Next Door
Disclaimer: Don't own anything…not even a mouse….house…
Jessie: What the…
Joh: -twitches-
Jessie: You…you feeling okay? -Scared-
Joh: I want…a video iPod…-looks at Jessie hopefully-
Jessie: -Gone-
Joh: -Sulks-
Warnings: Yaoi, language and…you guessed it…plot!!! Fear the plot!!! But don't worry there is some…Ed torture…
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Ed
I tapped my pencil against my desk, slouching back in my chair as the teacher droned on and on and on and on…
You could hear the restless whispers of the students clearly but the young teacher didn't seem to notice. Or care. I sighed and exhaled deeply, blowing my long bangs out of my face. Only 20 more minutes to go and biology is over! With that thought in mind I closed my eyes, half listening to the lecture. What's the point in paying attention you already know? I could probably teach this subject better than her.
The idea of simply lying my head down and taking a quick catnap seemed appealing but before I could do so a rather painful jab in the back startled me.
I turned my head around to glare at my friend Russell. He was a few months younger than me but also a few feet higher than me as well (not that I'm short, he's just freaky tall.).
"What is it?" I hissed at him, feeling grumpy from lack of sleep.
"How'd it go?"
I scowled at him. "How'd what go?"
He rolled his eyes before choosing to glare at me. That's one thing we probably have in common, we both like to glare. "The tutoring session dumb fuck."
My scowl deepened as the images from the 'tutoring' session came to mind. "Fine. It was fine." I answered stiffly, turning back around in my seat. I ignored the next jab in my back and pretended that I was too deeply into the lecture to notice. I leaned forward as Russell continued to prod my back stubbornly, not at all fooled by my little act.
After a few more minutes of this I gave in and turned around to glare daggers at my friend. He was grinning, hand still outreached to poke me. "What really happened?" he whispered.
"Nothing! I worked with him on history." I lied easily, giving him a threatening look that dared him to question me.
He frowned. "Fine, tell me at lunch."
"I just told you!" I snapped before returning my attention back to the front of the class. I would most likely never, ever tell anyone what had happened during our so-called tutoring session…unless of course it was to testify that Envy was a psychotic rapist.
I let out an exhausted sigh. Thanks tot hat little incident yesterday Al now firmly believed that I was indeed gay and that I shouldn't try and hide it. We had spent all night discussing the issue, in which I had sincerely denied being gay. You would think that my brother would know me a little better…
Oh well…in some ways Al can be just as stubborn as me. I gave up half way through the debate, figuring it didn't matter if Al thought I was gay or not, as long as he didn't go around broadcasting how I was gay (which I'm not).
I had forced Al into swearing he wouldn't tell a living soul what he saw in our kitchen that day and he had reluctantly agreed. Of course, I had to deal with an hour-long lecture on how I shouldn't be ashamed and blah, blah, blah.
The bell rung suddenly, waking me from my musings. I grabbed my books and shoved that into my bag, hoisting it over my shoulders as I filed out of the classroom, avoiding Russell's curious gaze.
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The day had dragged by slowly so far and I still had one more period to go after lunch ended. And god was that period hell. Honors English. I had no problem with the subject itself; actually I was pretty good at it. It was the teacher. I hate having him at the end of the day. You know what I'm saying?
Like…let's say that you were having a really, really good day at school. You got back several tests that you aced, you got the girl of your dreams to smile at you, and you had no homework so far. And you only had one more period of school to go! But then your English teacher decides that he hates you and lives to make your life hell. He assigns you, and only you, several difficult homework assignments, fails you on all your tests, and keeps you after school in detention so that you can't walk home with that certain girl. You would get frustrated and, perhaps, a bit resentful. Just a bit.
Can you understand where I'm coming from?
Good.
Knowing my fate I finished up my lunch, chucking the tray in the trashcan to retreat back to my hallway corner. (1)
Really, I was sooo lucky to have been able to escape Russell before he could question me further. Frankly, I wasn't thrilled at the thought of eating my school made lunch while being pressed on the matter of if I actually worked with Envy on schoolwork or something else much more personal.
I shudder at the thought.
Glancing at my watch I noted that I still had a good ten minutes until lunch ended, leaving me with some free time. I stood up and pulled my iPod out of my bag, plugging the small white earphones in. I switched it on and shoved it in my sweatshirt pocket, trailing down the hall all the while.
I found myself humming along with the song (But it's Better if you Do) not really knowing where I was going. I closed my eyes, dragging my feet as I wandered through the numerous halls.
It wasn't until strong hands caught me by the shoulders did I snap my eyes open, out of my revere. I looked up, annoyed, only to feel my already bad mood grow ten times colder. "What do you want?" I snarled, frowning.
The green-haired boy blinked then smirked, adding pressure to my shoulders. "Nothing. You almost bumped into me." He eyed me thoughtfully before yanking one of my earphones out and placing it in his. He immediately made a face and chucked the speaker back at me. "Panic at the disco sucks."
I glowered. "Your face sucks so shove it." I slapped his hands away from me and made to walk around him, but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him.
His violet eyes were gleaming as he grinned at me. "Class doesn't start until 8 minutes…let's talk."
I glared and tugged at my arm. "What makes you think I wanna talk to you?" I put as much venom and disgust into my tone as possible, hoping he'd pick up on the hint and let me go on my merry way.
