A.N: Finally got a chapter done for this story! Yay!
I won't ramble on to you guys, so enjoy!
CHAPTER 4:
The clock seemed to be moving at a snail's pace during French class. Flaky stared at it, bored and anxious as the thinnest arm dragged its way around the numbers. Tapping the pen in between her fingers against her desk wasn't an optional thing to do; the teacher had already demanded that she'd stop, or a detention would be arranged at break time. From the seat next to her, Flippy noticed Flaky's dire boredom and slightly nudged her arm to catch her attention. Flaky kept her eyes on the circular clock, but turned her head a bit to show she was listening.
Flippy whispered, "You know, if you don't want time to seem so slow, avoid looking at the clock." Flaky raised an eye-brow in confusion, but went with it. Flippy smirked, "Don't worry, I'm just as bored as you are."
"Flippy and Flaky! Pay attention to the board, or you'll both be with me at break time, making up for the minutes you spent slacking off." The teacher's sudden scolding pierced their small conversation. Unfazed, Flaky rolled her eyes, and Flippy slouched back into his seat. Their purple deer shot them one last scowl, before turning back to the whiteboard to continue teaching.
Quickly going back into a state of boredom when her conversation with Flippy was interrupted, Flaky tried to keep one thing and one thing only in mind; don't get excluded from this school. Discovering just how much of an annoyance it is to move into a completely new school in a new area was bothersome to even think about. Sighing, the porcupine folded her arms on top of her open book and plopped her head into them. Giggles noticed Flaky from the corner of her eye, cooked up a sudden idea, and then raised her hand for the teacher to see.
"Yes, Giggles?" He responded with an agitated sigh. The chipmunk then used the same hand to point down at the lazing porcupine, "Flaky's slacking off again, sir."
Hearing the mention of her name caused her head to shoot up immediately, "What?". The deer frowned at Flaky from across the room, "Detention at break, Flaky, no exceptions."
Petunia stifled her laughing from the seat besides her pink friend, but soon silenced them altogether when Flippy shot them a disappointed look, "Sir, give Flaky a break." Flippy objected, gaining nothing but a impatient sigh from their teacher, "Do you want to join Flaky in detention?"
Flippy shrugged his shoulders, "...do whatever you want." The teacher's gaze darkened at his disrespect, but he huffed and proceeded to do what he's payed for, "If that's what you wish, Flippy. You can both come back here after second period, and you'll be spending all break in here."
The rest of the students turned their curious focus back to the front of the room before they angered their French teacher even more. Giggles and Petunia coyly flashed Flaky and Flippy a smile with the shrug of one shoulder, to which the other two ignored and brushed off. A smile tugged at Flaky's lips when she realized that Flippy had sacrificed his free time sticking up for her. Her eyes fell onto her empty notebook, so she picked up her pen and began to scribble down the start of a more...silent conversation. As soon as Flippy noticed the notebook sliding over to his side, he glanced down at the handwriting.
'You didn't need to do that back there, you could've gone out to break!'
Without looking at Flaky, Flippy was quick to jot down a response, 'Don't worry about it. You didn't even do anything incredibly wrong. Mr. Mime is known for handing out exaggerated punishments to pupils.'
Flaky read Flippy's note and pouted in thought before writing again, 'Some teacher...but what about Lammy? Will she be alone at break?'
'Lammy normally spends her break in catch-up sessions to boost her marks, she'll be fine.'
After reading his last reply, Flaky left their note exchanging at that. Flippy shot her a quick reassuring smile, letting her know that he wasn't too fussed about losing his break. Somewhat embarrassed by his friendly gesture, Flaky shyly grinned, and then quickly turned to face the whiteboard. A grimace overtaking her smile when she noticed the never-ending paragraphs of notes and information that was to be written down. Flippy noticed her grief and silently chuckled at the girl's unhappiness and watched for a moment as she began to hastily scribble down the written work on the board.
Taking in Flippy's interest in Flaky, Petunia's jaw tensed and untensed. A small buzz of envy clenching at her chest. Flaky must have felt the skunkette's burning eyes in her direction, because the moment Flaky paused in her writing to look over at her - eyeballing the bear sat with her - Petunia instantly looked away to continue scribbling down their given work. Processing Petunia's odd gaze at Flippy, the porcupine grew fairly curious as to why she seemed so off, but saved her pondering for later on.
