I suggest you hurry up and get to home room. It's already 8:43 according to that clock on the wall". Students at this school had to be in Home room before 8:45. "Don't worry about a thing. I got everything covered, I asure you".
"Uh, okay, if you say so...", He mumbled before walking past me. "See ya later, Riku", he said, as he scooted off to home room. Not like it mattered anyway, he only had less than a minute to get there, and his was on the third floor. Weird how he was on the first floor in the first place. Of course as soon as he turned the corner to get to the flights of stairs, the bell rung. And there were still a few students in the hallways, scattering to get into class or into a restroom to hide during home room.
With a low chuckle, I shoved my hands into my blue jean pockets. The Art room wasn't too far from here, just down the hall really. My uncle didn't have any classes in the morning. Only seniors got to take his class as an elective, and their elective class hours were in the afternoon. Anybody who saw him immediately knew we looked alike. Same hair, same eyes, and same way of thinking. Except instead being as rude as me, he actually uses tact when he talks.
He left his door open, which isn't new. He left his room open for visitors quite often. From curious parents to students skipping class. I just walked in without knocking. He was sitting at one of the vacant tables, his pen fluttering across a piece of paper. I guess he didn't notice me at all.
His room was a real mess. He had a few standard school desks, but his room was mainly populated by big black tables that atleast four people could use. Art work was painted all over his walls, left there by years of students who were only the best. Cabinets, drawers, and shelves were mainly all in the front of the class room. And behind the bookshelf was the teacher's area he never really used or cleaned. It was covered in papers and books, and two school computers that he ahrdly ever used.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Okay, maybe he did notice me. It wasn't like I could read the guy's expression. His face was even more blank than Cloud's.
"Uh... We're family, Seph. I have the right to come see you". I have no idea what my grandparents were thinking when they named him Sephiroth. Seriously, it sounds like one of those names that come from those insanely popular RPG's with bishounen anime guys everywhere, wielding big swords that most likely compensate for something. But he looks like the typical art teacher. Except he actually knew what he was talking about when it came to art and philosophy. He just wore a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of khakis. His hair needs to be cut, though. It's just way too long for a guy and it hangs infront of the small, rectangular glasses he wears.
"But I'm at work"
"And I'm a student in your educational workplace"
"You were suppose to stay home. I know what goes on around the school"
"The principal didn't say how many days I had to stay home".
"......Okay, you win". During that whole conversation, he never looked up from his piece of paper, still letting that pen scribble across it. "So why are you here today? Causing trouble for some poor, miserable teacher out of spite?"
"No", I said, a little annoyed at the fact that he would think of me as that type of person. Why the hell would I come to school just to annoy someone? I only do that when I'm forced to come and don't feel like cooperating.
Sliding into an empty seat right next to him at the table, I peered over to see what he was drawing. Seph had to the right to be an art teacher for the simple fact he was an artist. Unlike most teachers who just throw paper and paint at ou and tell you what to do, he offers a variety of things for you to do the task with. From newspaper to clay, you could use anything in his class.
"What are you looking at?"
"The thing you are drawing"
The platnium haired man finally peeled his emerald eyes off the paper to look at me. He quietly slid the drawing over to me so I could get a good look at it. I never knew why, but I always like my uncle Seph more than my mom. He didn't say things that weren't necessary. Sure he got angry with me and my behavior at times, but he never acted like it bothered him at all. "I don't understand why you're here working as an art teacher", I said as I looked at his drawing.
"Because a real artist would rather spend his money on paint than on food. Frankly, I can't do that", he said, his silver bangs hanging in his face slightly. "I have to make ends meet. Surviving comes before art in the world I live in".
I simply nodded, still transfixed by his artwork. It was an angel, a gorgeous one at that. Everything was detailed, even the fine lines of feathers on her wings. Sitting on a rock, with her hands folded across her chest, she was offering a weak smile. The shading and lighting effects are what really made it worth looking at. It set the mood for the whole image. "Why does it seem like the angel is sad?", I asked.
"It's like a representation of someone I know", Seph smiled. "Anyway, since you're here, you can do some work for me. I want you to sort all the paper in the storage room over there, clean all the sinks and see if there are any that are clogged with acryllic paint...." I cut him off with a groan.
"That's too much work", I moaned.
"What? I haven't even gotten started yet. I want you to scrub all the tables in here, and please check to see if there is any gum underneath the desks. I want you to color coordinate the markers, color pencils, crayons, chalk, and paint tubes into their appropriate containers", he was counting things off on his fingers now. "And it would be rather nice if you mopped the floor for me, too".
