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Untitled Story #157965
Series Title : Caster College
Series Rating : PG-13 - NC-17
Word Count : 5,599
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4 : Sparkles, Ninjas, and Special Treatment
There was a soft beeping noise coming from beside her. She rolled away from it and let herself drift back to sleep. It got louder, and louder, until it was a horrifying horn sound every second behind her.
Her hand sailed through the air and smacked the clock away. Unfortunately, it didn't turn it off. It would clink, then buzz, clink and buzz. She couldn't stand it anymore... She kicked off the covers and crushed it. God! She HATED her alarm clock, and now since it was broken... she guessed she had to get a new one. Yippee...
She pulled on some clothes and dragged into the mini-dojo. She gave a limp stretch. Her muscles were sore. The beating from Traine combined with the extra-curricular work out was taking its toll. She twisted from one side to the other, hoping to relax her muscles. Slowly, she regained her flexibility, and decided she wouldn't be doing any practices this morning. She didn't have enough time.
She slipped out just as Blaine entered from his side. He heard the click and arched a brow. He'd planned on watching him a bit, but he had finished early.
Renee sighed and trudged into the bathroom. She turned the shower on and removed her clothes. The bruises were turning a sickening yellowy color now. Normally, they'd still be blue and black, but she had a fast recovery rate. That was good, since she was sure the first thing Traine would do was punch her shoulder or give her arm a viscous poke.
She rolled her shoulders and let the heated drops further loosen her muscles. She wondered what time it was, but she had no idea because that had been her only clock.
She grabbed a towel and dried off. Wrapping it around her head, she pulled out a pair of Ace bandages. She started around the top of her breasts and worked her way down to her naval. She always added a few extra wraps around her waist to try and make herself look straighter. One day, someone's going to lift her shirt and wonder what's under there. She didn't know how it would happen, but it would.
She pulled on some boxers and her black dress pants. Her hair fell around her face as she removed the towel and dropped it on the floor. She pulled out her small dryer and plugged it into the outlet beside the sink.
Renee dried her hair and pulled it back into its ponytail. She thought about her voice and wondered if she sounded more masculine now. Traine hadn't said anything else, but that didn't mean anything. She had thought about getting an implant that she can turn on and off, but it would make her neck look odd and would change her normal voice. Not to mention it sounded really obvious when anybody used it.
She grabbed the tie off the hanger and slipped it over her head. He tightened it before reaching down for his briefcase and leaving out the door.
He took the elevator, cringing at the thought of having to climb up and down stairs all day, and waited for the ping of the ground floor.
It dinged, and he walked out. There were still some people in the lobby, so he was relatively safe from being late.
"You can still walk, femme-boy?" came an obnoxious voice.
Ryan's eyebrow twitched. "Apparently you didn't beat me down hard enough, coal for brains."
He ducked a swipe to his head and bounced away. "Too slow, freight."
"Why you-"
There were loud gongs of a bell from across the street.
"Lucky little punk," Traine snarled, raising a fist. "Five minutes isn't enough to beat the shit out of you."
"Too tired from yesterday? Your stamina must be lacking." Ryan scurried away before Traine could lunge at him.
He was having fun this morning, regardless of how tired he was.
Ryan walked up to the classroom door and noticed the note. Go to H-11 for Physics today. He gave a small cry at having to climb the stairs. Ugh. This is so retarded... why the hell... he thought as he jogged up the stairs.
The second warning bell rang and he picked up his pace. Two blurs past him and he had to blink. Traine and Blake both dashed up the final flight and cursed at each other as they both tried to go in the door at the same time. Ryan rounded the corner and watched them struggle until Blake kicked Traine aside and shot through first.
"BASTARD!" Traine ran after him.
Ryan slowed and barely made it to the door by the time the final bell rang. He fell into his seat, breathing heavily. Traine and Blake were glaring over him at each other, each taking in large lungfuls of air.
Mr. Smith picked up the marker and the soft screeching noises started as he wrote up lesson for the day. "Okay." He set his book on the table. "Today we're going to-"
There was a poof as something exploded outside and smoke appeared under the door. Everyone stared, some smiling knowingly. Mr.Smith's face took on a 'Please help me,' look for the briefest of moments.
