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Hi, my name is Edward
Phineas
Tony
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 | Teenagers, Insane Pleasures, And Sęxual Antics- 07 |
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 4.67 with 12 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-07-19 20:20:45 |
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I decided my time jump shall be in the next chapter... Because mindless blabber would just happen between this chapter and the next ^.^
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Teenagers, Insane Pleasures, and Sęxual Antics – Seven
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“I’ll see you guys later, I’ve got Home Economics with Year Eleven A...” I moaned as Brigitte frowned.
“I’m Year Eleven B.” She pouted as I smiled.
“Well, at least I’ve got Gabriel.” I poked my tongue out at her, linking my arm through Gabriel’s.
Home Economics is required except for Year Thirteen. Year Seven and Year Eight classes go together, Year Nine and Year Ten, and then Year Eleven and Year Twelve. My arm fell limp whilst hooked through Gabriel’s, my eyes drooping, a wave of tiredness washing over me. Although I know soon enough I will once again be back into the rutine of boarding school and will sleep more sensibly, for the moment I still wasn’t tired until midnight, and seemed to think I would sleep in all day like I did at home.
“Cheer up, at least we have weekends. You can sleep in as long as your lazy arsę wants on Saturday and Sunday.” Gabriel stated, untangling his arm from mine so that mine simply fell to my side.
I hunched my shoulders, folding my arms across my chest in a sulking manner.
“But it’s only Thursday!” I whined in desperation, my head hung as I pouted through the tangles of electric blue.
I continued to walk in this manner, my eyes narrowed and glued to the pavement as Gabriel hummed to himself. The tune was beginning to nibble at my final nerve, my mind desperate to decipher what song he was humming, the answer is in my mind, I simply cannot locate it.
“What are you humming?” I spat, giving up my endless search for the answer.
“In the hall of the mountain king, Apocalyptica...” He replied with a shrug as I bobbed my head into a nod, curious as to how I did not figure that out before.
The Home Economics class consisted of several counters with a sink, cupboards for utensils, and several boards and extremely sharp knives upon the edge of the counter. There were four ovens in the room, whoever gets to it first uses it first is the rule for them. The Year Eleven As stood towards the furthest right corner of the classroom, twittering away to their friends whilst the Year Twelve Bs simply scattered in their groups of friends.
“Class. I shall pair you up, your pair shall last you until the end of this semester. When you change to Design Technology you shall be assigned new partners. Alright then, shall we begin?” Mr Carthy beamed in an overly joyful manner that made Gabriel and I feel like vomiting.
“Miss Green and Mister Tony over there.” Mr Carthy extended a long finger towards the desk in the furthest left corner of the room.
I trudged over, sliding onto one of the stools, my messenger bag falling limply on the floor beside me. I glanced at Gabriel who had been placed several counters away from me next to a girl named Olivia in our year. I heard a shuffling beside me, my partner plopping down in the stool beside mine. I turned to see those beautiful sea green eyes narrowed at me, Alixxis’ pale elbows resting on the counter top, her hands resting elegantly beneath her chin. Her lips formed a slight frown, her definable cheek bones flawless, yet pure as if never graced by her lips curving into a smile. Her eyes ripped away from mine, gluing themselves to the countertop, her hair flopping over her face darkly.
“Hi...” I mumbled as she dropped one of the hands from under her chin to the countertop, tapping her long nails upon its surface rhythmically.
“I’m Ed... You’re sort of friends with my friends Brigitte and Raven...” I was starting to get rather bored with this silence between the two of us as Mr Carthy called off the other pairs.
“I know who you are.” She grumbled in a completely toneless voice.
“... Where are you from?” This was getting harder to start a conversation.
Why do Raven and Brigitte like her so much? She doesn’t speak.
“Around...” She said effortlessly, her eyes transfixed on the countertop still.
Mr Carthy called for our attention for an introduction to Home Economics. Our class let out a harmony of sighs as he began his lecture about the history of Home Economics. I frowned, tracing shapes upon my thigh with my fingers, my mind clasped in boredom.
“So... Do you believe in God?” I asked only realising how random what I had just asked was after I asked it.
“I don’t know... But, if God exists he is a selfish, gutless, buffoon, afraid of his very creation that is supposedly the greatest, watching from above unwilling to help those who desperately need him, desperately need a miracle...” She glanced at me for a second through the tangles of her hair, only for a second then her eyes were glued to the counter tops once again.
“That’s an interesting view... I don’t believe in God... But, Gaia there, she leaves school every Saturday night and comes back Monday morning, she has to be home on Sundays and of course she has church. She also goes to some youth group on Thursdays after lessons; she misses supper for the youth group...” I mused doubting that Alixxis was even listening.
I faced forward so that it looked like I was listening to Mr Carthy, but my eyes slowly drifted back to Alixxis, her hair covering the scribbling she was doing upon a thin pad of paper.
“This is utterly pointless. It makes about as much sense as pounding one’s head into a hollow wall...” Alixxis muttered her expression remaining plain as she looked up at me, awaiting my reply.
“Maybe next class we can cook... I hope you grow eyebrows quickly... I can’t control my love for fire...” I replied, my lips curving into a grin.
“If you do that and I’ll press your face against the grill.” She spat.
“Charming...”
The day slowly grinded forward as with every passing moment I slowly began to once again loose the will to live. Alixxis explained several of her morbid views upon life with me in Home Economics, her lifeless expression never faltering. As I made my way through the courtyard having finished my supper, I was always the last the finish, I sat with Fallon once my friend’s had finished knowing she would eat slowly while her other friends left having already finished. I trotted along, searching for a familiar face until I heard a loud shout.
“WHAT?! YOU’RE GÂY?!” I suppose that plan is ruined... |
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