I'm Not a Model

Chapter Eight

"Shit!!"

"Oh, crap! I'm sorry, Riku!"

Sora was a clutz, plain and simple. He had his school schedule changed for some reason, so now he had math and science with me. He was always in my math class, which meant I could always copy off his homework if I didn't do it. But things didn't seem all that great with the kid in my science class. Sora and possibly dangerous chemicals didn't mix. He managed to drop three beakers so far, none of them holding an explosive substance. To be honest, I think he would be better off in Biology class since it didn't require as many safety precautions.

"I am not cleaning up that glass", I said, leaning back in my chair.

"I know, I know", the brunette whined. He stood up to go get the broom and dust pan, but I noticed that his finger had a cut on it.

"How the hell did you manage to cut your finger?", I asked as I grabbed his hand to get a better look at it.

"I don't know, I didn't have it before." He was watching me and his finger with the cut on it. He nearly yelped when I squeezed the cut, pushing a piece of glass to the surface of his skin.

"You managed to get a small shard of glass in your finger. Must be from when you cleaned up the glass from the second beaker you broke." I picked the piece of glass of Sora's finger, flicking it away boredly while watching the blood ooze from his cut. It wasn't alot, it kinda looked like a paper cut.

"It didn't hurt or anything," Sora noted. He tried to pull his hand away when I pulled his finger closer to my mouth. I know, I know. We're in public so we should behave like good students. But it's not like people were looking at us or could even see us for that matter. We sat way in the back of the class room, so unless someone turned around, then they could see us. Of course, the idea of being caught was pretty nice. "This isn't the place for that!" he hissed, but I shut him up when I licked his wounded finger.

"The place for what?" I asked innocently. His eyebrows knitted together, trying to show he was getting angry, but I know him better than that.

"You know what!" He managed to snatch his hand back. "I have to get the broom and dust pan, remember. I can't just leave broken glass lying around." it was kinda cute when he pouted and stormed off to find the broom and dust pan. I smirked to myself, leaned back into my chair, and surveyed the rest of the class room. Everyone was doing the lab experiment we were supposew to be doing. Of course I gave up long ago, since I was afraid Sora would blow me straight to hell if he mixed and or dropped the wrong substances. And I wasn't going to touch the stuff, either. If I did, it would be classified as "Class room Participation", and frankly, I can't have that.

The science teacher wasn't so bad. He was the only teacher that didn't have a grudge against me. He was balding on the top of his head, and the way he dressed was kinda weird. I have no idea how he manages to wear a business suit one day, then a pair of faded jeans and a shirt the next. Usually, teachers stick to one style when they dress. And did I mention he was a schizo? One moment he could be the greatest guy in the world, the next he could be the human equivalent of Satan.

As Sora grabbed the broom from the corner of the room, the teacher decided to take the time to ask him questions. Presumably about how many times he grabbed that broom and dust pan. And I guess I was right since Sora scratched the back of his head and looked sheepish while the teacher just folded his arms across his chest. Whatever they were saying now looked unimportant and now Sora was allowed to grab the two things he needed. Once he had the broom and dust pan, he scurried back to our desk.

"What was that about?" I inquired.

"He said we're excused from the rest of this experiment since he doesn't want me breaking anymore glasses." Sora started to sweep all the glass into one pile. It was rather easy since the glass was in big chunks.

"Wow, that's nice of him. I was afraid he was going to explode on you for a minute there," I said as I watched him bend over to sweep the class into the dust pan. I glanced up at the clock, seeing that we had twenty minutes left in class. Twenty minutes left with nothing to do, but I had a plan in the making. "Sora"

"Huh? What?" He glanced up from what he was doing.

"Give me a piece of that glass."

"What!? Why!?"

"So I can cut myself and say I have to clean up my blood in the bathroom. I can get out of class that way." Was it necessary to point out everything for him?

"And you're just going to leave me here?" He pouted.

"Fine, cut your finger again, only deeper."

"Hey, doesn't the teacher have like bandages and stuff?"

"No, the school can't really afford stuff like that," I explained as he handed me a piece of glass. I looked over my hand, figuring out where I should cut myself. It wasn't going to be deep or anything, so I figured my palm. I felt blue eyes borrowing a hole in into my hand.

"Are you serious about this?" he asked. It wasn't like I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.

I ignored his question and gently pushed the glass into my palm, smirking to myself as I saw a little blood drip from the cut. I dragged the glass through my skin just to make it look like a serious wound. Throwing the bloody glass on the floor, I raised my hand so he could see. "See? Not so hard, now is it?"

He just stared blankly at my hand, still crouched on the floor with the broom and dust pan in his hands. "I'm not doing that," He stated blankly.

"Fine, you don't have to, you big chicken." I stood up and marched to the front of the class. The teacher was at his desk, grading papers. I tapped him on the shoulder, and showed him my hand.

"Riku, how did you do that?" He asked as he examined my hand.

"I was helping Sora clean up the broken glass and I kinda cut myself in the process," I tried to look sheepish so my story would be a bit more believable. He looked at me suspiciously but said nothing.

"Fine, go to the bathroom to clean that up. And have Sora go with you since I don't want you trying anything." He motioned for me to go away and do what I had to do. I looked towards the the back of the class room, giving Sora the signal to come with me. He nodded and placed the broom on the ground as before he made his way over to me.