Facing her notebook, Flaky studied Flippy by her peripherals. She had yet to know more about the bear, just like he had to know more about her. So she hoped that their detention might make it worth their while.
...~x~X~x~...
The second period went by in a flash. Flaky's favourite: Physical education. So it had helped to lighten her mood from the overbearing gloom she suffered in her French class. When the bell wrang to indicate the student's dismissal from classes to their half an hour break time, Flaky knew where she had to be.
Making her way out off the P.E. changing rooms, Flaky only just managed to remember the way to the Foreign Language classrooms, but froze within the few hurrying people rushing to wherever as she spotted Flippy stood outside their previous classroom, conversing with what appeared to be Petunia and Giggles. Suddenly inquisitve by this, Flaky stood idly to wait at the end of the corridor.
Further inspection lead the porcupine to see that Giggles was rather infuriated, and Petunia seemed a little awkward in her stance. After a minute, the two girls departed with a share of megative expressions, oblivious to passing by Flaky, who then approached a waiting Flippy.
"What was that all about, Flippy?" The bear heard from the side of him. He turned to face the red-furred female from before. He exhaled a breath he'd held back when the other two girls came over to fill his head with stress, "It's nothing important to worry about, those two just don't know when to leave me alone."
Flaky nodded, understanding his irritation from her own first impression of the two girls, but also wondering where their pettiness comes from. Surely that isn't their attitude by choice, right?
"Ah, there you both are," Mr. Mime's French-accented voice chimed from the oppisite end of the corridor, "I'll be on duty for this break, watching over the pupils, so I'll just have to trust that you will both behave in my classroom on your own."
A tint of pink blushed across Flippy's cheeks as he comprehended his words in the wrong way. It only took one look at Flippy's heated cheeks for her to let Mr. Mime's words sink in. She scoffed in amusement at the bear's dirty humour, also blushing herself in embarrassment that he'd think in such a way.
On the other hand, the teacher was completely missing the point and was left confused by their bemusement, "...uh...whatever, just go in and take a seat each at the oppisite side of the room. Try not to converse please, or trash my room-"
"Sir, we aren't 12-year-olds, your room will be fine." Flaky interrupted. Mr. Mime's brow twitched, "A-Alright then. So, half an hour in here, and I'll be locking the door to make sure of it."
With that, Flaky and Flippy entered their French classroom sitting at a desk either side of the room as instructed. But as soon as the click of the lock was heard, Flaky was quick on her feet to perch herself on the desk in front of Flippy's to face him.
"So. Now that teach is gone we can chat a little!" The porcupine beamed at the bear, smiling sweetly. He smirked, folding his arms behind his head and sitting back, "Alright, what do you wanna talk about?"
Flippy watched as she pondered, pouting her lips like she tended to do when in thought. Petunia and Giggles instantly flashed in her mind, "What's the deal with those two girls? The moment they laid eyes on me their faces just...twisted."
Although he did want to be honest with Flaky, Flippy didn't want to spill the full story behind their spite towards Flippy. Or at least any other girl around Flippy. They were all too cautious over Flippy ever since the event that never ceased to spiral in his head whenever he was around Giggles and Petunia, and he'd rather not explain it to a girl he'd just met; and taken an undeniable liking to at the same time. Thus, he pushed aside the truth and covered it up with something credible.
"Oh, Giggles and Petunia? Well, they're just unfriendly to a lot of girls, especially new ones," Flippy started. Flaky tilted her head, wondering what makes them act in such a way towards other girls. When Flippy continued, she soon found out why, "They also tend to compare themselves with other girls, and if there's anyone they think is better than them, then that girl's likely going to get the shit end of their stick. And let's not lie about how pretty you are, Flaky."
Taken by surprise, Flippy's words caused Flaky's ears to perk. Did he just call her pretty? She blinked and looked at him, blushing imensely at his boldness, "You...think I'm pretty?"
Flippy chuckled and grinned at her question, "Well I'm not going to lie about it, you are. And you're different, which is something that's difficult to come across in this dump of a school."
The confidence in his gaze didn't help to cease her blush, and she then had stumble for words to say, "U-uh...well...th-thanks." He would've grinned wildly at the change in her attitude that he had incited by simply complimenting her, but only smiled to ease her from anymore embarrassment.