There was excited laughter and a body flew through the door. There was a loud 'BOOM' as it landed right in front of Mr.Smith.
"I'm back, Mr.Smith!! And I made you lunch!!" Hands thrust forward the brown bag, and it waved back and forth in front of the teacher's face.
His lip curled upward, but it didn't quite make a smile. "Thank you Schwanz, now have a seat."
There was an excited shout and the strawberry blonde bounced around the front of the room. Mr.Smith had said thank you! He twirled around until someone grabbed him by the back of his shirt.
Ryan's eyes bulged. "Was that a... NINJA?"
"That's enough, now sit down," he admonished, plopping the youth into his seat.
"But Kris!"
"No buts! Don't give the teacher a hard time! I'll pick you up after school."
"Where do you think you're going, Kris Madison? You're still enrolled here, too."
Kris smiled, then dropped a small metal ball on the floor. "Smoke bomb," he replied. It exploded and smoke filled the room.
Everyone coughed and covered their faces. Ryan opened an eye just in time to see him fly out the window.
There was a shout and a terrified, "HOLY FUCK! THIS IS THE 4TH FLOOR!"
Mr. Smith yelled back, "No cursing in my classroom!"
"But I'm not-!" There was a crash and a small whimper of, "I'm saved." Then, another crack, a surprised 'Ack!' and a bigger crack as the tree limb broke completely from the tree.
"SHIIIIIITTT~!" And there was a loud boom as something hit the ground, then shuffles of leaves as the branches fell on top.
"I TOLD you!" Mr.Smith snarled, leaning out the window. "No CURSING!"
Mr.Smith looked down at the ground. He didn't see him... The other students crowded around behind him to get a peek. All they saw was grass... Then, there was a strange flutter from the ground and the grass texture magically lifted up off the ground and fluttered away. An unconscious Kris lay on his back, foam coming from his mouth.
Ryan sweatdropped. He was an idiot to forget he was on the 4th floor...
Traine burst out laughing. "Idiot!"
Blaine turned his head and chuckled. Blake's face showed the slightest and nastiest smile Ryan had ever seen the man give. If only he knew…
Schwanz laughed, his eyes taking on a strange glow. "Sometimes I wonder if he really believes he's a ninja..."
Mr.Smith looked at him for a moment before coughing into his closed fist. "Alright, spectacle is over. Let's get back to class. We've wasted enough time." He leaned further out the window. "Kris! I'm going to send Icchan out there to help you!"
Kris' eyes shot open and his body bolted upright. "Where's that bastard, Icchan?!" He jumped to a crouch. Another smoke bomb erupted and he was gone.
Mr.Smith raised an eyebrow. He didn't know exactly what Kris had against Icchan, but knowing the ‘doctor’, it was something really horrible. That or it was just so embarrassing you’d die.
Kris wobbled against the trunk of the tree. Damn. His legs hurt like hell and he could barely get behind the tree before the smoke wore off. That fall from the 4th floor really took it out of him. He'd have to do more training...
Everybody grumbled as they went back to their seats. Mr.Smith took to the front of the class and stopped awkwardly.
Schwanz looked at him from his seat, eyes sparkling brightly.
Mr.Smith had to squint in order to see beyond the light of Schwanz's innocence beam.
He turned and jerkily started to write on the board again. He could hear the laughter of the students and already imagined the rumors spreading around. All the while, he could feel those bright eyes on the back of his head, staring, waiting for him to turn around and pin him.
He was glad Ryan hadn't seen him like this when he first arrived. David Smith was sure a lot of them thought he was gay, but if they had those eyes on them everywhere they went, they'd understand how uncomfortable it was.
"Schwanz," Mr. Smith said, turning his head to the side slightly.
He popped up from his chair with a 'YES!'’.
"Come to the board and solve this problem."
Schwanz skipped forward and took the marker gently from his hands. He looked at him with a wide smile then started. Mr.Smith gave an inward sigh of relief. That should keep him busy for at least a minute. He went on with his lesson, occasionally pointing to the board. He felt so much better without those eyes on him. He paused briefly to flip a few pages ahead in the book when he remembered Schwanz was still at the board.
He looked behind him. "You aren't done yet, Sch-?" He stopped.
