Author's Note: Hery Everyone, sorry for the wait with this chapter, but I can promise you it was worth the wait, it's the 'Boris-drops-a-globe-on-his-head' chapter, lol.
Enjoy.
Chapter Six
Of course, I did find out what she was up to all day Sunday on Monday morning at the breakfast table when Dad choked on his morning coffee as he read the front page of the New York Times before, once he had gotten over his coughing fit, giving a great sigh. Before I could ask what it was that had caused his choking, Dad was handing it to me to read it.
"City-Wide Busboy Strike," I read out-loud before leaning back in my chair and reading the full article, sighing as I read.
"Well, at least they've finally got the story right this time." I said as I handed the Times back to Dad.
He nodded before shaking his head again as he drained his coffee.
"Well, now we know what your sister's been up to, these past couple of days."
"Yup." I said I said as I sipped my own coffee.
Dad left the kitchen after that and I heard him and Mom calling goodbye to Lil, Maya and me. Lil came into the kitchen after they left, a smug smile taking up her whole face, it growing all the more smug when she noticed the Times laying on top of the kitchen table.
"Pretty good, huh." She said to me with her sickeningly smug grin.
I just rolled my eyes back at her.
"You're just jealous." She replied tartly, causing me to snort.
"Of what, Lil?"
"That I'm making a difference in the world."
"And that should cause me to be jealous of you because, Lil?" I asked and she looked back at me with narrowed eyes, trying to figure out whether or not I was making fun of her.
And I left her to figure that out as I got up, placed my coffee mug, bowl and spoon into the dishwasher before heading back for my room until it was time to go down to be picked up by Mia's limo.
Getting into Mia's limo it was obvious Mia was still angry, though who she was angrier with, Lil or me, it was hard to tell. Though it seemed Lil was receiving Mia's full on glare, while I was simply being ignored.
I fought back a sigh, though I was glad that I wasn't the one on the receiving end of Mia's glare. I honestly don't know how Lil could sit so calmly under it, but then she was off in la-la land at the moment.
"Talked to Boris, yet?" Mia growled and I fought back yet another sigh. So much for her taking my advice of simply staying out of Lil's and Boris's issues.
I glanced towards Lars who simply shook his head as if to say 'let the girls be, they'll sort it out themselves without our interference'.
So with a reluctant sigh, I sat back and simply watched.
"You should have been there yesterday, Mia," Lil gushed, completely ignoring Mia's question about Boris, which of course, upset and angered Mia more, "On the march on City Hall, I mean. We had to have been a thousand people strong. It was totally empowering. It brought tears to my eyes, seeing the people come together like that to help further the cause of the working man." Lil finished breathlessly, a wide grin completely taking up her whole face again.
Mia, however, didn't look impressed by what Lil was saying.
"You know what else brought tears to someone's eyes?" Mia asked her pointedly. "You making out in the closet with Jangbu. That brought tears to your boyfriend's eyes. You remember your boyfriend, BORIS, don't you, Lilly?" Mia growled.
Yeah, and do you remember yours, Mia? I couldn't help but think.
Lil however was too busy looking out the window at all the flower that NYC park employees have planted, fully grown, during the middle of the night, muttering, oh so innocently, "Oh look, Spring has sprung."
I swear if looks could kill, Lil would be six feet under what with the look Mia was giving her.
I glanced at Lars who took a drink of his coffee innocently. Should have figured who was giving Mia death glare lessons. I swear by the time Mia comes to her throne, she will be one not fun Crown Princess to mess with. In fact, I'm pretty sure it be something close suicidal if you even tried.
I somehow managed to keep my glum mood from being detected by Judith, Paul and Felix, though in truth, I doubted that the three of them would have noticed it even if I hadn't been trying to hide it, too busy they were wrapped in their love triangle.
It was actually something of a relief, to not have the three of them bugging me about my relationship with Mia for once. Not that I'm saying I'm not grateful for all that they've done to help me. You know, helping me to actually build up the guts to get together with her and also helping me to be a good boyfriend to her. I am. I seriously am. I don't know, no I know, I would never (ok maybe not never, but it would have taken me a hellova lot longer) have gotten together with Mia without all their help.
