Yaaaho! In like two weeks I'm probably going to be pretty busy with something, so I might not be able to write much for a while after that. But I don't plan on giving up this story, so please don't give up on reading it! Please review! This one has more to fit than other chapters, so it's longer than usual!
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The Random Nonsense of Rain Kisuki
Chapter 8: Painting is Even More Fun Than Matchmaking!
Hey! Sup, guys? I'm great. Of course, it isn't like you care enough to ask me how I am, right? Right! Well guess what! I don't care how you are either. Unless your in pain, or have a disease or something. Then I care. Cause I'm a nice person. Heh. Ok, well I'm sitting in the back row of -cringe- Mrs. Low's classroom, between Tala and Kai. Any other girl would have killed to have this seat, but honestly, I think sitting next to Kai is kind of scary.
Tala was talking nonstop about some movie he wanted to see (this was leading up to him asking me on a date which he knows I won't accept), and I was pretending to listen. A scantily dressed girl sat her plastic *** on Tala's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Hey baby, that was some night, huh?" she giggled seductively. His newest girlfriend. He glared.
"Go away," he snapped. Her eyes grew wide and started to water.
"B-but, Tala. Baby. Why are you mad? You didn't enjoy it?" she questioned, worried about losing her long coveted and recently gained position as Tala's girlfriend.
"I'm talking to my cute, little Renny right now! In fact, you and me are over. Hell, we never even had anything in the first place. It's pretty obvious I never liked you, and you knew that. So there's no use crying. Now leave me alone," Tala said coldly.
"You," she narrowed her eyes viciously, cornering me. "You're that tramp who's been hogging Tala, Enrique, Johnny, and Bryan all to yourself for years! Now you've even got a leash on the new student! What's so great about you!?"
"Don't you dare insult her!" hissed Tala. He's kinda scary when he's mad…
"Why not!? This whore doesn't even buy clothes! She just takes the ones she gets from her one-night stands and wears them to school! She shops by looking at the outfits other students are wearing."
"First off, unlike you, I'm still a virgin. Second, my clothes were either bought by me (in the men's department), or stolen from the guys you listed, because they're my friends," I glared at her.
"You steal from your friends?" asked Kai.
"Yes. It's a hobby." He chuckled.
"Why on earth are you friends with that slut, Tala!? She's violent, she steals, and she's not even pretty!" Damn. She makes me sound nice…
"For you're information, Rain is the most beautiful girl in the entire world! I don't need to listen to this! Rain, let's just skip class," he grabbed my arm and pulled. I stayed put.
"…Rain?" he asked, confused and worried. "You're not mad at me, right?" I rose in eyebrow.
"Why would I be mad?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.
"That is…I don't know," he sighed and shook his head. "Let's just leave."
"No."
"Huh? Why?" he asked. I ignored him.
"I have something I wanna show you and the guys, so don't get detention tomorrow, 'kay?" He shrugged, and agreed to try.
I winced when I heard a clicking sound. I hated heels in the first place, but, thanks to the V.P., now I absolutely despise them. Ms. Low click-clonked into the room, looking confident and ready to teach us. Ya know, she'll read a textbook she doesn't understand to us and expect us to learn. She turned and looked at the class. Her eyes fell on Tala. He grinned and waved at her.
"Hey! Wassup Ms. Low!?" Tala asked.
"I'm 29!!!" was her reply.
"…You're 29 and your still a virgin?" Tala asked. I smirked. Maybe this class won't be so bad after all.
"H-h-how do you know that!!!?" she asked, red in the cheeks from both embarrassment and fury.
"Lucky guess!" he laughed.
"You little brat!" she hissed. Tala gasped.
"OMG! I just had a freakin' amazing (and remotely disturbing) thought!" Tala looked like he was about to start worshiping himself.
"Care to enlighten us?" asked Kai, mildly amused.
"Mr. Takaito just can't seem to get a girlfriend with his so unsexy hair. He's a great guy, and he isn't bad looking. He's not that much younger than you too!"