Mr.Smith could see them. Tears were gathering in the corner of his eyes. His mouth opened in a gape, then it systematically opened and closed before he blurted out a "What's wrong?!"
Schwanz's body shook. He closed his eyes and said in a pained voice, "I can't solve it!" He bit his lip. "The answer won't substitute back in...!"
Mr.Smith quickly whirled to face the problem. Damn! He couldn't have him crying in his classroom like this! Not only would it look bad, but it made him feel like he had stolen candy from some 5 year old!
His eyes darted through the lines quickly to search for the mistake. He gave a sigh of relief. "It's fine, Schwanz. Look." He pointed to the board. Schwanz looked up.
"See this? It’s supposed to be negative." He erased the plus sign and the entire line under it. "If you solve it like this," he did a few quick scribbles, "it works just fine." Mr.Smith circled the answer. "Okay?"
"Okay!" The boy smiled brightly.
Mr.Smith smiled back. He could hear the tiniest of whispers and giggling from the class. "Does everyone have this written down?"
There were blurted Yes's as they tried to keep in their laughter. The 'Aw! How cute's' were circulating around the room. He kept his smile in place. "Good. Schwanz, can you erase the board for me?" His hand slid over the smooth surface of a text book.
"Yeah!" Schwanz grabbed the eraser and quickly set to work.
Mr.Smith's hand gripped a book and launched it across the room. The boys scattered to get out of its path. He grabbed another one and chucked it in the direction they moved in to avoid it. He started to climb on his desk to get a better shot at them when he heard a clap of two small hands together as they brushed themselves off.
"Done!"
Mr.Smith turned and smiled. "Thank you! Now go have a seat, okay?"
"Okay!" Schwanz skipped off to his seat.
Face quickly turning to a glower, Mr.Smith turned demonic eyes onto the rest of the class. He put up his fist and raised his middle finger to them. If you say another word, I'll kill you all! Mr.Smith's lip rose, showing a snarl as he willed their deaths. Schwanz plopped down as the teacher's face magically turned to a smile.
Traine buried his head into his arms to try and stop his laughing.
Blue lines traveled down Ryan's face as his jaw flexed in amazement. First, there was that ninja, then something had happened up at the board, and people were snickering. He knew Mr.Smith threw books, but the entire classroom had come under his fury that time. Mr.Smith giving them all the bird didn't help his situation either. It was fortunate that there had been no causalities.
"Now," Mr.Smith's eyes narrowed as he turned on his heel slowly to face the board, "we'll be getting back to the lesson."
He raised the marker when laughter burst out in the middle of the room. He swung around, his hand already on a book when the door opened. An eraser flew past and Traine suffered a minor concussion as it collided with his temple, sending him to the floor.
"Ah! Stupid bastard, Icchan!" Traine sat up, rubbing his head. "What the fuck was-"
Mr. Smith threw the book anyway.
Traine flopped back and watched the pages ripple in the wind as it soared over his head. He gave a few heavy breaths and put a hand over his heart. "I think I almost died," Traine choked.
He was again hit with another eraser.
"Why do you keep *doing* that!" His head whipped to glare at the door, but instead came face to face with Icchan.
"Aaa! Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"Are you disrupting Mr. Smith's class?" Icchan waggled a finger. "Tsk. Tsk."
"YOU'RE doing more damage than HIM!" Mr. Smith bellowed, grabbing Icchan by the collar and forcibly kicking him out.
There was a 'And that's MASTER Icchan to you, Traine!' and another eraser hit its mark. Traine fell unconscious on the floor.
Ryan stared. What was WRONG with these people? Was this REALLY a school?
Mr. Smith's head hit his desk. Maybe, if he did it enough times, he could knock himself unconscious for 2 years and never have to see those delinquents ever again. He raised his head and banged.
Wham. WHam. WHAm. WHAM. Over and over again until he was starting to feel woozy. One more good hit would do the trick.
Pap.
He felt the softness of skin on his forehead. He raised his head to look at the person who had interrupted his suicide.
"Doesn't that hurt, teacher?" Green eyes looked at him worriedly.
He let his head fall back down with another soft 'Pap'. He couldn't even put himself out of his own misery...