"Hmm?" He asked as soon as he was close enough.

"Come on, I have to go clean this up", I said, holding up my still bleeding hand. "And you have to come with me."

"Why?"

"Teacher said so." I walked towards the door, grabbing the hall pass that hung loosely from the door knob. "Don't just stand there, come on." I pushed the door open, Sora on my heels. "Now let's hurry, this cut is starting to actually hurt." The brunette just nodded again as we entered the empty hall ways. Light was pouring in from the windows, nearly blinding me. The boys' bathroom wasn't that far away from where we were at.

Pushing the heavy wooden doors open, we made our way into the bathroom. The cut on my hand was starting to sting like hell, so I immediately placed my hand in a nearby sink and turned the cold water on. The marble sinks were lined up infront of a mirror, covered in puddles of water. I never really used the school's facilities. Some pretty freaky things tend to happen in them, from what I've heard.

I didn't bother putting soap on my hands since I knew it would make it feel worse, even though I really should have. Sora was watching me, I could feel his worry making a hole in my now slightly bleeding hand.

"You should really put soap on that...." He said.

"It'll hurt like hell if I do that."

"And it'll really hurt like hell if it gets infected."'

I snorted. "You worry over little things, Sora."

"You don't worry at all," he noted.

"True, but atleast I can have some fun that way." I turned the water off and shook the excess water of my hands. "I'm staying here for the rest of the period, just to let you know."

"I kinda figured that," He laughed. The brunette seated himself on the edge of the sink, smiling his head off. "You're not that hard to figure out, Riku."

I had to roll my eyes at that. "If that's the case, then why do you always act surprised when I do something stupid?"

"Because you don't seem like a stupid person." That shut me up. No one ever really complimented me, let alone my intelligence.

"What makes you think I'm smart?", I asked. I never did anything to show how smart I was, so how would he know?

"Well, you have this thing about you.... It's kinda hard to explain, but it's like you have your own thoughts all the time. Thoughts and ideas you never tell anyone. It's not that hard to tell when you're thinking and day dreaming."

"Huh?" Seriously, I was confused.

"Riku, what's the one thing you really want to do in your life time?" he asked.

"Well.... I always wanted to travel but I never thought of actually doing it." I always amused myself with ideas of going to some foreign country, but that would never happen. Traveling across the world is expensive and time consuming. But it never hurt to do research on places I would like to visit.

"See? I bet that's what you day dream about when you're staring off into space. When people think about far away places, that usually tune everything around them out." He was still smiling, but I found it odd how he knew about this kinda stuff.

"And how do you figure this...................?"

"My mom's a pyschologist. She tells me all kinds of things about how people think and the tendencies people tend to have without realizing they have them at all." Wow, he's lucky, his mom actually tells him things. My mom doesn't ever say anything unless it's an insult or something that she forgot to do.

I leaned against the marble surface of the sink and sighed. "My mom's an attorney. A good one at that, so she spends most of her time at the office."

"That explains a lot."

"My mom being an attorney explains what?"

"Most jobs like that require a certain amount of emotional discipline," he was good at explaining things all of a sudden. "So, they tend to cut off emotional ties, to a certain extent."

"Uh huh...." Okay, he lost me.

It was his turn to roll his eyes. "I'm saying she probably does care, but she's not really going to it. In the court room, one must be completely rid of emotion."

"And how the hell does that tie into my home life? As far as I know, my living room doesn't look anything like a court room."

"I really can't explain that, it depends on how your mom views things."

"That was so unhelpful...." I said flatly.

"You know it helped. You're just too lazy to think about how it was helpful."

"Wow, once again you just figured me out. I must be as hard to figure out as the ever impossible riddle of getting the lid off of a mayonaise jar," I responded sarcastically.

He laughed at that. I didn't get why people laughed at the sarcastic things I usually said.

"You're giving yourself too much credit, Riku."

"Was that an insult, Brat?", I asked.

"Yeah, I would think even you would be able to figure it out."

"Shut up, brat." I was standing right in front of him as he was still seated firmly on the marble sink. I actually had to lean up to kiss him. It felt weird to have his lips up higher than mine, but the brunette decided to be nice and lean downward. I know we can't have a full blown make-out session right now, and he knows that, too. So we keep it simple and soft, just barely tasting each other's mouths.

"I knew it"

I never noticed anyone had walked into the bath room until that voice said something.

Bad news, people. I got into a bit of a fight at school, so my computer use is very limited for the next millenium. Not really surprising, though. I like arguing with people. The world's a violent place, no? And if a person becomes violent, there mom becomes violent, and decides to give the person a punishment ;-;

Since, my computer use is limited, I haven't had time to send this to my beta. So don't scream at me for bad grammar and spelling! I'm trying, honestly, but typing is kinda hard for someone with fairly small hands.

And what the hell is going on in this fic!?! It's getting out of control here, the spiral decent into complete mayhem and madness... Only I could can write something this insane and retarded. And this could only be written with a stuffy nose and while listening to random anime theme songs. I know, I'm weird that way.

And I have a fic recommendation! I never really do this, but I thought it was just so.... (can't think of a word).

http:sparekey. northmark. net/ darkki /know1. html

Just take out the spaces that I randomly put in there. It should take you chapter 1. Until my ass is off punishment, laters.