Chapter 4: Early Bird—Crushed On (story collaboration between rika-tan and chibi-suke07)
-Nicky's POV-
"Keili!" I whispered.
It was 6:00 in the morning. Keili wasn't waking up. I was the early bird; she was the owl of the night. Nicole is diurnal, Keili is nocturnal.
Trying to wake her up is like frying an egg in the tundra. Never could I successfully wake her up all the way. AND! She'll kill you.
-First Time Waking Her Up-
It had been a sleepover. Keili's mom was here, ready to pick her up. I settled on my knees next to her sleeping form. A little bit of drool hid in the corner of her mouth as I reached out to poke her…
BAM!
"Aghhh!" I drew back, holding my nose.
She…hit me! D8
Blood oozed out of my nostrils as I screamed, "OH MAI GAWD YOU HIT ME!!"
Unconcerned and still asleep, she turned over.
-End of Flashback-
I ran to my nightstand in my room, looking for my phone. I had to call Vergil! I needed someone else to wake her up…
Those thoughts escaped my brain as the toaster in the kitchen chirped with the sudden popping of poptarts. I jogged to the kitchen from my room—
"OWWWW!! FUCK!" My toes had kicked hard against the corner of the empty door frame to the kitchen; I hopped on my stupid foot while cradling the now red one as it throbbed painfully. My tunnel vision was only on the poptarts. Slowly, I hopped forth, focusing only on the pastries.
BAM!
The cabinet I left open earlier smacked me in the face; my tunnel vision blurred up with stars as I hopped backwards screaming, "Ash, oh my gawd!!"
Keili turned over, her hand hanging off the bed, pillows sprawling on her feet.
—Ringg!
— Baby, its fact. Our love is true. The way black is black and blue is just blue. My love is true. It's a matter of fact. Oh, and you love me too. It's as simple as that—
"Heyos?" I greeted through clenched teeth.
"You need a ride to school," Vergil deadpanned, as if it were fact. It was, actually.
"Yah…chure…" I was still gritting them, and it showed by the way I spoke.
"What happened?"
"Uh…I, uh, stubbed my toe…"
"…And?"
"…bumped into the cabinet."
"…I'll be over in five minutes—"
"OW!" I feel backwards from hopping so long. "HELP VERGIL! I'VE FALLEN AND I CAN'T GET UP!!"
"…I'll be over in five minutes," he repeated, "with your uniform."
I bolted up from my previous position of rolling on the floor crying. "WHAT?!"
Some uniform it turned out to be. Vergil came over, presenting me with a grey plaid, pleated skirt, a black blazer and bow ribbon, and a white blouse with black trim and my class band. A class band was a cloth pinned to either your blazer or shirt depending and identifying your class. Mine was white, because I'm a freshman. Vergil's being attached to his blazer, was light grey; he was a sophomore. His double-breasted blazer was black along with his pants, his tie a solid grey, and his dress shirt a solid white. He showed signs of irritation; his hair down and in his face.
"I look like Dante, don't I?" he wondered aloud.
My hips sloped to one angles as I placed my hands on the farthest outwards one. "No duh? Twins?"
"No kidding," retorted sarcastically, flipping his hair back to what seemed his normal.
And then suddenly, he began taking off his tie. I couldn't help wondering why, but I was stopped short when I noticed him standing there, arm extended, offering the tie.
"Huh?"
He looked away. "Are you gonna take it or not?" Vergil questioned, cross.
It took a moment, but I understood soon after thought. In high school, culture is to wear a tie if you're a taken female, ribbon if you're a taken male—the exchanging of items completed the bond of girlfriend and boyfriend.
"Seriously?" I had already grabbed the tie before that came out of my mouth, while he laced the ribbon under his shirt collar.
"I don't fool around," he replied, a hint of something I couldn't quite put my finger on, mixing into his voice.
"…" I paused a moment, considering this.
Before I knew it, I was in his luxurious Lexus. "I'm hungry."
"You just ate," Vergil narrowed his eyes in exasperation.
"I know," I replied, "but saying that doesn't contribute to my empty stomach."
"Whatever," he sighed as we pilled out my driveway, leaving for Aegean.
-Keili's POV-
—Rinnggg!
—Last year's wishes are this year's apologies, every last time I come home—
My fingers messily gripped the talk button of my sleek black, beloved phone. Someone not in my address book was calling me, and caused my phone to play my favorite wake up song. "I'm Like A Lawyer The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off"—whatever it was called—I called it simply "Me and You"—by Fall Out Boy.
I mashed the talk button and answered with an "Mmm?"
"Hey babe! Good morning'!" chimed Dante, his big grin forming in the back of my head.
I croaked, "Morning." My throat was dry.
"I almost freaked out when I saw Vergil and Nicole passing me on my way to Starbucks."
I dropped my phone after pressing the speaker phone button. Thrusting off my red covers, my legs slung off the bed and felt wooden ground; my room was Nicky's father's old office. I threw on some old unbutton-able jeans to stroll around the house in. My reflection mimicked me as I drew near the mirror. My hair was extremely flat, no volume at all. Nothing a little hairspray can't fix.