Schwanz squatted in front of the desk, his hands still cupping Mr. Smith's head. "Mr. Smith?"
His body rose rigidly and he set his eyes on the boy. Even though Schwanz was 20, he still looked no older than 15, 16 at the most, and he couldn't think of him as a man. He was still a little child, and he was his adoring teacher that he looked up to and respected. It made him sick.
"Go outside for a second Schwanz," Mr. Smith told him.
"Huh? But why? I didn't-"
"You're not in trouble. I just need to tell all the other bad kids something."
He smiled. He wasn't in trouble! "Okay!" He quickly left the room.
Mr. Smith sighed, then his eyes shrank to small pin dots. "Now listen here you little bastards...!" he hissed, scaring a few of them. "I don't want another word about any of this out of ANY of you!" He pointed his finger at a few of them. "If I hear a single peep-!"
"Peep!" Craig said with a chuckle.
He fell from his desk as a book went careening towards his head. He gaped at the dent he could swear he saw in the wall a good 20 feet behind him and stared at Mr. Smith in a kind of shocked horror.
"You wanna try that again?!"
"N-No!" Craig stammered, cautiously climbing back into his seat.
"Then, as I was saying..." His voice became low and rumbled through the classroom. "If I hear a single word out of any of you, a 'How cute!' or 'How adorable!' or any other crap out of you that even REMOTELY seems like your talking about this, I'll beat the CRAP out of you with your own textbook and fail you with flying colors! And I'll tell the other teachers next year to make sure you sit front and center, and give you extra work, and make you clean up after class, because you need the discipline!"
There was silence.
"Is that understood, gentlemen?"
There was an uncertain, "Yes."
"Good." He smiled and stood up straight. "Now, with the 5 minutes we have left, I can give you your homework."
He started to write on the board. "Schwanz! You can come back in now!"
The door slid open and he bounced in. He took his seat, smiling because he wasn't in trouble.
Blaine sighed. Schwanz was so happy because he didn't get in trouble, but he didn't know he was the one causing the trouble. If he did know, Blaine wondered how he'd feel about it. He'd probably go off and cry somewhere. He shook his head. He almost felt sorry for Mr. Smith. The poor guy had this little boy who thought he meant the world and would do anything for him, and it only caused him infinite amounts of trouble and pending child molestations charges. Blaine looked back towards the window where Kris had jumped out of before. Both he and Blake's eyes met for a second. They stared, then broke away at the same time to pack up their things.
That guy was amazing, too. He had just come in the middle of the quarter before last. It had only taken him about 3 months to rise to the top 20. Unlike Ryan, he hadn't received any recommendations and had to start at the very bottom without the luxury of being automatically placed in the top 20 class at the same time.
He paused in his packing to give Blake another look. He gave a small smile. Even once he reached the top twenty, he didn't stop rising until he reached Blaine himself. He wasn't sure why he hadn't passed him yet. It wasn't like his growth had stopped. Blaine fastened his pack over his shoulder. Really... Why hadn't he passed him yet?
The harsh sound of the bell caused everyone to surge towards the door. Traine kicked Ryan out the door and was rewarded with a curse and lots of mad swiping to punch him back. He was doing well to avoid them until he was hit in the back of the head by the Teacher's Edition. He fell to the ground in a lump, again unconscious.
Ryan stopped, stared at Mr.Smith, who was straightening up his papers. That man was crazy... but since he had knocked Traine out... He gave him a kick in the stomach. Traine coughed and curled up into a loose ball.
"Bastard!" Ryan snorted, stalking towards the staircase.
Blake and Blaine squeezed out through the door at the same time. Blake gave him something similar to a glare from underneath his bangs. Blaine stared back with his right eye, his other being hidden by a curtain of blonde.
"Move," Blake growled.
Blaine's eyebrow lowered. His hand came up and grabbed the side of Blake's head and pushed him through the door. "Shut up."
He stumbled through then whipped around. His teeth clenched and he started to clench his fist before his eyes had even focused on Blaine. The blonde stooped to pick up Traine's unconscious body under his arm and take Traine's briefcase in the other.
"Let's go, or we'll be late."
Blake seethed, cursing under his breath and spitting into a trashcan mounted to the wall.