Envy pouted, bending down slightly so that we were eye-level. "That hurts me, Eddy."
"Good." I bit out, still trying to tug my arm out of his grasp. "Let me go!" I growled.
He chuckled and tightened his grip to the point where I knew he would leave bruises. I couldn't help the flinch that accompanied this action, only making him grin wider. "Come talk to me."
I sighed and reluctantly agreed, figuring he wouldn't try anything at school. With some caution I leaned against the wall beside him, eyeing him suspiciously. Luckily this was one of the emptier, less used hallways and the chances of someone seeing me talking with Envy were slim.
I glanced at Envy unsurely. He was staring up at the ceiling, rubbing his left arm slowly. His long green hair was pulled back into a ponytail today, a few shorter strands hanging in his face.
"Why aren't you skipping?" I asked him.
He spared me an amused look. "I have no where better to go today." He let his hand drop back to his side, revealing a rather large bruise on his left arm. He must have caught me staring at it for he quickly waved me off. "I got in a fight with my cousin."
I raised an eyebrow, remembering the scrawny, dark haired boy I had met previously. "He beat you up?" I couldn't help but smirk at the mental image those words produced.
Envy snorted. "I punched him for taking my chips so he pushed me down the stairs to get back at me."
"Didn't know you were so protective of your food."
He shrugged, leering at me. "I can be a bit possessive over stuff that's mine." He caressed the last word, the corners of his lips hitching upwards.
I frowned but chose to ignore the suggestion. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Our next…tutoring." He said silkily.
I stared at him. "I'm thinking of calling the whole thing off. Screw SSL hours…" I grumbled, pushing off from the wall to leave. Envy followed behind me, pouting and speaking with that mockingly seductive voice.
"Oh…but Eddy…that's so unfair to me! You're one of the top students in the school and I need someone like you to help me…for the sake of my GPA!" he simpered, hiding a snigger.
"Shut up! I know you don't give a shit about your grades so leave me alone!" I snapped, turning my music up louder. Much louder.
Apparently Envy hates being tuned out.
He poked me. "Are you listening to me?"
I turned my face away from him. If I don't look at him and I can't hear him then I can almost pretend he's not there. I sped up my pace a bit, only to have it matched with Envy's.
"Eddy." He cooed, tugging on my braid playfully.
I took in a few deep breaths to control my anger before continuing on. When would that friggen bell ring? Wow…for the first time this year I actually want 8th period to start. This is his entire fault. Envy messes up everything.
"Eddy, you can tune out my voice but you can't pretend you can't feel me.." he said in a sing-song voice. His pokes evolved into lazy traces down my arms and back, creating shivers and goose bumps.
I twisted away from him, shooting him an annoyed and revolted look. "What is your problem?" I hissed, whipping off my iPod and shoving it back into my bag. Fuck the idea of ignoring him. I actually think it encourages him.
He grabbed my wrists, yanking hard so that I stumbled forward. I yelped as I landed in his arms, pressed flush against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat through the thin black fabric of his shirt. It was a steady, clam sound. Rhythmic like a clock.
I looked up at him, suddenly feeling my last few sleepless nights hit me. He was tracing the line of my jaw with an amused smile dancing across his lips. How I wanted to punch him, knock that stupid grin off his face. I sighed softly as I pushed at his chest, trying to break free of his embrace.
He held me securely, leaning down so that his lips just brushed against mine. "I think…" he pulled me even closer to him, if possible. "…you want me…don't you?" his eyes gleamed before he captured my lips roughly, twining his fingers in my hair to pull my head back.
My eyes fluttered as I wiggled and pounded at him, kicking my feet to escape. I felt like I was suffocating…but almost…in a good way…if that makes any sense.
His tongue was in my mouth, pushing against my tongue. As his fingers tightened painfully in my hair I bit down. Hard.
He quickly withdrew, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth as he did so. I was shoved away from him so violently that I fell to the ground. I looked up, panting and wiping at my lips. I can't believe…I let him kiss me…in school…where anyone could have seen me too…
That's when I noticed how absolutely livid Envy was. Raw anger was etched into his somewhat feminine features as a deep scowl twisted his lips. He spat, looking down at me with cold fury. He reached out to me and I cringed, squeezing my eyes shut as I waited for the anticipated slap.
The bell rang, loud and shrill.
I let out a relieved sigh as Envy let his hand drop back to his side, furling and unfurling into fists. As I stood up he gave me a cool stare that clearly stated that he would get back to me on this one.
Hastily I fled the scene, knowing that for the first time this year I'd be early to Mustang's class.
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1. At my school people can eat anywhere on the 1st floor and most people grab the hallway corners to eat. Like, I always eat in a corner/bend thingy near a mirror. So that's what I meant when I said that.
Joh: That turned out okay I suppose…. Ed seems horribly OOC. I think I know where I'm going with this story now, I've got most of the plot worked out, it's just the details in between I'm having some trouble with.
Jessie: I'm sure you'll do a good job.
Joh: Yeah, I'll work it out somehow…somehow…-shifty eyes-
Jessie: Uh huh...aren't you supposed to be working on homework?
Joh: Screw the research paper...I suck at starting rough drafts. -burns research manual-
Jessie: -Frowns- That's not very mature...
Joh: Yeah well...