"What's your point?" I inquired, clearing my throat soon after and grabbing some Göt2b to pep up my bob. It was the best hair spray known to man and—
"That every time I've knocked on your door so far you haven't answered."
So that was the noise I heard in my sleep. In my dream I was on a carousel made of burgers. I wondered where the rapping came from!
"Sorry," I rolled my eyes, venturing to the front door. Sure enough, Dante bore his devious grin, donning the school uniform I forgot to buy before school started for us. "Huh, that's what I forgot."
Dante's hand flew in the direction of the Navigator. "Then let's go. We're meeting a friend of mine."
And of course my poor looking butt got in the car. I felt dirty, next to the clean, pristine-looking Dante. From the corner of my eyes it could be seen that he had been staring at me, wondering why I would wear such a horrible combination of clothing—a tank, unbutton-able jeans that showed my girly boxers; I was the weirdest thing out there.
"I didn't know they made girl-boxers."
"And this will be the only time you get to see mine," I snapped back involuntarily, flicking my eyes at him for an instant. My butt lifted up as my fingers hooked the belt loops on my hips, yanking them up in my crotch uncomfortably. It beat him seeing my undies.
He sang monotonously, "Bitttcchhh flllaaakkkesss! Gawd, I love that cereal. I guess you do too, you had some extra bitch flakes this morning."
Irritably, I spat out, "Fuck you!"
And he did the unexpected.
He eased the car to a stop on the side of the street after sharply turning a corner.
He put it in park.
The boy with blue eyes looked at me, smirking, climbing over to my side, saying, "Go ahead."
His frame, being about ¾ quarters of a foot taller than my 5'3" self, nearly blocked all the sunlight that was now dawning from the window. My face stole all the blood I needed to push the latch that opened the car door, Dante's face a faction away from mine. I shut my eyes, ready for torture.
"Just kidding, babe! Jesus Christ!" he laughed, pecking me on the forehead. "I'm not that way—JESUS CHRIST!!"
I had almost punched him in the cheek, I hit that hard. "YOU FUCKING SCARED ME YOU IDIOT!!"
"HEY YOU TWO, KNOCK IT OFF!" Someone screamed from the house we were parked in front of, something I didn't notice until now. A girl with wild hair and heterochromatically semi-bluish and red pair of eyes, focused on us behind her barely there bifocals and underneath her slender bangs. She looked like those girls from the school girl shoujo manga you buy at Borders or something.
Dante abruptly shifted back to his spot in the driver's seat, grinning, "You."
"Don't you 'you' me, you freak!" The girl was a junior from the looks of it, especially with that band around her arm. She was definitely an upperclassman. "Is this the girl you keep blabbing about?"
Her eyes bore into me, giving me a reason to suddenly blush from being stared at so hard. Usually it's Dante doing that, because Dante's a super-hot weirdo who I wish would go away and stay at the same time, the freak.
"Of course," he smirked once more. Then, he nudged me, "This is Lady. She's a good friend of mine. Be careful though, she's a nasty little snake."
"Bite me," she snapped, side-glancing at him a sharp moment before turning back to me. Her arms crossed under her chest as she asked, "You're one of the new freshman from a couple of days ago, right?"
I simply nodded
"Heh…you gave the most retarded performance I've ever seen, sliding down rails and—"
"Rails…?" Glancing at Dante, he stared down the street, but nothing could hide what he was thinking.
"Gawd, help me…Anyways. Your buddy and you are quite the cute additions, so I told Dante, what the hell; bring her here for her uniform." Proudly she declared, "I'm the President of the Student Council, I can do your uniform for free."
"You didn't do mine for free…" muttered Dante, now messing with his nails.
"Get inside, so I can kick your ass."
I'd never thought I'd be as good of friends with Lady as I would be with Nicole. I mean, sure, Lady didn't have the spunkiness that Nicole naturally had since day one, but she was just as good to talk to. Though, I could never replace Nicole. Nicole was like my sister.
When we got into Lady's house, it reminded me of the modernity and sophistication that Dante's house bore. The rooms weren't as colorful, however; they were more like nudes and browns and greys and whites. Her furniture matched each room, but contrasted. If you walked into her living room—which had been painted ivory—you'd see black and grey sofas and chairs shaped in a box-like fashion for that natural urbane edge. Dante hurled himself upon the largest one in the room, grabbing a nearby magazine on the Japanese cherry-wood table assembled a little ways away from it. His eyes immediately began scanning the pages, looking at the latest gear and gadgets for techies. Meanwhile, Lady lead me by the wrist to a room upstairs, I'm guessing it's hers.
When she closed the door, she demanded, "Take your clothes off."
I blushed upon hearing this, but easily complied with an, "Um…okay…"
My unbutton-able jeans slid down my thighs to pool sloppily at my ankles, my tanktop fell behind me as I pulled out of it. My feeling uncomfortable kept me trembling like a leaf in front of this girl who was a couple of years older than me or so, and was possibly wondering what my problem was.