Flaky quickly brushed off the bear's compliment to ask another itching question, "Oh, I aslo wanted to ask why I caught that skunk giving you the eyeball during French today?" Flippy swallowed hard at her question, having no idea how to answer. Tell her their past? Or lie?
"Eh...I dunno, she's never really liked me that much, and it's the same with Giggles." He meekly responded, gazing up at the ceiling lights, noticing one that started to flicker and spark. Flaky narrowed her eyes at the uncertainty in his answer, but avoided the urge to quizz him about it.
The two of them were sat in silence for the rest of the time being. Flaky remained sat on the desk in front of Flippy's, thinking back to him openly calling her pretty out of nowhere. Flippy, however, couldn't take his worried eyes off the seizuring cylinder bulb in the light pannels of the ceiling.
You'd better hope that bulb doesn't do any more than flicker, Flippy, or you know what'll happen next...
Evil's husky voice wrung around Flippy's skull menacingly. But Flippy knew he was right; one sudden trigger and his alter ego will break out. Flippy didn't even want to think about what Flaky would do, and how she would react when she finds out about his mental illness. He especially refrained from even assuming what Evil would do to Flaky if he took over.
Flicker...spark...flicker...spark...pop.
The fuse blew out, burtsing the bulb. The shatter of the glass striking the floor and desks below caught both their attention, but it sharply penetrated his ears, causing a loud buzz of noise to echo over his hearing. He began to pant as his breath soon quickened, and then grunted heavily as it shortened. Flaky watched in worry as the bear began to painfully clutch his head.
"What's wrong...?" She quietly asked. Flippy tried to force out his struggled words, "Go...hide! Leave!"
Hide? Leave? Flaky wasn't sure what to think or do. She wanted to help him with whatever was paining him so, but the harshness in his deepened voice told her otherwise. She wasn't, however, going to leave him and hide. Besides, there was no getting out of a locked classroom. So after mustering her courage to try and comfort him, Flaky stepped down from the table to walk around to his, and then timidly rested her hand on his shoulder.
"Are you...okay?" She lightly asked. Recieving no reply, she tried again, "Flippy...what's wrong with you?"
Flippy's shaking soon stilled, along with his throat-sore heavy breathing. Then without a warning, the pale green bear shoved away her hand, errupting a small yelp and a jump from an offended Flaky. Before she could angrily retort at his action, Flippy stood up - revealing a questionable change in features. His eyes were no longer a pleasant green, they were now a neaseating tone of chartreuse. His brows remained stuck in a threatening frown, and his canines had dangerously sharpened.
Flaky's eyes widened in horror and disbelief. What just happened? Flippy went from being calm and collected to agitated and, for some reason, unexplainably hurt. Her stomach knotted up with discomfort as his new eyes drank up her appearance, a cruel smile slowly tugging at his lips. Flaky would have taken a step back as he drew himself closer, but being wedged inbetween two desks with him didn't give her the chance.
Displeased with Flippy's obnoxious change, Flaky put her guard up. Something she didn't think she'd need to do around someone as kind as he was, "What's your problem, Flippy?" She pushed her hands against his chest to prevent him from invading further into her personal space, but that only seemed to widen his sickening grin.
"So you must be Flaky? I've been hearing so much about you from Flippy." Evil spoke. The differing tone of his voice boggled Flaky's mind, leaving her to question if this was actually Flippy she was squared up by, "Is this some kind of sick joke you like to pull?!" Flaky dubiously quizzed, a sudden wave of anger growing within her. She didn't know what had happened to Flippy for him to abruptly look and act so strangely, but he didn't seem to take in her obvious demand for answers.
Evil's grin subsided into a smaller smile, realising that his existence within Flippy had still been kept a secret, "Not at all...Flippy hasn't told you about me yet, has he?"
"What the hell is this all about Flippy? You're starting to piss me off!" Flaky'd had enough of his head-games, and forcefully shoved the taller bear out of her face. Evil cooed tauntingly at her courage, "Looks like I've found myself a tough little girl! What are you gonna do to me now babe? Pun-"
Punch. Flaky certainly did punch him. Square in the face, and it succeeded in stunning Evil for a short amount of time. Shocked, the sadistic alter ego held onto his sore, bleeding nose, gawking at her in utter amazement. It'd been a while since Evil had tasted his own blood, and practically forever since a girl had fought back against his cruelty.
