*Meh.*
"I have a question," Freddy said abruptedly, directing it at the hooded boy next to his desk in homeroom. Elliot looked up from his constant doodles and drawings to the other, the amused smirk on his lips unseen.
"why do I find that unbearably likely?" he questioned, Freddy feigning shock and bringing a hand to his heart to emphasize it.
"Y'know, that hurts a little," he said, pretending to be serious and failing miserably. He had a grin escape him, and he covered his mouth with his hand to stifle a laugh. "No, I mean; should we ask if Jordin an' Ruby wanna help? More people get it dome quicker, which means lake sludge quicker, which means awesomeness quicker.
Elliot paused. "You thought this over, haven't you?"
"Maybe..." Freddy trailed off, looking to the ceiling.
"Well, I wasn't going to," Elliot admitted. "The barbaric Neanderthals passing off as eighth grade students were technically bothering US. Then they entered the picture, and everyone started taunting them, too. Its really our problem."
"Actually uh..." Freddy spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Its sorta my problem."
Elliot cocked an eyebrow, silently questioning what he meant. Freddy sighed. "I was the, who you called 'barbaric Neanderthals passing off as eighth grade students', punching bag. Ta add to what'cha found out about me yesterday, they beat me up CONSTANTLY. Everyone in this class, or the grade in general, has called me a freak AT LEAST once." He groaned in self- pity. "Sometimes, I wish I'd die."
"Don't say that!" Elliot hissed at him, eyebrows furrowed. "Have I ever called you a freak?"
"No..." Freddy murmured. Then he started retaliating. "But that doesn't count."
"Why not? Because I'M a freak, too? Because I have nails stuck in my head? Because I can move things without touching them?" Elliot snapped, still low enough so that only Freddy could hear. He was glaring intensely.
"No!" Freddy replied, stunned. A sharp crack ran through his wooden desk, tiny ones sprouting like veins and roots.
"Then why?" Elliot asked through gritted teeth.
"Because you were the first and only person I've ever met that didn't care what I looked like," Freddy said flatly. That significantly calmed Elliot down. As soon as it had occurred the crack healed, sealing over as if nothing had happened. Freddy stared at it, running his fingers over where it had been.
He glanced at Elliot, who had silently, almost shamefully gone back to illustrating. "Can you do that whenever you want?" he asked in pure curiosity.
Elliot's eyes flickered to him, then back to his paper. "Not... really," he sighed.
"But you fixed it."
"Yeah, so?"
"Were you pissed off when you fixed it?"
"No-"
"Then how'd you do it?"
"I don't know, okay?"
Freddy was about to comment when the bell rang, and Wilma stood, announcing, "Cycle." The students jumped from their seats, racing haphazardly out the door into the hallways. Freddy, Elliot, Jordin, and Ruby had Art that day, considering they were supposed to have Computers Thursday, but spent it in the hospital instead.
~In the Classroom~
"Okay class," Mr. Ryaxx said, sitting on his desk, which was cluttered with jumbled piles of papers and clusters of pencils and armies of erasers at the front of the room. "Today, we're going to be learning about graffiti."
Harley raised her hand. "Isn't that the big letters spray painted on walls and stuff?"
"Well, that's what people NOW think of it as, but not exactly," Mr. Ryaxx answered. "Graffiti goes back thousands of years."
After the five minute lecture about graffiti he handed out paper and the students began their work. Most were writing their names or doing multiple letters. Elliot was pondering on what to do.
Freddy tapped his shoulder. "I have an idea."
Elliot shot him a smirk. "Is it a good idea?" he mocked.
"Very funny," Freddy said sarcastically, eyes rolling.
"I know; I'm hilarious," Elliot agreed.
"Mmhmm," Freddy mumbled. "We could use 'redrum'?"
"What?"
"Redrum. Its murder backwards."
"Really?" Freddy nodded. "I did not now that."
The burned boy grinned. "Guess I'm smarter then you, huh?"