"You're trying to set me up with Mr. Takaito!?" she asked, astounded. He nodded.
"Heck! Let's go there now! Oh. Wait a sec! I have to go get some people! Brb!" said Tala, speeding out of the room. I swear, that computer talk will be the death of me…On second thought, it'll be the death of him.
A few minutes later Tala comes barging in with Enrique and a green-haired girl. Wow, she's really pretty. Wonder if she's Enrique's girlfriend.
"K. Ms. Low, meet Enrique and Oliver! They're here to give you a makeover!" Oliver? She's a boy! Holy! Well…he could be Enrique's boyfriend. I've always had my suspicions 'bout him and Tala. Unless he's gay, there's something wrong with a guy who calls his best friend "Taly-baby". Hell, even if he's gay or bi or whatever, calling someone Taly-baby is just plain wrong! Sigh.
"Now all we need is a wheely chair!" chirped Enrique.
"Why do we need a wheely chair?" asked Oliver, confused.
"What the f*ck! Everyone knows you need a wheely chair to do a makeover! You spin the chair, throw stuff at the person, and once you stop spinning the chair the person's pretty!" Tala explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"…," Oliver stared, "Tala, you don't actually think that throwing things at a spinning person will make them pretty, do you?"
"Well, that's the only way to do it without surgery!" Tala pointed out. Dear God, why me?
"Mon ami, just have a seat and watch me work my magic," ordered Oliver.
"What the f*ck did he just call me!?" Tala asked angrily, referring to the 'mon ami'. I laughed.
After ten minutes of powdering, cutting, pricking and applying make up, she was done. She even had nice clothes. She actually looked pretty. Well, you know, as pretty as she'll ever get. She sighed.
"I never agreed to this. Why did it happen!? I'm going to go insane!" she cried.
"Because it's illegal for you to hit us," replied Tala matter-of-factly.
"Damn child abuse laws," she growled. I love those laws. So much.
"Go get 'im Tiger!" cheered Enrique.
"Yeah! Kick his ***!" We all stared at Tala. "I mean, uhh…ask the lucky b*stard out? Heh." Typical Tala.
"I'm not going! I've only ever talked to the man once in my life!" She yelled as Tala and Enrique pushed her out of the room.
I shrugged at skipped after them. I paused, turning around and looked at Kai, who was still sitting. I glared. He sighed and got up, following me.
"I don't get why I have to come," he complained. "Who's the hell is this Mr. Takaito anyway?"
"Remember the teacher that fell on you on the first day?" I asked, giggling a little.
"He deserves to date a b*tch like her. Damn motherf*cking, sh*tfaced b*stard," he growled.
"You know, I think you and Tala could become good friends," I laughed, referring to his rather colorful vocabulary.
"Please, don't ever suggest that again," he sighed. I pulled him by the arm, rushing so we didn't miss anything. He rolled his eyes. "Is seeing a guy refuse a date really that interesting?"
"No. But it'll be pretty interesting when she beats him up!" I chirped. He rolled his eyes once again. Ya know, at this point, I think he might have a problem concerning his eyes. Spinnyeye Syndrome. Yeah. I like that name.
We walked in the classroom just in time to see the show.
" 'Ey, Karok. Man. Dude. How's it going?" Tala started.
"Well, Tala. It was going wonderful." Heh. Wonderful.
"Was?" asked a puzzled Enrique.
"Yes. Was," he confirmed.
"And why the hell isn't it wonderful anymore!? I'll kick the *** of whoever bothers you! Where is the sorry b*stard!?" Tala looked around.
"I don't think you're that flexible."
"Karok, you don't need to be flexible to kick someone's butt. Maybe their head, but not their butt," Tala explained as if talking to a three-year-old.
"I meant…nevermind. Why are you interrupting my class? We were just getting to a pivotal point in the Edo period where– "
"Yeah, I don't care. We have great news! Ms. Low is pregnant!" Tala announced.
