Walking There (Post 7)
Asher let out a whoop and slung his arm around his new lunch-mate his chipped black nail polish contrasting harshly with the white of the button up shirt.
Asher dragged Fai to the large glass door at the end of the hall, “This exit is the fastest out to the street.”
Asher lazily lifted his arm off the other boy’s shoulders causing Fai to immediately look less like a riled cat. In a graceful motion he slipped his backpack off and started digging in the pockets. Throwing random papers to the ground he pulled out an MP3 player and stuck one ear-bud in turning it on.
They walked to sonic Asher happy and humming, Fai dragging his feet thinking of ways to get out of it now that they were away from school. Before either of them realised it they where at Sonic. Asher having gotten sick of the slow walk, the shorter boy had been determined to keep, gracefully swooped behind Fai and pushed him to a menu/speaker.
Asher immediately pushed the button and a few sec later a scratchy voice came on “Welcome to Sonic may I take your order?”
“I’ll have a Sonic Burger extra rare, chili cheese fries, large tots, large cherry lime-aid, and an Oreo blast.”
The scratchy voice came on again and repeated the order tagging on a ‘anything else?’ at the end.
Asher looked about to list more food when Fai cut in “A large Pineapple shake.”
“Your total comes out to $25.30, thank you.”
Asher sat down at one of the umbrellaed tables and started to play with the holes in the table.
Noticing a pattern…(post 6)
“Dude, thanks for saving me there, whats your name? Where you going for lunch? I woke up late so I didn’t pack anything, so I figure Sonic is pretty close. We should go they have 1/2 priced drinks today!”
“Not interested…”
Fai kept walking. He hadn’t really thought about what he was going to do during the lunch period. Most likely just wander the halls until…
“Awww, come on. It’s not like you aren’t going to eat anyway. Did you bring lunch from home or something…”
Fai glanced up for a moment to see the confused look on Asher’s face. He was instantly aware of the passing glances of other students as they crossed paths walking down the hallway. He even over heard one girl asking her friend if she had ever brought lunch from home before. The reply giggle was all that was needed to answer what they thought of that idea. Glancing back at Asher, he realized that he was still talking… and getting louder and louder the more he ignored him.
“I don’t know how it worked in the school you came from, but unless you are POOR or are bringing something awesome for lunch… like some gourmet stuff, then you should just buy lunch. There’s lots of places around to eat anyway. Wait, what did you bring from home. Did you pack candy with your lunch or something? Because thats the one good thing you can bring from home. I totally forgot to grab something to snack on. Hay, after we get food lets go stop at a 7-11, i wanna pick up some snacks for the second break later and since we are going to Sonic there’s one right on the way so it all works out. Look man, if you are broke and stuff its cool, its like a dollar for a burger and 50 cents for a drink or something, we can find that kinda change on the ground on the way there…”
Fai’s face flushed as people went from polite glances to full on stares at the two of them. “I”M NOT POOR” Making sure to say it just loud enough for everyone who was looking at them to hear, “And i didn’t bring lunch from home, I just wasn’t…”
“Aww sweet then. Ok, Sonic it is for lunch.”
The worst part of this entire thing was that as soon as Asher said that, he could feel everyone’s eyes lose interest and go back to what they were doing.
With a sigh, Fai silently resigned himself to dreading the lunch break also.
Friendly Intentions (Post 5)
The bell rang jolting Asher awake, he wiped off some drool with the back of his hand. He jammed his history book that was serving as his shield from the teacher into his back pack. As he slung his backpack onto one shoulder he turned to the kid behind him.
“Hey dude…..” but the desk was empty. He scanned the room and spotted a white shirt and black unkempt hair walking out the door.
Asher ran up to him and patted him on the back roughly. “Dude, thanks for saving me there, whats your name? Where you going for lunch? I woke up late so I didn’t pack anything, so I figure Sonic is pretty close. We should go they have 1/2 priced drinks today!” Asher looked expectantly at the shorter boy.
Asher was about 3 inches taller then him and obviously not in the same social group. His slightly wrinkled semi tight black t-shirt with his favorite band in splattered letters across the top, striped red and black wrist band that went up to his elbow, black baggy jeans ripped in all the right places and scuffed converse finished off his look. He looked very out of place next to this kid who was obviously some nerd. But Asher was more interested in food then social circles and company would be nice.
Rude awakining (post 4)
The ability to get people to leave you alone was almost an art. For example, if you sat to far in the back, then all of the slackers would try to talk to you because they had ADD and paying attention to the teacher was never on the list of things they paid attention to. You can’t sit in front though, because teachers expect and other students expect you to be smart… and of course let them copy your work.
So second row, closest to the window, furthest away from the teacher. If he was lucky that would only give one person sitting behind him, and one person to his right. Unless the classroom was full…
His desk clattered as a student dumped himself in the chair.
“Hay! What’d ya do that for?”
‘who is this making all this noise’
Baseball caps are against the rules, I”ll be confiscating this. What is your name?”
“Asher.”
’so his name is Asher.’
“Asher you’ll be trouble, i can tell. Stay after class and we’ll go over the rules togeather.”
A resounding chorus of ooOOoo’s only prompted a rolling of his eyes as this Asher was directing far to much attention in his general direction.
He watched the boy infront of him dump his head ungracefully on his desk seemingly in depression, however in a few minutes the soft snoring sound of sleep crept to his ears.
