Chapter 5
"Don't be worried, class! The poem you're writing is an expression of yourself and your personality, so there's no right or wrong way to do it. Just...be creative!" Mr. Galloway smiled hesitantly at the students, who were ignoring him and talking amongst themselves. "Yes," he said, voice trailing off, "Don't feel too overwhelmed...never mind." He sat back down in his chair, pulling out a brown paper bag and taking a swig from the contents inside.
Trent absentmindedly chewed his pencil, which had been bitten so much within the past 45 minutes that it now resembled a dog's toy. Poetry – to put it bluntly, he sucked at it. He glanced up from his blank paper to the other students near him – nobody else even had their notebooks open. Taking this as an invitation to do the same, Trent sighed and dropped his pencil to his desk.
Angie, assigned to the desk next to him, sighed and dropped her pencil as well – however, unlike Trent, she had finished her poem already.
Trent glared. "What the – Why did you do it so fast? You know we can work on it at home, too."
Angie looked up at him, startled and slightly frightened by the bully. "Oh, um..." she giggled nervously, fingering the ends of her hair. "I need lots of time to study for my math test – my mom said she had high expectations of me," she answered. Her finger twisted in her hair tighter.
"Hey, wait," said Trent, squinting at her. "Did you change your hair or something? You usually wear braids." It was down and loose.
Angie giggled and turned pink, looking away shyly. Trent raised his eyebrows at her reaction but said nothing. He glanced at the clock – 10 minutes until the end of class; might as well pack up his stuff.
Trent had a notebook and a pencil. He closed his notebook and stuffed his pencil into the spiral binding. "Done," he stated.
"Hey, that's my pencil, remember?" Angie protested. "I need it back."
"Oh." Trent had forgotten he borrowed it to take notes. He pulled the pencil back out and handed it to her. Angie stared at it, holding the object gingerly in between her fingers, mouth twisted into an uncharacteristic grimace. "What did you do to it?"
Trent grinned sheepishly. "Heh...don't worry about it, baby. I'll make it up to you." Angie's eyes widened and she let out her signature giggle for a third time. Trent couldn't say he liked it very much, but it didn't matter – Angie was pretty cute otherwise. He silently watched her as she put her loose paper and pencils away carefully, hair falling over her face. It was weird, not like her to change it. However – if she got rid of her glasses, she'd definitely be hot, Trent could honestly say.
"Your staring is creeping me out!" Angie said, smiling. "What's up?" The bell suddenly rang before Trent could answer – he boldly grabbed her hand and pulled her out into the hallway with the other students crowded around them. Angie hesitantly wrapped her fingers around Trent's hand as well.
They started strolling in the direction of Angie's locker on the other side of the school, students noisily talking, bullying little kids, and opening their lockers nearby.
"Soo..." Angie began, filling up their personal silence. "Did you hear that supposedly there was a jock kissing another boy the other day? I don't know if I can believe it, though..."
Trent snorted. He knew all too well it was true; Trent may have been a bully, but he wasn't nearly sadistic enough to ruin Kirby's entire high school life by spilling their secret.
"Who told you that?"
"Oh...well, Christy," Angie said, embarrassed. "She said that Constantinos said that he could of sworn it was a jock, but he wasn't sure." She giggled. "Well, Constantinos does tend to get vengeful sometimes, maybe he made it up to pay back the jocks for harassing him as the school mascot..."
Ha-ha. Consta-something kid. Trent guessed he might've had the opportunity – but everyone took Christy's rumors with a pound of salt, and knew that the mascot – who Trent had not realized was Constantinos until now – did have a grudge against all jocks, including Kirby.
Trent's thoughts shifted to the little jock. How was the guy coping after that kiss? Trent grinned. Probably terribly.
"Um, so, here we are!" Angie smiled, unsure of what to do with herself and Trent's hand. Trent looked up, snapping out of his thoughts.
"Wait – before you put your books away..." Trent leaned in slightly. "Maybe I should make up for that pencil, with a kiss."
Angie blushed but pulled away. "I really like you, Trent – but I don't think I should," she said quietly.
"Aw, why not? Don't be shy."
"Well, I just don't think you're someone who could focus only on one person. It'd be...difficult being with you," she replied.
Trent frowned. "It's just a kiss," he said. Angie let out a nervous giggle while Trent shrugged. "Well, whatever – It's not like I was planning on a serious relationship or anything anyways."
Angie's smile slowly slid off of her face. Trent, oblivious, winked and simply said "I'll see you later, babe!" before strutting off to the cafeteria.
There was no fucking way in hell Trent was going to eat Edna's food; he grabbed a banana like most of the other students and sat down next to Troy and the other bullies.
Troy was staring at the table in deep concentration, uneaten apple held at his side. Trent raised his eyebrows and waved a hand in front of his unwavering gaze. "You still with us, man?"
"Huh?! I am SO not confused!" Troy blurted, blinking his eyes rapidly. Trent and the other bullies chuckled while Troy shook his head from side to side.
The cafeteria slowly but surely filled up with the other cliques as well as the non-clique students, all sitting down at their unofficially designated tables. Trent turned to his banana, cracking open the top and pulling down the peel. He lazily watched the other tables before taking a bite. As his eyes traveled over the jock table, he noticed a certain member of the clique staring at him. Trent smirked and Kirby quickly looked away.
Trent couldn't help but be amused at the jock's embarrassed actions. He took another small bite from his banana and continued to watch him. Not very soon after, Kirby glanced at him again, apparently deep in thought. Their eyes met but this time they held their gaze.
Trent smiled mischievously and brought the banana to his mouth; however, instead of biting it, he slowly inserted it past his lips and started sucking on it, pulling it out and back in again erotically. Kirby turned bright red and hastily looked at the table in front of him, hand shading his eyes. Trent laughed out loud and finally ate the banana in a few big bites.
After eating an apple as well, he stretched and stood up, throwing the core towards the trash. Trent shrugged at his miss and dropped his banana peel on the ground – just in case a little kid wasn't paying attention to where they walked. A bully used every opportunity, after all.
The bell suddenly rang shrilly, leaving the everyone in the cafeteria groaning and shuffling to their afternoon classes.
I know that bullies like Trent usually pick on all the non-clique students like Angie, but the game really has so few girls to work with - so please suspend your disbelief for me. I also would like to say that I really dislike Angie, and thus I kind of disliked writing this chapter. Do you not agree? Her giggle creeps the hell out of me, I don't trust her. :| BUT ANYWAY
This chapter came a little later than I previously promised, hehe. I've been distracted by a couple homework assignments and the anime Monster (Great show btw). But you guys can forgive me, right? Of course you can.
OH! I also really feel like replying to your latest reviews individually here in my author notes, because I'll look stupid reviewing my own story. So, here:
Rainbow Platypus - I LOVE Gord too, he's so damn cute. "I feel so deliciously dirty!" And it's probably too late to say this, but throw me a virtual ice coffee! :3
Randomstrike - LOL, I love girl!Marth. I actually thought he was one when I first saw him in Melee. And no probs for the update, man.
BLANK - YOUR NAME, IT'S INVISIBLE! But yeah, I can only really imagine in-the-closet Kirby. Though it would be funny to see him as a raging homosexual :\ *gets ideas for future stories*
rocky - Well, here you go! *hands above chapter* But oh my god, a heart to heart between them would have been hilarious. Troy is one of my favorite bullies.
Zbwoop - Trent is a bully after all, and I just like imagining him this way - Flirtatious, a little sadistic, and rather oblivious to others' feelings.
Yeah. Stay tuned, folks, and don't change the channel!