"Oh my! Congratulations! I wish you luck. I've never had a child, but I know that I myself was a bit of a handful. Who's the father?" said the enthusiastic teacher.
"I'm not pregn–!" she tried to say but was cut off by Tala.
"Karok! Congratulations! The baby is yours!" the whole class gasped and murmured. Mr. Takaito paled.
"T-Tala! Don't be ridiculous! Ms. Low and I would never do something like that!" he protested.
"What's that supposed to mean!?" asked Enrique angrily. "Are you saying she isn't good enough for you? That you would never do IT with her just because she's so big and ugly and no one likes her?" I started laughing and could feel Kai struggling to remain composed beside me.
"No! But I–."
"I think you two make a good couple. Get started on making that baby! Ms. Low has lots of experiences with relations so–" began Enrique.
"I'M A VIRGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!" Ms. Low roared at the top of her lungs. I wonder why. With a great personality like that, you'd think she'd be holding the guys off with a flyswatter.
"That's lovely Ms. Low," came a voice from behind me. I yelped and jumped in shock, earning a snicker from Kai, who pulled me toward him, so I wouldn't block the door. I blushed. Dear God, please make sure Kai can't hear my heart as clearly as I can.
Two large men in fancy suits stepped into the room. Stylish, sure. But it could use some sequins and glitter. And maybe neon buttons. Gosh, I could be a kick*** fashion designer.
"S-S-Superintendent Gray! I-I can explain. This is…" she tried to come up an excuse. He sighed.
"We can discuss your incapability later. Please follow us to discuss the placement of a temporary principal, while Mr. Dickenson recovers."
"You're going to keep a principal who has emotional breakdowns?" asked a dirty-blond haired boy I recognized as one of the school's biggest players.
"A great deal of this school's facilities is funded by one of Mr. Dickenson's companies." Damn rich b*stard. Can't he just leave!? I'm bored with him. I need a new victim.
"So, you're being bribed," Tala stated in layman's terms. The man nodded.
"In any case, would you please show us to a quiet place where we can discuss the matter thoroughly. Normally we would discuss such matter's in the principal's office, however…" Ms. Low sighed and led the men out of the room, giving us a look that said "I'll deal with you later."
"Bye bye~ ," teased Tala. The door slammed shut, but not before she managed to give Tala a sharp glare. Tala, Enrique, and I burst out laughing.
"That w-was hilarious!" I laughed while I wiped tears of laughter from my eyes. Even Kai was smirking a little. Mr. Takaito looked confused.
"Ok! Exactly what is going on?" he asked.
"We were trying to set you up with the V.P., but it didn't work because Tala decided to be too straightforward! Right, Tala," said Enrique bitterly. Uh oh. There's always gonna be a fight when they call each other by their names.
"What's wrong with being straightforward, you jack***?" asked an angry Tala.
"Can't you ever do anything subtly!?" replied the flustered blond.
"Oh, since you're such a freakin' expert on subtleness!" he replied sarcastically.
"Better than you!" snapped Enrique.
"No you're not!"
"Am!"
"Not!"
"Am!"
"Not!
"A–"
"Shut it!" I yelled.
"Stay out of this, Rain!" shouted Enrique.
"Excuse me!?" I asked indignantly.
"Don't you dare use that tone with my little Renny!" Tala ordered.
"Yours? Ha!" he laughed, "She obviously doesn't like you in that way! Just give up already!"
"Sh-Shut up!" snapped Tala, looking like he was going to cry.
"Why should I? You're just too stubborn to realize it!"
"Enrique!" I hissed.
"Damnit!" Tala shut his eyes tightly, tears flying of his face. He ran to the door and flung it open. Enrique ran over and caught him by the wrist.
"Sorry," he said looking down. "You're my best friend Tala. If there's anyone in the world who believes you can get Rain, it's me."
"I know. Sorry Enrique. I shouldn't have shouted at you like that," said a less discouraged Tala.
