Lighting Paper Flowers On Fire
The next period in my day of hell, had been English. I had come to a very depressing conclusion about English. I was going to hate it! I'm not just being Emo because the beginning of my day had sucked, no, this class spoke about its suckiness loud and clear. It's also not like I hate reading or anything. I love reading, not as much as Cloud, but he's another story. No, the course material had nothing to do with my complete loathing for the class; it was the people I had been stuck with. First there were Sora and Riku. Outside of school, sure, I loved them. But in school, they were complete nightmares. Sora spent the whole class either asking really stupid questions, or talking to Riku, really loudly. And Riku spent the whole time glaring at anybody who looked like they were about to ask Sora to shut-up. And then there were the 'Loser-Squad', as I had dubbed them. I mean, come on! Who had gangs these days? I mean sure, you had groups of friends you hung out with. But these guys had a gang Name, each of them had catchphrases or something that was their signature and each of them had code names. And they were all really weird looking, well except for one, who was all too familiar too me. It was beyond lame, but lucky me, there happened to be 5 out of 12 of them in my English class. And lucky me again, one of them seemed to be a new member, he also happened to be my brother.
I shot Demyx a glare and he gave me a sheepish look before shrugging and continuing to talk to Zexion, who also seemed to be a member. Even though some of them seemed way too old to be second years, apparently, according to the really annoying gossip I had been stuck next to, they didn't really care much about grades, and so they kept being held back, same as Demyx. I snorted at her comment but noticed the one playing with a lighter watching us, so I shushed her and tried to pay attention. No way did I want to get on the bad side of these guys. Though lame, they were imposing. I mean sure Demyx would stick up for me, but that would only go so far. One was so beefy he barely fit on the chair, and he spent the whole class shuffling a deck of cards. And I did not want to get on his bad side.
So we had the sound of Sora's incessant talking, the shuffling of cards, Demyx and Zexion flirting (though both unaware probably), one playing with a lighter and the other one making paper flowers. I swear I almost burnt the cards and the flowers, and bonked Demyx's and Zexion's heads together. Not to mention what I wanted to do to Sora. It took a lot of effort. But the pain I knew I would experience because of it didn't seem worth it.
When I stepped out of the room for a moment to use the washroom, the quite in the hallway made me feel deaf. How was I going to deal with that amount of noise for a year! The teacher wasn't even saying anything. He was just drowning on about Shakespeare while writing notes on the board. I growled softly, wanting to rip my hair out, and made my way down the hallway, searching for a bathroom. I banged through the door with a stick man painted on the front and gasped at the scene that met my eyes. There were the two from the Art period this morning making-out on the counter-top. The two BOYS, the one with silver hair and the one with blue hair. The silver haired one had been hoisted onto the counter and the one with the blue hair was between his legs. And the blue haired one was sucking on the silver haired one's neck. And the silver haired one was moaning.
"Ugh, Saix" The sound of his voice made me blush and run out of the bathroom, not bothering to leave quietly, since my entrance hadn't disturbed them either. What the fuck was up with this school? I groaned and ran down a random hallway before slamming my back against a wall and sinking to the floor. It wasn't that I was disturbed by the scene I had just witnessed, it was that I wasn't. That was the problem. I was actually, excited... I had found it.. Hot? And know I was wondering. What did that mean? I shook my head, not wanting to believe that such a small thing could make me question what I thought I knew about myself, and got to my feet, making my way back towards my classroom. I didn't know what any of today meant, or what else was going to happen, but I did know that I was really longing for my bed right now.