‘moron, if he brings the teacher in my direction again i’m going to kill him, regardless of how much attention it brings me’
A solid kick to the chair in front of him jolted Asher awake just in time for the teacher to look over in their direction. Asher waved innocently before turning around to face him as the teacher went back to the board.
“Hay, thanks, i’m Asher…”
“Shut up, i don’t want the teacher over here nor do i want you. Just stay awake”
“Yeah, yeah. Awake… thanks again…”
A few seconds later the soft sounds of sleep reached him… The urge to reach over the desk and strangle the boy into silence was tempered by the thoughts of the resulting questions that would be asked of him after he was dead. Instead he resigned himself to dreading third period for the rest of the year…
*Sigh* (Post 3)
It was 5:27 a.m. How annoying. Waking up aroused with no one sleeping with you was boring. School started in 3 hours and 30 minutes. Having nothing better to do than lie around and wait for the alarm to sound the infernal sound it was designed to make, he got up, let out a rather drawn out yawn, neatly laid out his school uniform on the bed, and headed for the shower.
As per his morning ritual, he examined every inch of his body. His brown hair was a mess, but he wasn’t their to look at the things that were wrong. He admired every line and contour his flat stomach had, so much so he ran his finger across it. He gave himself shivers. He looked at his soft lips in absolute delight, and even licked them. “Lovely”, he thought. Realizing he was getting VERY side tracked due to his adoration of himself, he got down to business and took his shower. He made sure to apply shampoo twice, loving the feeling of shampoo in the hair. Every experience felt with his body was something to remember, whether it be good or bad. He never put on his boxers, believing they just got in the way. The order he dressed in was paramount, for…”Oh dammit”, he muttered.
8:36 a.m. He rushed his normally strict clothing ritual and ran down for breakfast. He grabbed an apple and banana, drank a tall glass of milk, and waited for several minutes. School was 2 blocks away. But being a firm believing in being fashionably late,(ESPECIALLY on the first day of school) he waited.
8:45 a.m. He ignored any hellos and greetings as he passed by people. With a single minded determination of getting to class early, EVERYTHING was ignored. He approached the class room, took in a deep breath, smiled, and opened the door.
For everything was going just as planned.
Riseing with the chickens (Post 2)
“BEEP BEEP BEEP” the alarm clock screamed with all its might trying to wake the ungrateful loaf in bed. Just as it was about to give up with a whack it was put on snooze, again.
The lump on the bed rolled over, shifting the wad of blankets to reveal an unruly tuft of black hair. With a moan a boy sat up as the sheets fell down to the bed he groggily blinked at the clock that glowed “9:15″ in pretty blue numbers.
“School!” he shouted and picked threw his cloths pile searching for something that smelled decent.
“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?!” the alarm clock just glowed steadily back at him switching from 9:15 to 9:16. With a sigh he ran his hand threw his hair getting stuck half way he grabbed a hat and rant out the door.
The school bus was long gone and he still didn’t have his driver’s licens so he ran. By the time he got to school it was well into ten o’clock. 2nd period would be almost over. As he approached his locker a chime let him know he was right and the halls started to flood with kids. He pulled out his history book and stuffed it in his bag. At least it was the first day that means it was all rules and no work in every class.
He locked his locker and pushed threw the crowd of students. He got into his class just as the final bell rang. All that was left where seats in the front row, sucking it up he sat down in the front row closest to the wall farthest from the teacher’s desk and looked around the class.
Startled out of his daydreaming the teacher flipped off his hat with a glare.
“Hey! What’d ya do that for?” he asked trying to swipe back his hat
“Baseball caps are against the rules, I’ll be confiscating this,” scowled the teacher “What is your name?”
“Asher.”
“Asher you’ll be trouble I can tell, stay after class and we’ll go over the rules together.”
The whole class ooo’d and Asher just ducked his head wishing school was already over.
Opening… (post 1)
Fai had come to realize that nothing ever happened as it did in novels. He had already read over 40 novels on the subject, and not a single one had any passing resemblance to anything remotely believable. Ann Rice for example; while her portrayal of Louis had some basis in reality, it seems like she had completely lost it when creating the character Armand. While it made perfect sense that as one would age they would grow in ability and hence power, but his psyche was all wrong. For start, as one grows older they would quickly begin to realize that the happenings of the world around him begin to affect them less and less. Also a single younger vampire would never pose a threat as both would age at a consistent level making it impossible for a younger vampire to rival an older one in power.
As a result, the simple fact that Armand gave two shakes of a rats ass about Lestat, Louis or that they created a little girl vampire was absurd. Even as a vampire, both Louis and Claudia would have been so far beneath his notice as to only be worth noting because they were taking up space. Lestat of course deserved attention, but only because of his somewhat vague grasp of reality… something Anne Rice did get right.
However, it was nothing compared to this Anita Blake nonsense.
Ducking under a Frisbee that flew to close he didn’t even bother to look up from his book to see who had thrown it. It was probably some upper level students from his new school, and he had learned that the less he talked to others, the better off he was. At 5′6″ he wasn’t the tallest, nor was he built very large. His forgettable face, combined with the large glasses that covered up most of it screamed nerd making all the jocks avoid him. On the other hand his C grade average meant that the nerds could care less about him also. Finally the only trait of his that anyone remembered was that he was always reading books, but since he only read books with Vampire characters in them, most of the literary clubs wouldn’t have anything to do with him.
As for the occult club? He didn’t want to talk to those freaks anyway.
The bells chimed as a sign that class was about to start. Fai hopped up the stairs 3 at a time as he hurried to his first class of the day.
Just another boring year…. exactly how he wanted it.
