I pop out of the woodwork, and startle Swiddles as she turns.
“Here is the homework you missed. Free of charge, today. Payback for a killer party. What, you say? I wasn’t there? No, you just didn’t see me.”
I open up a hollowed out book, pull out a thermite rod, skip class, and go have fun with combustibles.
I am bumping this thread (which has been, for me, really therapeutic . . . damn I wish y’all had gone to my high school).
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*Originally posted by SwimmingRiddles *
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I belive that would be me.
I am Fnord, I sit in the back never study, never do homework, and make all the AP kids look like dumbshits when I ace the test and they get a B.
I have just a few close friends, Im allways making some destructive device with a paper clip.
I can open allmost all lockers without the combo, then set them on fire just to watch the reactions of the teachers.
I toss military smoke gernades into hallways, stink bombs in the princapls office.
Sad thing is, I am pretty much the same.
Voted most likely to become a Spy.
How about you and I go down to the lake? I know quite a few wonderful spots along the shore where you can watch nature and just hang out. There’s also some nice spots for watching the sunset. What do you say?
As I talk i think i hear something beating like a drum. I do hope he’s not nervous. I start to look forward to it. Matt seems like a genuinely nice guy, it’s a shame it seems like he doesnt have any other friends. I just hope he doesnt think i’m trying to get him alone to beat him up.
Anyway, I wonder what’s all this talk about a party. Sheesh, i always miss these things.
“That sounds great,” I say, surprising myself. “Until Friday, then.”
“Until Friday,” he agrees. “Bye.”
“Bye,” I say. I hear a click. I stand there mutely, holding the phone, until I suddenly drop down on the bed, letting out my breath in a loud whoof.
…comes Friday…
I wake up two hours before school starts. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do. I take an extra long shower trying to figure out what to do, how to act.
bambambam “Matt! Get out of the goddamn shower! Some other people have to use it, you know!”
“Sorry, Dad.” I turn off the shower.
“Why can’t you be mindful of the needs of others? You’re goddamn selfish sometimes.”
“I know, Dad. I’m sorry, Dad.” I know.
So it’s now Friday.
I’m walking down English Hall, taking some books back the library for my English teacher.
Seeing Doob, I break into an easy grin.
“Hey doob!”
“What’s up, man?” Doob says, slapping hands with Lex.
“Same ol’ shit man. You?”
“Nothin’. What are you doin’ out of class?”
“Me? You know I have an independant study 3rd hour. What
the hell are you doing, you fuckin’ hooker?”
“Turnin tricks. Your mom just left, I over charged her.”
<LOL>“Man, what are you doin this weekend? You wanna come over and check out my new ax? It’s pretty bad ass, I think you’ll like it.”
“Well, after school me an’ this dude are gonna go to the lake…”
“Hey! Right on! Me and Marco and some, um, you know, friends, were gonna go down there and hang out…”
“You mean get loaded and chase ass?”
“Well, yeah, but… Can we meet you guys there? You can hang out with us, and we can jam, and hang out, and stuff like that.”
Doob says that he doesn’t know if he’s goin for sure, Lex looks disappointed. He says that he hopes he’ll see him there, and if not, he should call on saturday, cause a bunch of us are going downtown.
Seeing Swiddles headed in the direction of the library, Lex winks at Doob, and heads off, imploring Swiddles to wait up.
“Hey, Swiddles! Where you headed in such a huff? You need a hug? How about some chocolate?”
*hurries to English class, arms full of books, still pissed at herself for getting drunk and pissed even more at pluto for deserting her like he did…
*sits down, pulls out her favorite book, a book of T.S. Eliot’s complete works, and commences to read, burying all her frustration…
*watches girls like Hama and struuter in class as they catch her attention, and wonders how they do it…
*goes back to reading her book…the bell rings, class dismissed, and Nocturne has no idea what went on.
*Life as usual…
*Time for the next class.
… psssst… Nocturne…
You sure can knock out a tune on a piano, girl. Forget pluto, who needs these testosterone-driven dorks that do nothing but chase skirts (or think of not much more than what’s under them). I’m going vintage clothes shopping on Saturday, wanna go?
leans against locker You SURE you wanna come to class with me? It’s Honors History. I had to beg to get into it, but I love it. The teacher loves the subject so it makes the class more fun. I think you probably had this one already.
You better have a look at the state of my locker before you offer to share. Something tells me you have yours organized. Mine is an organized mess.
What would I do with your hair? gulp–smile Let’s just say I can’t do it here.