But that doesn't mean I like spilling my guts to them about every aspects of my relationship with Mia and I'm pretty sure that if I told them that my fight (if it is classed as a fight at all.), our first ever fight, was about PROM, they'd laugh at me for weeks and call me an idiot and probably, actually talk me into going, even though I know for a fact that neither Paul or Felix are any more keen on going to the damn prom than I am.
But anyway, getting back to their love triangle, I honestly don't know how much longer of this the three of them can take. They're not fighting, but their also not doing anything, its just gotten to this awkward silence stage where I'm having to fill it with mundane chatter. And you all know how hugely talkative I am.
Just seven more days until we graduate, I thought and felt a whole new wave of relief was through me.
I thought G&T was going to be a relief, a break in the day of awkward tension that I've had to suffer through for the last four periods.
I was so happy to just be away from my three best friends that I almost forgot that Mia was mad at me, though overall I don't know what about, and that Lil and Boris were on the verge of breaking up.
Not that I forgot for long, I discovered grudging that while I had escaped one awkward, tension filled situation, I had happily walked into another without even knowing that I had.
Dammit, Lil!
The tension that filled the G&T room simply because Boris wasn't playing his damn violin could be cut through with a knife.
I had to put my headphones on as I worked to simply fill the ugly silence of the room with noise. Never before, would I think I would actually miss the sound of Bartok!
The whole feeling of the room was awkward and tense, even those who didn't even know what had happen at Mia's party could pretty much guess, what with Boris not playing his violin and was instead, was sitting in the back corner of the classroom by the old world globe that's apparently been here since the AEHS first opened (I think the story behind it (and it's not an overly interesting story either, just a bit of useless trivia about the school.) was that it was a gift from the then Mayor, that he gave to AEHS because he had enrolled his daughter here, some many years ago.), his head buried against his crossed arms as he hunched over the table.
Ye-ah, he so was not dealing with this whole situation well.
A new wave of irritation and anger towards my sister flooded me.
Why couldn't she just put him out of his misery and break up with him already, instead of simply leaving him hanging as she currently was.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mia fidgeting from where she was sitting beside my sister, her eyes flickering from Lil to Boris to the door of the classroom then back to Boris. She was gnawing heavily upon her lower lip as if she was facing some kind of indecision.
She was desperate to do something, to help Boris in someway. And even though there are times that the two of them don't get on, for which I blame Lil for more than the two of them, since she has this bizarre habit of pitting the two of them against each other. But even so, Mia still wanted to help him and it was obviously killing her that she couldn't.
I frowned slightly when I noticed her eyes beginning to widen in obvious distress, her mouth opening as if to say something, only for words to fail her, so that her mouth simply formed an 'o' as she stared, transfixed, at the back of the room.
I looked there and almost immediately rolled my eyes when I saw what she was seeing.
So much for taking my advice about doing nothing and to let Lil figure out her mistake by herself, I thought in exasperation.
I didn't bother paying all that much attention to what Boris was spilling out to my sister. I mean, I don't take any pleasure from watching my sister rip into someone and basically leaving them, metaphorically speaking, for dead.
Though, in saying that, I did start paying attention when I once more glanced over to where Mia was and saw that her eyes had gone from distressed and wide to simply looking completely horrified at whatever she was seeing. Even Lil looked somewhat startled.
I looked to where they were looking and felt my mouth drop.
Aw, come on, you have got to be kidding me!
I took off my headphones as I watched in disbelieve as Boris lifted the big, heavy globe above his head, saying in a strangled (not surprising since that thing weighs a ton!), very un-Boris voice, " Lilly. If you don't take me back, I will drop this globe on my head." And he had the damn thing OVER HIS HEAD as he said this.
Another look at Mia and I saw that she was half way out of her chair as if she thought that if she moved fast enough she could stop him from doing just that, while my darling sister simply looked at him with disgust, so not helping, and replied, her disgust at him, filling every word, "Go ahead. See if I care."