"Thank you for throwing away your trash!" it said in a happy voice.
He was going to kick it, but instead re-adjusted his suitcase in his hand and stalked up the stairs after Blaine. Stupid prick...
Blaine dumped Traine into his seat just as the bell rang for class to begin. He took his time getting to his own seat.
Ms.Brykes sauntered into the classroom and dropped her files. "Alright, let's get started."
"You're later than normal," Thomas observed.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I had to drop a few things off."
She sighed and adjusted her glasses. "Alright. Let's get started."
She turned to the board. The entire class was quiet, not exactly sure of her mood.
Even Ryan noticed she wasn't her normal cheerful self, and he had only known her 2 days.
She lectured, and wrote on the board, and gave them problems. She went around once or twice, making sure they were doing it, then went back to lecturing. This class was definitely calmer than his first period. He sometimes wondered how Mr.Smith could start his day off with so much stress...
They all started on their homework 15 minutes before the bell rang, and most finished before the end of the period. Traine wasn't one of them. He had dozed off sometime during the second lecture. In fact, Ryan wasn't sure if Traine had ever regained consciousness after being hit with that book...
They changed classes and Ryan faced the terrors of English. Blaine had dragged Traine's body again. Ryan realized then that Blaine had told the teacher the situation before just leaving Traine to fend for himself.
He found it strange that the teachers didn't question the truth of it or try to send him to the clinic. Then again, Icchan would probably make it worse... He was the one who did it, after all.
Not to mention, Ms.Brykes came in late, so how did she even know what happened before hand? Blaine didn't have a chance to tell her... She *was* only one floor above the science room, so maybe she just heard it... Traine's head did have a distinctive 'THUNKing' noise when hit...
Ryan tapped his pencil on the desk. He didn't give a damn about poetry... This was killing him.
He could see Traine starting to stir. That lucky bastard got to sleep... Ryan picked up his eraser and tossed it into the air a few times. He glanced over at Traine, looked at the eraser, then chucked it at his head.
It bounced off his forehead and Traine's eyes shot open. Then, they went back to normal as he sat up. He raised a hand to the back of his head to gently rub it. He used his other to scratch at his forehead.
"I see we're awake, Mr.Thompson. Have a nice nap?" the teacher asked sourly.
"Not really," Traine replied.
"It doesn't matter. You owe me all the work for today and an essay. I want it all done by tomorrow."
Traine frowned, but said nothing. Ryan began to tap his pencil on the table again while Blaine put his things away. Not matter what class they were in, it was like he took very single thing out of his book bag. Maybe he only had one notebook or something...
Ryan crashed and burned during History, not once opening his eyes after the bell rang and his head hit the table. It was Traine's turn to pelt things at Ryan, and as long as it was smaller than his middle finger, it was tossed towards the unconscious boy's head. It was after the fifth eraser that Ryan's eyes cracked open the slightest bit. It wasn't enough to be noticed by anyone else, but he vaguely remembered the small amount of light and the frying of his retinas. They shut immediately.
Even during lunch, he only managed to inhale his food and flop back down. There was no reason for him to be so tired, but... Ugh...
Coach Wilkes gave Ryan the 'Eye of Doom' as it got to be called. He was nodding off against the wall in the corner.
Instead of shouting at him, he did an even worse thing. "Thompson."
Traine looked up. "Yeah?"
"You're training with Sharps today, so go get him and take the far corner."
Traine chuckled and stalked over to the dozing boy. He shouted in his ear and Ryan jumped away, bringing up his fist immediately.
"Thorps and Erics, in the other corner."
Blake glared at Blaine as they walked across the floor.
"Still angry about this morning?" Blaine questioned, a smile on his lips.
"Fuck off."
"I never knew you were so sensitive. I guess I won't joke with you anymore."
Blake started to tense.
Blaine just laughed. "Come on then," he egged him on as he waved a hand towards him. "You don't wanna stay 3rd forever, do you?"
Blake's face slowly twisted into a snarl. His pace quickened as they continued towards the corner until he was at a full run towards the blonde.
"I'll shut that mouth of yours...!"
Blaine smiled as he dodged the first few swings, then it dissolved the moment he went on the offensive. Blake brought up his forearms and absorbed the force of the punch.