Catches sight of Nocturne and JavaMaven walking past Hey guys! Did I hear you mention shopping on Saturday morning? If you let me come with you I’ll drive. Man, talk about bribery…
And Nocturne…shakes head, shame-faced…you put my eight years of piano lessons to shame. I don’t think I’ll ever touch that keyboard again. You were awesome.
turns back to iampunha You missed her play…it was great. So…are you going to spend your time in my class distracting me with dirty notes?
Today I am wearing a Che Guevara shirt and a matching beret.
“Java! Nocturne! Shopping! I’m there! Who is driving, and wanna hit a party tonite?”
The class isn’t much important. It’s the company. I don’t believe I had honors history. I stuck with unbelievably easy history courses because history is the one subject where I can’t read the book in the first week. The stuff’s just too boring for me, but you wouldn’t think that when I’m in class because I start a discussion with the teacher on the rape of Nanjing, and am surprised I am one of few students who has heard of it.
As for the locker, I can keep it organized for you, if you like. Or I can show you to an unused locker . . . whatever you like. Mine isn’t organized so much as it’s balanced in terms of what I need. I don’t have any schoolbooks in it. I have notebooks filled with the year’s homework (done months ahead of time), as I’ve managed to secure teachers who give out the syllabus and planned homework ahead of time instead of making me wait until the night before. So the first few weeks of school I’m actually somewhat busy, and weekends . . . forget about it.
The dirty notes . . . well, what do you mean by dirty? Do you mean, “Here’s what I’d do with those fingers if we were alone” or “that dude needs a shower bad” or something else? I feel certain I could do something to pique your interest, you’d just have to be okay with it first.
And my hair . . . what are you doing after school? Maybe we could go back to your place after classes, or maybe if you want instead we can go somewhere else. Totally up to you.
No, I don’t play the piano. The only music I make is with myself, although there’s only one kind I think you’d like at all. And if I showed you I’d probably mess up a lot, so we won’t discuss that.
Uh, I think I’m in the wrong class. Sorry.
Shopping . . . I forgot about shopping. Struuter, I’m not much for shopping, and I don’t think my eyes would be a good judge of what looks good on you and what looks better, but if you’d like to bring me along so annoying high-school boys don’t hit on you as much as they normally would, you’re welcome to. I won’t even complain 
And no, I am not one of those guys who enjoys shopping. However, as stated before, if you want me for protection I’m willing and even somewhat able
Boys hitting on me? Let me think about that…ah, not a problem. But I’m flattered nonetheless.
Come to history with me. I can make it interesting for you. You’d be surprised what trivial information will do for the amusement level of a class. And I have copious amounts of trivia in this head.
You write the note. I’ll decide what I think after I read it.
Just out of curiousity, ever seen ‘Harold and Maude?’ smiles and links her arm in his
Oh, I’m not worried about it being interesting. I just passionately dislike history because it’s all memorization, which is probably why I don’t do as well in it as I might if I liked it. As for trivial information . . . well, give me the topic for the day and I’ll bring out some interesting facts.
Maybe I will save the note for a time/place where laughing or blushing will not get you into trouble. I don’t think I’ve seen “Harold and Maude” . . . want to tell me about it?
And that’ll have to be my right arm you’re holding as my left is the one I use for just about everything. This is a very new experience for me, having a friend who isn’t afraid or ashamed to be seen with me. I will try not to smile so hard people think I just deflowered someone.
[Go rent this movie NOW. I have a funny feeling you’ll like it. Soundtrack by Cat Stevens. Quirky 70s movie…loner who find unique friendship/new insight on life. I’m anxious to hear what you think of it.]
Anyway. I have a tendancy to think of history as a big, long movie. Makes it more interesting.
People are looking at us? I guess I wasn’t paying attention…
*is currently blushing now from the attention…
“Shopping, Java? That’d be soooo groovy! I’ve been looking for a 70’s style peacoat ever since my sister’s dog ate my last one.”
grins at both struuter and red_dragon60 “Y’all wanna come, too? Awesome? What’s this about a party?”
turns back to Java, grinning… “You’re right. Who needs men, anyway?”
::Clutching books to chest, tries to get past group in hall without being noticed::
::Clutching books to chest, tries to get past group in hall without being noticed, and promptly drops books. Bends down to pick them up, doesn’t look at anyone, blushes furiously::
stops, bends down to help pick up books Hey. One of those days, huh? By the way, nice paper on the evolution of science fiction. You know your stuff.