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Alright, here's chapter 2, and maybe there's some drama in here. Maybe not. I dunno.
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I stood there like an idiot, with my steel blue eyes just staring blankly. Oh, blue screen of death. Literally.
"...Please? I mean, you're pretty, you're smart, and you're different from the rest of these whores!" Whores. Hm. Nice use of words.
"...Uh huh, and I'm betting all my money you're lying." As I smirked at him, he went quiet. As if trying to think of some other idiotic excuse. Jackpot~
"...W-Well, about two-thirds of that was a lie, but please, please be my girlfriend! I'm tired of all these cling-ons chasing me everywhere..." His voice kinda trailed off...like he seemed hopeless. Oh Shiva, not the desperate speech.
In an effort to avoid his 'puppy dog counter argument', I turned my back and crossed my arms, absolutely not minding that we'll be late for our next class. Ah, Mr. Rosch is such a softie at times.
"If you needed to someone to use against your fears, why me? Besides, you're not even a video game character and yet you've managed to gather a fanbase. Why not them?" Okay, references to the Internet were smart. Kudos to me.
I heard him grunt and slap his forehead. "I'm asking you because you're not blatantly obnoxious, nor are you a devious stalker like the rest of the girls on campus. You're...different."
I felt my cheeks redden slightly, but I tried to sway that feeling away. Just a petty comment. I finally decided to face him. "Noctis, no way in hell am I going to ever go out with you. Ever." My eyes diminished into slitting daggers as he frowned as his futile attempt to woo me.
"...Ugh, dammit. This'll never go anywhere..." He groaned heavily and rubbed his temples. I do feel kind of bad for him. Chased by psychotic wannabes, stalked by obsessed loners, admired by...um...admirers.
"Um... I think I have something I can do."
His face nearly lit up as I flashed another forced smile. How I hate smiling...
"...Really?" His face showed a mixture of interest and confusion. Strangely.
"Tell you what; you can stick around me for as long as you'd like, but, we are not dating. Got it?" He clasped his hands and together and nodded his head wildly.
"Yes, thank you!" I think it was out of instinct, as he ran up to me and embraced me, as if in gratitude. Unfortunately for him, my instinct received it the wrong way. And so he received a black eye.
"...Don't...touch...me." I glared down at him, sitting on his rump, recoiling in pain. Crossing my arms again, I smirked at him and mocked, "Hah. The oh, so amazing Noctis Lucis Caelum just got beat by a girl." He didn't seem very happy with the way he glared at me with his non-swollen eye. Instead of the usual amber color, they were deep blood red. Freaky.
"Ugh... Goddammit, what the fuck was that for?!" He rubbed his eye slowly, wincing in pain every few seconds. He grumbled to himself.
"Oh stop whining. And stop rubbing it, it'll get worse. Trust me; I know these things." I knelt in front of him and moved his hand off. He continued to shoot me hot daggers as I examined the painful looking injury. Oh, I can totally pack a punch.
"...So, how is it?"
I stared at the awful, purple mess. It was as if he did magic with some eyeshadow and somehow made the muscles around his eye throb continually. "...We should get you to the nurse. It looks horrid." I helped him off of the ground and led him through the corridors to the nurse's office. It was the least I could do after inflicting something...that horrible.
"So... Hm. Looks terrible. Whoever did that must pack dynamite in their fists." Judging from Nurse Estheim's comments, I can sense Lightning's embarrassment. "I'll see what I can do. Whatever you do, do not rub it. It'll induce bigger swelling and may prolong the healing process. Sit still."
Eh, I couldn't do anything at all at the moment. The nurse's office was a dull light blue with posters such as 'Eat Your Apples' or 'Drugs Make You Feel Better, Not Good' were stamped onto the wall. I gave up watching Nurse Estheim mixing some cream together and decided to stare at Lightning. She sat firm and still on her chair with her head down. Through those strawberry pink locks, I could still see some emotion going on. Does she really hate me that much?