Keeping her fists clenched, Flaky stood ready and waiting for Flippy to make another dumb move. However, Evil wasn't quite done toying with the porcupine, "You know, Flaky, you might just be my new favourite girl."
Flaky snarled in irritation; seeing that her punch hardly inflicted any pain only made her want to punch the bear even harder. But when she swung her fist once more, Evil was too quick to miss it, and managed to catch it in his grip before it could reach his face. With a smirk plastered on his face, Evil teased her hand in his, threatening to almost crush it as he squeezed her smaller hand in his palm. Flaky winced in pain as he suffocated her clenched fist.
"Are you going to apologise for punching me? Or do you have anything else in store?" Evil chuckled, a hintful tone to his voice. Flaky scowled at him, attempting to use her free hand to pry his hand from her other, but to no avail. Instead, Evil grabbed her other arm by the wrist, to which she now struggled to escape.
The more Flaky strained to force Evil away from her, the more Evil pushed her arms back. Eventually, she was left hopeless against the table under his crazed gaze.
"I think I'm starting to understand Flippy's fancy in you, Flaky, we both love the fight in a girl." Evil whispered into her ear. Tiring under Evil's pressure against her pushing arms, Flaky gave up and untensed, huffing in distress, "Get the fuck off of me." With that, she swiftly raised her knee using whatever engery she still had, until it collided with the bear's most sensitive asset, errupting an agonizing grunt from Evil.
But to Flaky's displeasure it didn't faze the bear as much as she intended it to, and he remained in place keeping her restrained underneath him. Evil coughed up trapped air a few times, before laughing out, "That was very uncalled for Flaky!"
His grip on her wrists tightened, and Flaky clenched her teeth, desperate for an escape and the nicer Flippy to come back. She turned her head to look at the clock; half an hour was almost up, meaning Mr. Mime was going to come back and find them like this - pinned mercilessly underneath an insane bear with a badly bleeding nose. So seeking a solution to knock some sense into Flippy, she stared into his eyes. Evil soon stopped laughing when her gaze hooked his attention. But as soon as he lost focus on keeping her arms at bay, Flaky was quick to act with the advantage and shoved him to the side, resulting in him hitting the ground with a loud thud.
Flaky shot a warning look down at Evil, who only managed to glare at the porcupine, "Never drop your guard for a second, Flippy."
...~x~X~x~...
As the bell sounded, students slowly started to make their way to their next class. Along his travels, Mr. Mime was greeted by Lammy, whom had rushed to find him to ask about Flaky and her brother.
"Those two are nothing but a pair of slackers, Lammy, you ought to teach your brother and your new friend a lesson or two." The teacher commented. Lammy shrugged, unsure of what to say, but curious about what happened in their French lesson.
At his classroom door, Mr. Mime fiddled through the many keys on his keyring to dig out the right one. Lammy waited with him, awaiting to see the two locked behind the door in detention. But as she curiously peeked through the window, past the many signs and papers tacked to it, her eyes widened in shock.
"Uh, sir?"
"What is it, Lammy?" Mr. Mime said, finally holding the right key in his fingers, ready to unlock the door. Lammy hesitated for a while, but soon responding as the deer grew impatient, "I think they're both fighting."
The door was instantly forced open, drawing the attention of both Flippy and Flaky. Seeing the state they were in infuriated Mr. Mime, but Lammy only sighed and face-palmed. After the several punches and scratches from Flaky, Evil was soon knocked back into the depths of Flippy's head, allowing the real bear to gain control. Unfortunately for him, the raging porcupine hadn't noticed the change in his eyes as she was too busy strangling him.
"FLAKY! Get your hands away from his throat this instant!"
Mr. Mime's booming voice manged to shake Flaky from her fit of anger, and she finally looked down into Flippy's eyes - noticing that the dirty-yellow colour had been replaced by the familiar, olive green ones.
"What the he-"
"Both of you to the principle's office! Now!"
A.N: Flaky's finally found out about Evil, and do I sense a hint of flirting from Flippy? Eh, likely.
Sorry if this seemed a little rushed, I was dying to get a new chapter up, so I had to do it alongside my piles of courswork. But the next chapter will be much better and longer! Promise~!
Anyways, let me know what you think please guys and gals. Thanks to any followers and fav'ers! Also, feel free to leave me some ideas for the plotline, I'd love to hear some :3
Now to work on some other stories XD
~Loli