My forehead came into contact with the table top quite harshly as I groaned in protest again. "Why the hell am I doing all this work!?"
"You don't have anything better to do. Now if you don't mind, I have a faculty meeting to attend. I trust you won't do anything that might make me mad or something that's just stupid", he warned as he stood up from his seat. I glared up at him, but he didn't even waver. He just glared back down at me. He took his leave out of the room, leaving the picture he was drawing on the table. I sighed and decided he had a point about me having nothing to do.
"Guess I better get to work", I muttered in a very unethusiastic tone.
By 12:15 rolled around, I was somewhere near done. And Seph hadn't come back yet when his Senior year students started to come in. I was busy with a pair of gloves and a few paintbrushes I had found, trying to clear the drains in the sink of paint. Atleast I knew why paint ran out so fast; People like to it pour down the drain like fucktards. Some of the students who were pouring into the class room I recognized, while others I didn't. And luckily for me, Aerith had Art this period.
"Riku, what are you doing here of all places?" She even saved me the trouble of walking up and starting the interrogation. She was a simple type of person, so all she wore was a dark blue pair of jeans and a pink short-sleeve shirt. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail with a ribbon.
"I had to come today to talk to someone. Since I didn't feel like going home afterwards, I decided to hang out in the art room", I explained. "But the teacher put me to work while he left for a meeting".
"And he hasn't come back yet?"
"Nope", I replied as I turned the water on to rinse out what paint was still stuck down the drain. "Anyway, I also stayed here at school to talk to you about something".
"What?", she asked as she pulled a nearby chair closer to sit down.
"That jerk you're dating or whatever" I was pulling the gloves off my hands, trying to be careful not to get paint on my clothes.
"Oh, Cloud? I thought you guys were friends? What did he do?", Aerith asked, looking very interested in our conversation.
"He hit a good friend of mine in the face but the bastard won't tell me why"
"That does seem a bit out of character of him...", the brown haired said.
"Has he been acting weird? I mean weirder than usual" I threw the rubber gloves in the garbage and looked at her as she thought about the question.
"Well, now that you mention it, he has been acting a little weird, even for his standards", she finally answered. "I know he diesn't even talk much, but now he just shuts up completely-"
That's when Seph decided to enter the classroom. "Okay, sorry I'm late. The meeting was long as hell", he said as he dropped the folders he was carrying in the garbage. I just stared at him before reaching into the garbage can to find out what was in those folders.
"Now class-"
"What the fucking hell? You just threw away a shit load of paper work. You're suppose to fill these out, even I know that", I interrupted. I knew my uncle was a bit eccentric but you don't throw paper work into the trash can. I know what happens to teachers who don't turn it in; They're either yelled at or fired.
"I'll do it later"
"But you threw it into the trash can?"
"I know where it's at" Obviously, my uncle was more than just eccentric. He kept things in a garbage can? My entire opinion on Seph just changed right there. The guy was related to me and my mom, but still. I didn't know mental issues ran that rampant in our blood. I decided I should just leave the room incase I said something I might've ended up regretting later on.
"Talk to you later, Aerith", I whispered as I quietly exitted the room, leaving Seph to instruct his students.
Hallways were empty, no teachers or students in sight. I was bored out of my mind, but atleast I wasn't doing any physical labor now. But it was 12:23 right now which meant the Freshmen and Sophomores were having lunch in the cafeteria now. It was boring in the hallways, so why not cause trouble in the packed cafeteria?
Wandering the hallways until I found my destination, I made my way into the crowded cafeteria. Of course, every noticed me right away. After all, I wasn't suppose to be in school. At our school, nobody actually ate lunch. Students would rather go hungry or bring some thing to eat than to pay for the terrible stuff our cafeteria cooks try to give us.
I sat with Sora everyday for lunch, so I know where he was sitting. He preferred the back table next to all the windows that looked out into the teachers' parking lot. The kid would stare out the windows the whole lunch hour. Brushing past alot of people, I made my way into the back of the cafeteria. I found the table he was sitting at that had very few people sitting there. The brunette had his fa e down on the table top, staring blankly out the window.
"You seem more angsty than usual", I smiled as I gently tapped his shoulder. Sora was snapped out of his thoughts as he jumped alittle from my unexpected entrance.