Lady raised an eyebrow as she brought out a pack of grey plaid skirts, each a different size. "Are you okay?"
"Sure," I lied; even though she knew I was uncomfortable.
"I bet you're wondering why Dante picked you too," Lady mumbled, staring at my legs, supposedly sizing me up.
"Sort of…" I muttered back, surprised she knew that about me too. I began to wonder when this mind game would end, though it barely started. She told me what I felt, when I felt it, and everything. And it scared me.
She mused aloud, "He's actually a pretty good guy, though I wonder what's gotten into him...choosing a fourteen year-old girl…"
"How old is he?" I inquired, because she made an unusual comment. "He's 15, isn't he? Or 16?"
"He's 17," Lady corrected, throwing the size 8 plaid skirt on the bed I stood alongside. My shirt size was a medium, and my skirt size an 8. I had wide hips for being small. At least, that's what Nicole's mother used to tell me. "Dante and his brother started school really late. Wanna know why?"
The thought of knowing why seriously intrigued me. I wanted to know, Gawd damn it. It just…it seemed like something I had to know about him. He was so perfect; a flaw would just knock him of the high horse I threw him on since I first saw him.
"…Why?"
"Well…" she spoke softly, fingering the white band that was to be around my arm in a few moments. "…True story has it…" She grinned. "He started school way late."
"Oh," I groaned. I thought it was something important!! Gosh…pulling my strings like that…
"What were you expecting me to say?"
"Something that would've made him more human and less godly."
"Oh well. Sucks for you."
"I guess so…"
(Nicole's POV—FINALLY)
As soon as I got to homeroom, Vergil departed for his. Mine was on the way to his, so he walked me there—possibly making sure I knew that he wasn't kidding around about the girlfriend-boyfriend thing. It seemed kind of strange for him to walk so close to me, yet I took it all in and cherished the smell of his fiery but subtle cologne…he smelled good.
"Almost like a poptart…w" I muttered to myself loud enough for him to hear, but only by accident did Vergil hear it.
"What?"
"Nothing!" My homeroom in five seconds, FIVE SECONDS RUN NICKY RUN!! "See ya!" I sprinted into my homeroom with an unhurried grace I never tapped into before; before I knew it I was stuck in my assigned chair. That whole block (15 minutes) I wondered why he chose me…However, I came interrupted when I got my new schedule.
I stared at it blankly as my homeroom teacher flipped it onto my desk.
First, Spanish II.
Still the same.
No Dante nor my friend, but as long as Dante was with Keili, it'd be alright. I be boreds though….
Vergil didn't come to class until 45 minutes before the end of class, when the teacher explained how to conjugate 'estar'. Estás un puta! WEE!!
"Hey," Vergil slightly brushed his fingers through the hair on my neck—it stood on end with intensity. I didn't even notice him walking in and sitting next to me. This was abnormal, because I usually stared at the door rather than the teacher.
My said boyfriend leaned from his seat as the teacher droned on and whispered in my ear, "What are we doing?"
Not that it seemed kinky or anything, but I was ready to nosebleed. His breath had beaten only once on my ear shell, but it had been enough to make all the blood in my system rush to my face.
"Est…ar…" I slowly whispered back.
"Thanks," vibrated in my ear, and I almost freaked.
Wait, no I did.
"Nicole, what is the tú form of estar?"
"¡ERES LOCA!" screamed I, bolting up in class.
You're an idiot, Nicky.
Such an idiot.
I love you too, Nicky.
xDD
"…That's correct," the teacher went on and pretended nothing had happened. Even if I was wrong.
Thank gawd.
-Orchestra-
Keili speed-walked in, smiling, eyes sort of twinkling, "Nicole! Oh my gawd!"
"What?" I grinned back.
"Have you met Lady? The student council president?"
"No. Should I?" I wondered with a smile.
Walking over to the celli rack, she grabbed her favorite, with the stripes for on the fingerboard. "Yeah, she's fun."
"…Mkay…" I simply muttered.
And suddenly, she exclaimed, "Thanks for forgetting me this morning!"
After which I winced, kind of nervous not knowing if it was sarcasm or not. "…Seriously?"
"Yeah." That smile was still pasted on her face, so I was good…or was I?
"Oh…kay…What happy bug crawled up your ass?"
"The kind that kisses you the awesomest way possible."
…I'm not gonna ask.
Besides, I was too busy trying to catch Vergil.
"HEY! OUTTA MY CHAIR YOU SPIKY-HEADED FREAK!"
"On the contrary," he growled, "this is my chair."
"Whateva," I smirked at the ghetto-ness I put on it. I love my ghetto moments. "It'll be mine anyway…;3"
"…" No comment? Aww…I wanted to be like those people from that one game! What was it called? Devil May Die…no…Devil Can't Die…no…Devil Never Cry…Hmm…
-end-
A/N
XDDDD I HAD TO DO THAT AT THE END!! It seemed so quintessential to do. This was for my friend who might not have internet for a while, for my buddy who's making an appearance in here soon, and for the tacos that ferment in my basement's belly button. LOL!
MOVING ON!
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