He slid back and looked past his fist to see Blaine's advancing shadow. Blake jogged backwards and his eyes followed Blaine's approach.
When he was fighting Blaine, he knew that no little tricks would work, and that he would have to really push himself. He liked to think that he was stronger, but since they didn't really lift weights, there was only one way to test their strength, and that was by fighting.
"Hya!"
Blake dodged a palm. It was also strange the way he fought. He would usually strike you with his palm, but it was nothing like a slap. It carried the force of a punch over a larger area, and it left bad bruises. That one strike could leave you dazed for a few seconds, and that was all it took for him to finish you off. Blake had learned that the hard way several times.
Only when Blaine was angry did he ever use his fists, and that had only happened once. Blake felt lucky that it wasn't him who had pissed Blaine off. He was a monster when he was angry; but, that could be said about all of them in the top five. Between Blaine, Traine, Schwanz, Kris, and himself, a large gang would be no problem, and maybe a regiment of troops, even with their equipment.
Technically, Kris was still at the bottom of the rankings, but that was simply because he didn't come to school. He snuck in and out and did as he pleased. He came occasionally for ranking matches, and that was why he wasn't at the very bottom. He'd dispatch his opponent quickly and come watch them fight. The bastard was just a wanna-be ninja anyway. The asshole didn’t even deserve to come to class at all.
Muttering to himself, Blake let his mind change topics. He always enjoyed the fights between the top three. He wasn't particularly overprotective of Schwanz, but they were all weary of roughing up the boy too much. He loved to play, and they'd get irritated with him and smack him around until he started to bawl and gave up. It was more verbal than physical attacks. Strangely, he would beat down anyone below him viscously, giving no one a chance to break into the top three.
It was possible Schwanz was stronger than both Blaine and himself, but he had never been serious enough to try. Blake looked at the boy as he bounced around swiftly dodging Craig's attacks. He was sure Schwanz was stronger than him, because he was with Kris. Despite his hatred of Kris, he knew he was strong. He wouldn't associate with those who were weak, and Kris was only around Schwanz...
Blake felt a light push on his shoulder.
"Focus, Blake," Blaine chastised. He backed away and retook his stance. "If you're so angry at me, why are you standing there like a target?"
Blake gave a slow blink. "Targets are meant to be hit. If I'm just sitting there like one, why didn't you just hit me?"
Blaine sighed. "Because it's one of the rare times you take the time to think. Whatever it was must have been important."
"Are you saying I don't think?"
"Not in the middle of a match."
Blake stared at Blaine for a moment. He exhaled and relaxed his stance before he ran a hand through his hair and turned his back to his opponent.
"I'm not into this anymore."
Blaine's eyebrows arched down. What was that supposed to mean?
Blake started to walk away, the hand that had once been in his hair now rubbing the back of his neck.
Blaine's eyes widened slightly. Was he...? Was Blake walking away from him and their fight? His teeth clenched. He had nerve, to start this fight so intensely then just blow it off.
"Don't turn your back on me, Blake!"
He stopped. There was the slightest turn and his eyes pierced the others'. At first, it was just a look; then, the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk.
"Now who's the one that's angry, Blaine?"
His body twitched. "Don't just tell me you don't feel like it anymore and turn your back to me!"
"You're more sensitive than I am."
Blaine's face slowly scrunched into an angry scowl. "Only because you aren't showing the proper etiquette for when you're with me!"
"Lover's spat?" Craig questioned in a low voice.
Schwanz stopped his jumping around to look. "Lovers?"
"It means one of them is getting fucked up the ass." Craig re-started their match and pounced towards the seemingly inattentive Schwanz.
Schwanz watched Blaine and Blake. "That doesn't seem very pleasant." His hand came up and smacked Craig across the face, sending him off in another tangent direction. "I think they just don't understand one another."
"I act the same around everyone." Blake's body moved a little more towards Blaine.
The blonde's face cracked, then it turned to a smile that paved the way for laughter.
"You're joking right?" Blaine chuckled. He lifted his hand and placed it on top of Blake's head.
He scowled and started to duck under it, but was pushed roughly to the side as Blaine walked past.
Blake smacked the still outstretched hand and exclaimed, "What the fuck was that for?!"