"I'm just a little bored, that's all", the brunette replied as I sat down next to him. The few people that were at our table just stared at me. I shot them all a glare that told them to mind their own business. Sitting up, Sora looked at me questioningly. "What are you doing here?"
"My uncle creeped me out so I left the art room", I answered. "I'm going home after lunch. Wanna come?".
"I can't just leave school! I'll get in trouble!", he replied.
"No you won't. You worry way too much", I reassured him. "Hell, we can leave right now".
"How?"
"Just walk through the main door. It's never locked or anything"
"I'm still not going"
"Yes you are" And with that, I stood up, grabbed him his arm and proceeded to drag him out his seat. Despite the fact he said 'No', he wasn't resisting when I dragged him.
"Fine, I'll go", I heard him mumble under his breath as I let his arm go.
"I knew you'd see it my way". He shoved his hands into his pockets and scowled at me, as if I would change my mind. I started to walk, him following close behind me, an adorable little pout on his face. Making our way through the sea of tables and students, we left through the cafeteria doors. No teachers were walking up and down the halls and I was glad since they would question us until we just got tired of standing there and died.
Sora started to fall behind, I guess he was starting to have more second thoughts. I reached behing me and grabbed his hand, and pulled him as I walked. The brunette picked up the pace a bit, and in no time, we were less than twenty feet from the main door. We were about to push the heavy wooden doors open, when the principal of all people decided to round the corner. I mumbled the word 'Shit' under my breath as I hurriedly pushed the doors open and pulled Sora out of that hallway.
"Do you think he saw us?", Sora asked.
"I don't even know, but I really don't wanna stay to find out". I turned around and smiled, trying to reassure him that he wasn't doing anything bad. Okay he was ditching school, but that's not bad, right? Gladly placing my arm over his shoulder, I said, "Now come on, there has to be something we can do".
He looked genuinely worry-free when I draped my arm around him, and that's what made me really glad. I'd worry about Cloud later. It wasn't like he was going to come running out of nowhere to start beating people up or anything. We started to walk away from the door, and soon left the school's property.
"See? Isn't it nice to skip school?", I asked. He blushed as if he he didn't want to answer because I was right. It is fun to skip school.
"I guess you're right, but we haven't even really done anything yet".
"True, so what do you want to do? I know a few places that we could go", I said. He looked up at me when I said that, instead of looking at the ground like he usually does.
"Where?"
"We could go to the park. No one ever goes there during this time of day, so we can't possibly get into trouble"
"I guess you've got an idea there...", He was looking alittle unsure of whether or not to actually go with me.
"Sora, you can't be such a boring person all the time! Especially if you're gonna be around me alot!", I said.
"I'm not a boring person!", he flushed. "It's just that you always want to do these insane and crazy things!".
"Because they're fun! That's something you really haven't realized yet". He kept quiet after that, just now realizing I had a damn good point. "See? Now come on, I know there's going to be other people at the park and they know me". He looked reassured a bit, but not one hundred percent.
"I'll take your word for it", he sighed. My arm was still slung around his shoulder, and for once I was grateful to be a few inches taller than him. My eyes had a nice clear view of his profile, which was quite nice. Usually when you look at someone's face from the side, you realize they have a big nose or forehead that has a receeding hair line. It was perfect and it didn't pain me just look at him at all.
For some reason I felt a little weird, like I wanted to do something. He actually looked happy or somewhere near there, which is a change from what's been going on for the last few days. We both have our issues at home, but he's not use to problems coming out of nowhere like I am. I was always quick to adjust, and I guess he never was. I would normally offer someone like Sora pity, but he didn't deserve that. Sympathy was something that he needed.
We were walking, more or less skipping school. Sure we're nothing more than two teenagers who look suspicious walking around at some random time in the afternoon. I'm surprised someone hasn't called the cops yet. But then again, I'm grateful. They might try to drag Sora back to school, which would make me bored as hell. And that feeling I have won't go away. It's as if it keeps nagging at me to do something, but I don't know what. I hated this time of year; You always saw couples wandering around and that also nagged at me.
"I like this time of year". Okay, he just said the complete opposite of what I was thinking. It wasn't surprising though. Sora was one of the few nice people in the world. Weird how he wasn't killed by some random person yet.
"Why? It's October and it's oddly still warm. The leaves are falling off the trees, and it's annoying to find dead leaves everywhere".