"Oh, yes." Elliot rolled his eyes. "The fact you could ever possibly be on a higher intellectual level than me is fathomabley unlikely, and extremely implausible."
Freddy blanked. "You enjoy killing my fun, don't you?"
"Maybe..."
"You should draw murder."
Elliot shrugged. "I could go with that."
"We could put blood an' guts an' knives-" Freddy began, clapping in evil delight.
"And hook chains and chainsaws," Elliot added with a slight grin.
"I'm likin' your style," Freddy told him.
"I can't help it if I'm a little strange," Elliot said, the sadness barely evident in his tone.
"You're not strange!" A feminine voice said behind the two of them, catching their attention. Elliot turned while Freddy threw his head over the head of his chair, spotting Jordin and Ruby upside-down.
"'Sup, chickitas?" he asked in a laid- back tone.
Ruby shrugged, sitting in the empty chair next to Elliot. "Not much. You?"
"Other then the fact we were in the hospital yesterday, our lives have been terribly uneventful," the pinned boy explained.
Freddy sighed as Jordin took the seat across from him, placing her two notebooks on the table. "My life's so fucking boring, I swear; one a these days its gunna drive me insane!"
"Too late for that, Krueger!" a male voice commented from behind at the other side of the room. Most of the classroom boomed into a fit of snickers and giggles. Freddy scowled and tightly crossed his arms, trying to sink away into his chair. A sharpened pencil was thrown at his head, hitting where it was intended point- first.
The burned fourteen year old grunted in pain, rubbing the spot attacked. "Ow!" The entire other side of the room was in hysterics, and Mr. Ryaxx (unfortunately) wasn't inside.
The pencil fell to the tile floor, clanking at the impact and breaking the graphite point. While Ruby and Jordin cursed out the others as loud as they could without anyone outside the room hearing Elliot leaned down, picking up the assault weapon as Freddy growled harsh insults under his breath.
Elliot shot a glare behind him, and pegged the pencil right back, hitting Andrew in the forehead, taking him by complete surprise. He yelped, pushing his chair in case another wooden utensil was thrown, bringing his arms up into a ninja stance for defense.
He used so much momentum he incidentally fell back, the chair tipping, causing him to make a dull thud on the floor. He looked dizzy and disorientated, eyes crossed as his head spun.
Jordin and Ruby burst into an onslaught of laughter, nearly falling out their chairs themselves. Freddy didn't turn to look but grinned a bracey grin while beginning to work on his project, hearing simultaneous gasps echo throughout the room.
Most of the other students, "Ooh!" ed in a 'you just got told' tone. Kristian shot Elliot a murderous death glare, to which he responded by saying calmly, "You didn't HONESTLY believe ONE of us would throw it back, did you?"
"You FREAK! You dirty FREAK!" Caroline shrieked, being Andrew's girlfriend.
"He's not a freak, you fucking whore!" Freddy retorted venomously, jumping to his feet and spinning around to face the others with a vicious glare so fast no one had seen it.
"For once your right, Krueger," Kristian admitted. Freddy knew what was coming next, and narrowed his eyes, the pupils now mere slits due to his obscene anger.
"YOU are!"
They laughed for the umpteenth time, Andrew smirking in smugness. Elliot faintly saw what looked to be Freddy's eyes glowing a fierce neon green, unnaturally sharp teeth gritting. He looked close to an outburst, or a breakdown.
That's when the 'ending cycle' bell rang, and all the 'populars' got up, still carrying on in amusement. Some threw their heads over their shoulders, smirking at Freddy and mouthing the words 'freak' and 'loser', knowing he had lost yet again.
They hated him, despised him even. Just because he was different.
Freddy shouted in frustration, glaring burning holes at the ceiling. He'd get them, eventually, but he didn't know if he could make it until Sunday night. For him, revenge didn't have patience.
*Augh, Goddammit, I'm so bored. Review and make me happy.*