"No problem, Taly-baby! No hard feelings, right babe?" asked Enrique.
"Hell no! It's already in the past, dude," said Tala, hugging Enrique. After he pulled away he did some crazy handshake with Enrique. Riiiiiiiiing!
Looks like that period's over. I was supposed to have history with Mr. Takaito, but he is leaving for the rest of the day due to a migraine (no doubt caused by Tala.)
As a result, Mr. Hopper is watching over my class as a study hall. Kai, Bryan, and Spencer were all in my history class. Spencer was a good friend of Bryan's. He wandered between our group and a few others. Whenever we pulled a group prank he was there.
I spent some time listening to Ry-ry and Spencer talking, but grew bored quickly.
I looked at Kai, who was drawing on a piece of paper. He caught me watching and passed me my own piece of paper to draw on, along with a pencil. We spent the rest of study hall passing back and forth funny drawings that would offend many others. Even though Kai's really scary and intimidating, he can still come up with the funniest stuff you'll ever hear or see.
The bell rang, signaling it was time for us to stuff our faces with what the school called food. Nothing like cheese and sauce on cardboard to help your forget a crappy soap opera scene.
"Hey Kai," said Tala, popping up out of nowhere. How the hell does he do that!? He must have secret passageways hidden throughout the school. I'll have to investigate this one day.
"Hn?" he asked…I think. That was pretty much all Kai would say to everyone but me. Being the nosy b*tch that I am, I can squeeze a conversation out of anyone.
"Say, you're pretty cool. Wanna sit with us at lunch?"
"That depends. Are you straight?" asked Kai. I smiled a little.
"Yes! Why the f*ck does everyone assume I'm queer?" Tala replied angrily.
"Maybe the hugging. Or the pet names. Or the crying," suggested Kai.
"Or the PMS attitude," I mumbled.
"Usually all the hot guys like us are gay for some reason," replied Enrique.
"Aww…Enri-baby. You think I'm hot?" Tala cooed. I think I'm gonna be sick.
"Course! You're a sex god, baby!" he replied. They hugged.
"I can't believe I'm sitting at the same table as them…" sighed Kai. I giggled.
Once we arrived, I bought my "lunch" using the extorted money from this morning. We settled down at our table. I sat with Bryan on my right and Kai on my left. Across from me was Tala. On his right was Enrique, and on his left was Johnny. This was the usual seating arrangement, with the exception of the occasional slut that would accompany Tala, Enrique, or Johnny.
The cafeteria's tables were very long, but we refuse to share ours, forcing people to squeeze in at other tables.
"Okay, guys. Listen up. I have an announcement." The whole table stared at me in anticipation. "But I'm not gonna make it," I finished. Bryan chuckled. "At least, not in school. So I'm thinking we meet up after school at Bryan's tomorrow, so I can." They nodded.
"What about fin face over there?" asked Johnny, referring to Kai's strange but cool tattoos.
"He can come too. He already knows about it anyway." This earned a few hesitant glances.
"Would it make you guys feel better if I brought cookies?" asked Kai. This dude is convincing person. A freakin' genius.
"I like this guy! You can hang out with us from now on!" grinned Tala. Enrique nodded in agreement.
"Oh joy," said Kai sarcastically.
The rest of lunch flew by with lots of gossip and insults. Only three periods and a detention and I can go watch TV in bed with no disruptions. Crap. I have to distract three more teachers so I won't have homework. That way I can't get detention tomorrow for not doing it.
By the way, the periods for Juniors in this school go: Homeroom, Period 1, 2 and 3, Lunch, Period 4, 5, and 6. I had gym with Kai and Tala. We played baseball and I was on the team with both of them. The other team suffered complete defeat. It was so pathetic that I won't even go into the details.
Next I had science. Biology to be precise. I think I speak for most of us when I say "ewww!" Kai was the only one I really knew in this class. Well actually, I don't really know Kai, do I? No one really seems to. Except Lore.