"Alright, let me apply some of this cold cream and then I'll get out some Shiva's Ice for you." Ah, Shiva's Ice. The 'Unmeltable, Unbreakable, Unorthodox Ice that'll suit all your needs!'. Of course. It's just some frozen material inside a rubber case resembling whatever- a hockey puck, a watermelon, a sports car -that's been used for years for stuff like black eyes. It didn't do much success in food service, since it didn't freeze fast enough, so it's mainly used in medical care now.
...What the hell was that?
I winced for a few moments while the nurse dabbed the cool, clear gel around my eyelids, hoping to reduce some of the swelling. She then jabbed a pack of Shiva's Ice into the palm of my right hand. "Okay, keep that ice on your left eye til the end of the day, got it? If things go right, then swelling will have gone down lots by tomorrow. Alright, you lovebirds, get back to class." My eyes darted over to Lightning, who's head snapped up and blushed even redder. Oh why do I get this feeling about her? Something queasy, girly, and cuddly that only girls such as Stella would be able to describe. Ugh...
"...Hehe, ma'am, we're not dating." She managed to grin slightly, with a hint of nervousness behind it.
"Uh huh, not yet. " I nearly laughed as Lightning slapped her forehead and pulled me off of the patient's bed.
"What's with the rush?" I asked, seeing as she was almost dragging me across the academy hallways.
"..We're late, dumbass. I thought you'd be smart enough to realize that." Well, that comment struck a chord.
"Well, maybe I was too dazed after being jabbed in the eye, which is right in front of my brain." She slowed down and let go of my arm.
"...I'm sorry, Noctis. I shouldn't have raged on you." I could tell her apology wasn't sweet, since she crossed her arms again and her tone was more guilt-ridden and gory rather than sweet and sympathetic.
I decided to sway aside this nasty injury. Lightning is my salvation in this wretched hovel they call an academy. Besides, with this nasty eye, I'm less likely to attract attention. Hopefully.
"...It's fine. Let's just get to class now." She led on with a brisk pace, obviously trying to avoid more awkward silences.
"...Twenty-five minutes late? Nurse's office...hmmm. Nevertheless, you two will stay after school. Detention, two hours, how does that sound?" I nearly screamed my head off as I realized the fault of my assumptions. Mr. Rosch is not a softie. I looked over to Noctis, who has banged his head on his desk only to remember that he has a throbbing black eye, and is now wincing in pain.
"Alright as I was saying, you have two weeks to finish your project with your partners. And yes, Mr. Caelum and Ms. Farron, partners. Since you two were absent during the majority of the first half of class, everybody has picked partners without you. Thus, you two will be partners."
I swear I could scream at the amount of whines from all the girls in the classroom. Awww, I wanted to be his partner! Damn you, Lightning! Can I please switch partners? By God, it was deafening. I looked around the room, staring at all the partners. Aside from the fact that nearly every girl seemed to be boring holes into me with their laser stares, I noticed we got to move the tables around.
"...So what do you plan about the literature presentation?" I asked him. Instead of answering me, he sat there, counting dust particles. "...Hey. Loverboy, wake up." I snapped my fingers in front of his face, hoping some spark will fly off and ignite his attention. His cobalt head slowly turned towards mine.
"...What do you want?" Noctis sounded monotone, as always. There was rarely a time where he didn't sound like a droid. "Oh, I don't know. Let's do something common era or something. The Tale of Two L'Cies seems like a good choice, huh?"
I didn't know crap about l'cies, except for the fact that they were mythical people chosen- or cursed, it depends on the way you see it -by higher beings. "...Yeah, let's do that. Wanna stop by the library later to pick up the books then?"
"Nah. I'm pretty sure we can't since we have fuckin' two hours after school, remember? Can't leave this room, at all. Besides, with Mr. Rosch's ginormous office library, I'm thinking we can borrow the books from him." I nodded in approval and we then proceeded to both stare down at the blank piece of college ruled paper in front of us.
"...Huh."
"...Huh."
Oh Shiva, this class is my worst class. Ever. So boring...