Can I kill her now, please?
Though it was obvious that Lil's words had shaken Boris's resolve to drop the damn thing upon himself, like he had finally clicked that, 'hey, dropping a globe upon my head is hardly the best way of winning my girl back, besides it's a completely stupid thing to do!' or something along those lines. Whatever it was, he seemed to have finally clued in that his current handling of the situation hardly the best or brightest way of dealing with it.
Sadly, that didn't save him from what happen next. Just as he was beginning to bring the globe down from above his head, it slipped from between his hands.
I'm pretty sure that it was accidental, if the startled look that crossed Boris's face before the globe conked him on the top of the head was anything to go by.
I guess this would be what my parents would call a self-filling prophecy; saying something that you're going to do, but not really planning or wanting to actually do it, but because you're thinking about doing it so much, you accidently on-purposely do it or make it happen.
Which is exactly what happened to Boris.
The globe hit his head with a sickening hollow thunking noise that made everyone in the classroom cringe in sympathy with Boris as the thing bounced off his head and crashed to the classroom floor.
Fuck!
Boris didn't make a sound from when the globe hit, in fact, I thought he was simply going to faint then and there, which probably would have been kinder, I'm sure, if he simply had. Instead he staggered about, causing people he came near to bolt… away from him.
We might be geniuses, but god we can be a selfish, useless bunch when a situation calls for us to help our fellow human being out.
Thinking that, I rose from my chair, starting towards him, just as Lars rushed out of the classroom, calling for Mrs Hill.
I guess the most surprising reaction that occurred during this, beside Lil's, who sat there, with hands clapped to her cheeks, eyes wide and her whole face pale as snow, looking at Boris in horror, was Mia.
At first, I thought that she had frozen too, like nearly everyone else in the room, but after a moment, she seemed to shake herself, standing up from her chair, pulling off her school sweater as she did so, flashing more stomach then I know she meant to (if it were any other situation then this, I would have simply been sent into a gaga state from that flash of so much of skin.) stalked over to Boris, grabbed his shoulder and ordered him, in calm but very direct voice that meant to be followed to sit down. Which Boris did promptly, sinking down into the nearest desk, shivering.
"Move your hands!" Mia ordered him, in the same strict tone. Again, Boris was prompt to do as she had commanded.
Once Boris's hands were clear from his head, Mia placed her wadded up sweater against the top of his head, stopping the bleeding from where the globe had hit his head.
For a moment I simply stood there, staring at her in disbelief… or maybe that's the wrong word, amazement maybe? Either way, I was proud of her. She had responded to the situation while none of us 'supposed' geniuses had.
As I came down to crouch in front of Boris, I could hear great sobs suddenly erupting from Lil somewhere behind me and I could hear a lot running footsteps, but I forced myself to ignore it all, to focus all my attention upon the trembling, miserable kid before me.
So in the soothing voice that I've learnt of the years from my parents, from when they've received late-night calls from patients who have gone of their medication for whatever reason and are now threatening to do wild, stupid, dangerous things, I said, "It's going to be all right. Boris, you're going to be all right. Just take a deep breath. Good. Now take another one. Deep, even breaths. Good. You're going to be fine. You're going to be just fine."
I kept repeating all this over and over again, until he was doing what I was saying and the school nurse had come to stand by our side, inspecting the wound that Boris had inflicted upon his head by means of a dropping globe, which was spinning lazily around nearby before it finally came to rest upon the country of Ecuador most prominent.
"Come along, young man. Let's go to my office." The school nurse said in a slow, calm tone after she was done inspecting his head, where she hastily had Mia press her sweater back down upon the wound.
It must be bad, I thought because even though the school nurse sound calm and confident, her eyes were worried and she was in an obvious hurry to get Boris to her office.
Boris, at first, tried to stand and walk there by himself; only it was quickly proven that he couldn't, since his legs gave out on him the moment he tried to stand, this happening because of either the blow he had sustained to the head or because of the fact that he has hypoglycaemia or possibly both.