The teacher was very nice though. Her name was Judy Tate. She's apparently the mother of Bubbles. She didn't even give us homework! She's so nice that it kinda pisses me off. But she said I was adorable the second she saw me, which definitely earned her some brownie points. But I drew the line when she suggested I meet her son. I feel kinda bad for Bubbles, but at the same time was jealous.
I felt bad because she was a little embarrassing and was his teacher. She babied him too much.
I was jealous because she loved and treasured him more than anything else, which was never the case for me in my family. The only way my parents could make me feel less wanted would be if they flat-out said "Gee honey, we should have stopped after the first child."
My last class that day was music. To my great surprise, the whole group (including Spencer) was in this class with me. God, please give this teacher strength…And Santa, please give him a new box of earplugs for Christmas.
Seeing as this was the first music class of the year, all we did was introduce ourselves and review reading music notes. Nothing worth talking about. Cause I'm too damn lazy.
So, everyone seems to have left the building, with the exception of Louise. I sat on top of a sealed paint can, various types of paintbrushes and a hairdryer beside me, waiting for Kai. The door opened. Kai walked in with two more cans of paint.
"Hey," he said placing the cans on the ground a few feet away from me. He looked at the hairdryer and raised an eyebrow. "What's with the hair dryer?"
"I saw this episode of Spongebob, where Patrick use a bicycle pump to make a paint bubble. A bike pump is too big, so I'm gonna try it with a hairdryer," was my reply. He stared for a few seconds, but his only response was a little laughter and a shake of his head in wonder.
He opened one the cans of plain, white paint and poured some in some tin pan thing. The ground had been covered ahead of time for us, so we didn't have to worry as much as Spongebob did with only a few pieces of paper there. He rolled two paint roller things in it and handed me one. I sighed, got up, and walked to the wall. I rolled it up and down in the same area for five minutes before Kai came over to me.
"Rain?" he addressed me.
"Hmm?" I asked, so dedicated that I didn't even turn around to look at him.
"You've been painting that same place for five minutes.
"I know! Look how nice and even the coat is!" I bragged. He laughed.
"But look how much you've done and how much I've done." I turned and saw 1/8 of the room white. The coat was perfect too. I pouted.
"This is stupid! What's the point in making a perfect white coat if the teacher plans to paint over it!?" I asked angrily. Kai paused and thought about it.
"You know what? I actually agree with you on that."
"Hey Kai," I said, a great idea popping into my head, "You know what's even more fun than drawing." He smirked.
"Coloring on a white wall." I grinned.
"I'll just throw the white paint at the colored spots on the wall. Go get the colored paint," I told him. He walked off. By the time I finished the wall, Kai had every color of the rainbow sat on the ground. We pried open every single own of them. We rolled up our sleeves and right before we were about to stick our hands in our color of choice I shouted to stop.
"Why?" Kai asked.
"I wanna try the paint bubble first," I whined. He laughed. Sadly the bubble failed miserably and the only thing the paint did was dry faster.
"Can we start now?" asked Kai. I nodded, but was a little disappointed.
"But leave this wall alone for now. And don't throw too much at the bottom," I ordered. He shrugged, but said he would listen.
Kai started with blue, and I started with red. We flung the paint all over the walls and soon each of us had gotten through each color. The wall looked like a bunch of flying toddlers had had a finger paint war.
"Kai! Look! I made a hand chicken thing!" He laughed. When we finished all the walls but mine, Kai asked me why we left certain areas blank. I picked up the can of red paint and handed it to him. I shrugged myself out of my sweater and put it on backwards. I stood back against the wall and posed.
"Once I have my hood up, throw the paint at me so it leaves my pose white."
"Ahh, good idea." I smiled in response and put the hood up. My plan worked perfectly. I walked a few feet over and posed differently. He used yellow this time. I switched jobs with him and threw orange and green at him.
"Only one thing left!" I said happily.