I awoke to the startling sound of the dismissal bell. Oh crap, we slept through class. I looked next to myself, to see Lightning sprawled all over the table, a mess of pink hair covering our paper. That same cuddly feeling was coming back, ugh...
"Hey, Lightning... Wake up..." I nudged her lightly, and she started to rouse.
"...Nnnn... Serah, go back to your room- Huh?" We both stared at each other, my eyes meeting a pair of profusely blinking light blue eyes.
"...You look like a pink tumbleweed."
"...You look like a blue cactus."
My attention darted over to a blueberry-shaped pack of Shiva's Ice next to our note paper. Subconsciously, I raised a few fingers to my eye. I felt no throbbing, and it was cold as hell. Did I sleep on the Shiva's Ice or something? Oh well, it certainly helped my eye, thank you Lightning.
"Oh, look, your eye's looking better." She yawned and flexed her arms, stretching the material of her school sweater across her chest. I found myself staring at the mounds that just seemed to pop out of the black wool.
...Whoa, Noct.
Before we could both say anything else, Mr. Rosch approached us, holding his hands together. "So, our horribly late students finally awake? Alright then, two hours starting now." I rolled my eyes at him and propped my head against the desk.
"Oh, um, Mr. Rosch? Would you happen to have some copies of The Tale of Two L'Cies? Noctis and I are doing that for our literature presentation." She didn't seem too bored in her tone, which was surprising.
"I might have a few copies in the back, I'll go check."
After that small conversation, Lightning and I suddenly started to have a staring- no, more like glaring contest. I glared at her for getting us both into this mess, but she continued to glare at me as if it was such a fuckin' crime to hug someone as a sign of thanks.
"...This is all your fault."
"...I hate you."
"...Um, yeah, I kinda know that now?" My eyes thinned into slits through my long, blue bangs and I pointed a finger at my eye. "...Yeah, your fault."
Before anything started, Mr. Rosch arrived, carrying two copies of our book. "Here you go. Now I have some errands to do, so don't mess around. And don't even think of going anywhere, since I'm locking the door. Alright?"
A frustrated sigh came from both of us. As soon as Mr. Rosch locked the door, all hell came loose.
Before I could even manage to blink, Lightning had me on the ground. Fuck, she's fast. She straddled my waist, with a hand on my neck, ready to choke me, and a fist in the air, ready to make another black eye.
"Oh, go ahead, just imagine trying to explain what happened to a bunch of psychos who want to fuck you up just because you defaced their idol." Smirking happily to myself, she lowered her fist and released her death grip around my neck. Though she still straddled my waist, I managed to prop myself up on my elbows, my face about a foot away from hers.
Lightning crossed her arms again, and had a horrid expression on her face. Though she looked embarrassed, judging by how pink her cheeks were and how she avoided my gaze.
"...Hey Farron. Get off."
"...No."
"...Get the hell off."
"...Nope."
"Get the fuck off of me."
"I said- Oof!"
Now that tables were turned and I had her pinned on the ground...as wrong as it may seem. Yes, fuck, this is so wrong right now.
"You wouldn't get off, you stubborn bitch-"
"GET OFF OF ME!!!"
That same, familiar cuddly, girly feeling had returned, and it felt more intense. Something started to broil in my gut, and I knew it wasn't good...
"Get off of me, you bastard!"
"Hell no, you stubborn bitch!"
Soon, it was just a fight of struggles and cursing. Hehe, so much cursing, I just wonder how many people are considering to break open Mr. Rosch's door right now...
"Noctis, I am asking one more time. Would you please get off of me?"
"I said no- Ugh."
I could only smirk in victory as I saw the twitching pain reflect on his face. His mouth opened in quiet agony, then burst out in devastation.
...I kneed his balls. Oh yeah, the sensitive part.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck it, Lightning..." He rolled off of me in recoil, his groans and cries becoming increasingly audible. Do I really hit that hard?
"It huuuuuuuuurrrrrrtttttsssssss..." Oh, I am totally screwed.
So yeah, that was the second chapter! Haha, them and their fights. Oh, and btw, I did not make Hope a girl. The nurse is his mom. :P
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