So it was decided that Lars and I would help get him to the nurse's office, half-carrying him, half-supporting him as he staggered along, with Mia walking with us, her sweater still placed firmly against his head.
I know I shouldn't be, as her brother for one thing, be pleased to see just how pale Lil was as we pass her by as we left the G&T room. She looked quite ill, like she was sick to her stomach. I know as her brother I shouldn't be happy about that, but personally I couldn't help but think that it served her right.
The school nurse kept Lars, Mia and I sitting outside her office as she filled out an incident report about what had happened.
She called Boris's mother after she had settled Boris on to a bed in the sick bay, saying that while the cut in his head isn't too deep, he'd probably need stitches and possibly a tetanus shot.
I thought Boris was going to faint when he heard that, going somewhat yellow in the face.
When she finally came out to say that we could go, she turned to Mia who had spent the whole time that we were waiting writing in her journal about what had happen.
How do I know? Well it's pretty obvious that she would be writing about that, but truthfully I snuck a look over her shoulder as she was writing and read a couple of paragraphs. I know, I'm a terrible boyfriend, but in my defence, so was Lars! He was sitting on her other side and he was reading her journal just as much as I was.
Anyway, the nurse complimented Mia on her quick acting during the whole Boris incident. That if she hadn't acted as she had, Boris could possibly be a whole lot worse.
I felt a swell of pride bubble threw me as I watch Mia's face grow redder and redder with the continual shower of praise that the school nurse was giving her.
She praised us (Lars and me) too, but really, it was Mia who had reacted the best to what had happen, who had done what needed to be done without any thought at all. She deserved all the praise that she received and more.
"You're the princess, aren't you?" the nurse asked after a bit and Mia's already red face turned even redder as she ducked her head down, so that her hair covered her faced and very demurely replied that yes, she was.
We were allowed to leave after that, only for us to then be stopped by Principal Gupta, who wanted to know our side of what had happened so that she could inform the School Board, only when we finally allowed to leave her office, she seemed to have decided to simply to inform the Board that Boris had had a nervous breakdown because of the pressure he was feeling from his music and exams and stuff like that, instead of the real story of him cracking because my selfish sister went off and made out with a guy right in front of him, basically, and he wasn't dealing with her breaking up with him because of it.
"Tell the truth. Did Boris seriously lose it and try and to kill himself by stabbing himself with a protractor?" Felix asked as he and Paul caught up to me during our gym period (Paul moved into our gym period this term).
"No." I said as I absently minded bounced a basket ball from one hand to the other.
"Told you." Paul said to Felix, who simply scowled back at him before sighing.
I fought back my own sigh as I quickly said.
"No, he seriously lost it and tried to kill himself via dropping a world globe on to his head."
They both looked at me in disbelief.
"A globe?" Paul said slowly to make sure he had heard me right.
"Well, if you're going to kill yourself, you might as well be original about it." Felix said as if that explained everything.
Paul rolled his eyes at him and I felt myself squirm in discomfort.
There was going to be a fight, and soon. I just prayed that it didn't come to blows, because not only will Felix wipe the floor with Paul, he'll rotor-repolish it as well.
I sighed; this was going to be a long week.
My day seriously didn't improve after that.
Mia wasn't talking to me, for whatever reason, something that came quite apparent after my sending her something like four emails tonight and receiving no reply for any of them.
My two best friends are fighting over my third best friend who has returned to simply sticking her head in the sand and pretending that none of what is going is actually going on. She's ignoring all three of us, her head constantly buried in a book.
And my sister is continuing to be a psychotic, little freak, who is proceeding to act like what happen to Boris today was nothing more than a big joke and had absolutely nothing to do with her.
Ye, Gods, Graduation and Summer Break can not come quick enough!
Author's Note: Just a heads up, I'm almost finished with book five, simply have to write up Friday and the Bum Bum Bah! Prom (Ok, and Michael's graduation.) and then I'm done.