"What is it this time?"
"I wanna walk side ways on the wall. Can you push me around in a wheely chair?" He laughed again. I walked on the wall in blue and pink. It was very fun.
"Well, I'd say this room is painted!" I said in satisfaction as I admired our work. Kai didn't say anything. "Kai?" I turned around to see why he wasn't talking and was hit in the chest with purple paint. I looked at my shirt with my jaw dropped, and then back up at a smirking Kai. I dipped my hand in orange paint.
"This is war," I stated, flinging the paint at him. After ten minutes we were laughing, exhausted, and ready for a hot shower, dinner, and bed.
Kai looked down at my newly tie-dyed shirt, which was wet and plastered against my body. I blushed and he smirked.
"Shall we continue where we left off in the closet?" he suggested, or rather…stated. He pinned me up against the splattered wall. In half a minute I was much more exhausted then the fight had gotten me. After five minutes of a heavy make out session he pulled away, both of breath heavily. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"I got paint in my mouth," he stated. I giggled. That is, until he kissed me again, giving me a reason to be disgusted too. I glared. He smirked.
He moved away and started closing up the paint. Once I joined him, he decided to wash off the rollers we used in the beginning. I followed him and started helping. He stopped and started pulling paper off the ground, because the paint was dry enough that it wouldn't drip. I followed suit.
"Why are you following me?" he asked.
"I'm not good at this whole cleaning concept. I'm learning." This earned me yet another laugh. He's just full of laughs today. It's kinda creepy, but nice. After a while, we finished cleaning and exited the building at last.
"Ahh, what a long day!" I sighed, "But it was kinda fun being here all day." Kai nodded.
"Who's your ride home?" he asked.
"I leave a little over a mile from here, so I'm just walking." He frowned.
"It's too late. And don't try to say there aren't bad people just because it's a small town. Your friends and you are proof. I'm driving you." I giggled and nodded. It's only been like two days since we started hanging out, and I already can't imagine life without him. He's such a strange guy.
Holy crap. I looked around. There was only one car in the lot. I love that car almost as much as I love myself. It was a sleek, shiny, black convertible. An almost transparent shade of a mixture of blue and white formed flames along the sides. It was classic design, but with more character and uniqueness due to the color and more realistic flames.
I hopped in the car in a trance, while Kai looked quite proud of the car. He seemed satisfied with my reaction.
"Like my car?" he asked. I nodded slowly. Then another idea popped in my head.
"Kai. Can you teach me how to drive in this car?" I pleaded.
"No," he said sternly.
"But–"
"No."
"Then–"
"No."
"I was gonna ask if–"
"No."
"Kai!" I whined. He laughed.
"If what?"
"You could take me out for ice cream in this car," I finished.
"Oh great. I'm going to feel so manly going to an ice cream place in a black convertible," he sighed. I grinned.
"So that's a yes?" I asked eagerly.
"Yeah, but not tonight. I'll take you tomorrow after you're "announcement". Okay?"
"Okay!" I hugged.
"Ahhh! Rain, I'm trying to driiiiiiiive!" he swerved on the road.
"Oh! Whoops!" I pulled away.
"God, you're gonna get yourself killed one of these days. And more importantly you're gonna drag me down with you!" I giggled.
"We're at you house," he stated. I sighed. He got out of the car with me and I walked around to the other side and faced him. I stretched out my arms like I was going to hug someone. He looked a little bit surprised, but opened his arms up so I could hug him. I ran pass him and hugged the car. He started laughing, much harder than usual.
The light turned on and my dad walked out the door, only to see an extremely hot boy laughing at me while I hugged a car. Nothing strange about that, right? Every man's daughter comes home late on a school night in a hot boy's car. And it isn't as if hugging cars is uncommon, right? Well, despite this, my dad seemed pissed anyway.
"Rain! Why are you home so late!? And I heard you skipped school the other day. And…why are you hugging a car?" Rain -back from the best detention ever- out!