"And that's the only thing you look at? What about the leaves that are still in the trees? They're all different colors, but I guess all you can see is black and white". What the hell did this kid me by that?
"All I can see is black and white? What the hell does that mean", my voice rose a little.
"You see things only in black and white, like the negatives you get when you go have the pictures in your camera developed". This kid was being a philosopher now. A good one, at that.
"Are you saying I only see the negative parts out of things?". He hit the nail on the head, actually. I'm a bit cynical, I will admit, but I have my moments of optimism. And Sora shut up, not really willing to answer my previous question.
"I never said a thing", Sora said quickly before jogging ahead of me a bit down the sidewalk. So he was trying to get away, was he? I really can't have that, especially since he insulted me like that.
"Don't play stupid with me!", I called after him. He looked back as I ran to catch up with him. He was just about to get away, but I promptly grabbed his wrist. Big blue eyes looked shocked at my sudden action, but I quickly pulled him closer to my face, to stare him in the eye. "I'm not always negative", I said quietly. Then I realized his face colored red for some reason. "Why are you blushing? I swear you are soft as hell".
"Well, um, uh.. It's just that our faces are very close together, like in those really sappy romance novels...." The brunette had a point about that. And frankly, I had no problem with being that close. That nagging feeling was back, and stronger than ever. I couldn't help it, I just leaned in closer. I know it doesn't really look right be out here on a public sidewalk doing this. And isn't this the suburbs? Old people live over here and the typical stereotypes of the 'Perfect Family' do, too. So in short, this really isn't the place to be standing here, looking as if we're about to make out. Two guys nonetheless, so I'm realy sure some old people are calling the police and parents are closing their curtains.
Sora was red in the face, not because of embarassment or out of being uncomfortable. It was something else, I could see it in his eyes. I guess that's why he wasn't surprised when I actually let my lips touch his. Hell, he even decided to participate, and I had no problems with that. This wasn't one of those sappy, passionate kisses you see in romance movies. This was a real kiss, not for pretend. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him closer, absently nibbling on his lower lip. I felt his arms gripping my arms. I finally decided to stop being a bastard and give him something to really be excited. I stopped toying with his lower lip and I silently pleaded for entrance into his mouth by sliding my tongue over his moist lips.
Sora exhaled for a moment, which gave me the perfect moment to slide my tongue into his inviting moment. Damn, it was just a little much when he glided his tongue against my own. I wasn't complaining though, I was moving my tongue against everything he had to offer in his wet mouth. I could hear a faint moan slipping from his throat as I moved my tongue across the roof of his mouth.
But shortly after, I had to let go. Breathing is important to stay alive. And naturally, we both were looking up and down the street, seeing if anyone had witnessed what we just did. Besides a few drawn curtains, everything looked fine. No one in sight.
"Where do you wanna go?", I asked.
"My place, NOW".
So damn..tired..... What is wrong with me? I put off writing just to play Kingdom Hearts and sadly I haven't beaten it yet. It's not that I suck, I just get easily distracted by side quests and stuff. I've had the game for 2 months and I haven't beaten it, I know it's sad. I also haven't beaten Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time because the Shadow Temple level scares me. Don't even ask how I got past the Forest temple with the creepy chanting that was going on in that level. And don't get me started on the Well thing in Kakariko Village. I'm a huge chicken, okay.
KH doesn't scare me, the character designs kinda piss me off though. Kairi's design had problems and I think that's why she doesn't have many fans (I would be a fan somewhat if her design was different). Of course, Riku has his fans because of his character design which I find odd for a 15-year-old, but whatever. He's still smexy. Sora's only problem is his shoes: they are too damn big and yellow. And his VA could've been better, in my opinion. But I'm just bitching as usual.
Wow, how long did it take me to write this? And I got 81 reviews just for 5 measly chapters? I bet I can get over 100 with the 6th one XD Especially with this chapter? Will the next part have sex? Sorry, but no. I'm just a nice person, you know?
And yes, right now I'm 14 in the 8th grade. And I managed to get all my assignments turned in even though my printer was broken!!! And I got a good GPA for once: I got a 3.4 so be proud of meh!!!!! XD I would had a 3.6 if I didn't get that damn D in Wood-working class. Even though I kinda just screwed around in there.....
Uh, Read and Review, ne? (P.S. I know I rant and rave too much, you don't have to tell me XD) Oh, this wasn't beta-read either. I need a beta-reader or something because I'm too lazy to re-read my own stuff. (Sad, no?)