"You're a liar." Blaine said seriously, eyeing Blake's fists warily. "I've done that to you twice today, and anyone else would have had their face rearranged after the first time, much less have the strength to do it again."
Blake glared. “The third time is death for anyone, even you...”
Blaine smirked. “So I get special treatment after all?”
Blake turned and walked away, not affording an answer. Blaine really pissed him off. He didn’t know why he didn’t beat the shit out of him either...
The blonde chuckled to himself. Blake was just like a little kid sometimes. He couldn’t help but pick and poke at him just to make him mad. Manipulating Blake was one of his favorite past times.
Blaine sighed and wiped the smile off his face. They’d all go out drinking tonight and he’d make it up to Blake. He was one of the worst people to have mad at you, even though he was harmless.
He joined Blake in watching Traine play around with a miserable Ryan. Blake was giving off his ‘I hate you’ and ‘I’ll kill you’ aura. It was a little distracting, but he’d had the pestering aura aimed at him so many times that it no longer held the foreboding feeling of death it once had.
“Come on, little pansy! You sound AND fight like a girl!”
That’s when Ryan stopped his chase, crossed his arms over his chest, and tapped his foot. “You know what?” Ryan stretched his arm forward and lifted his middle finger. “Fuck you!”
“No thank you.”
“I wasn’t offering!” Ryan pushed his other hand forward and flicked him off with his second finger. “You want surround sound! Here!” He waved his hands from side to side. “Can you hear it yet?! God, you’re such an ass wipe!” Ryan growled, storming off towards the exit. “All of you fuckers can go to hell...!”
Traine started to laugh. Ryan stopped and made his way back. His fist connected with Traine’s jaw and the red head flew back on his ass.
“Yeah! You go ahead and keep laughing!”
“You’re going to regret that, stupid fucker!” Traine wiped his mouth as he stood.
“What the hell is going on here?! Can’t I leave you guys alone for a few minutes without riots breaking out?!”
Heads turned to see Coach Wilkes standing in the door way with his hands on his hips.
“All of you, get out! Class is almost over and I’m tired of seeing your faces!” He pointed out the door and stared at them. No one moved. “I MEANT IT! GET OUT!”
Everyone slowly filed out. Wilkes rubbed his temples and wondered why he decided to become a teacher. He should have become a Computer Analyst.
Author’s Note: This chapter ended abruptly… There really weren’t any natural chapter stops for another 1,892 words on 4 pages. Even for me, that’s way to long. I’m trying to limit it to 10-15 pages per chapter. =_=
Series Rating : PG-13 - NC-17
Word Count : 5,599
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4 : Sparkles, Ninjas, and Special Treatment
There was a soft beeping noise coming from beside her. She rolled away from it and let herself drift back to sleep. It got louder, and louder, until it was a horrifying horn sound every second behind her.
Her hand sailed through the air and smacked the clock away. Unfortunately, it didn't turn it off. It would clink, then buzz, clink and buzz. She couldn't stand it anymore... She kicked off the covers and crushed it. God! She HATED her alarm clock, and now since it was broken... she guessed she had to get a new one. Yippee...
She pulled on some clothes and dragged into the mini-dojo. She gave a limp stretch. Her muscles were sore. The beating from Traine combined with the extra-curricular work out was taking its toll. She twisted from one side to the other, hoping to relax her muscles. Slowly, she regained her flexibility, and decided she wouldn't be doing any practices this morning. She didn't have enough time.
She slipped out just as Blaine entered from his side. He heard the click and arched a brow. He'd planned on watching him a bit, but he had finished early.
Renee sighed and trudged into the bathroom. She turned the shower on and removed her clothes. The bruises were turning a sickening yellowy color now. Normally, they'd still be blue and black, but she had a fast recovery rate. That was good, since she was sure the first thing Traine would do was punch her shoulder or give her arm a viscous poke.
She rolled her shoulders and let the heated drops further loosen her muscles. She wondered what time it was, but she had no idea because that had been her only clock.
She grabbed a towel and dried off. Wrapping it around her head, she pulled out a pair of Ace bandages. She started around the top of her breasts and worked her way down to her naval. She always added a few extra wraps around her waist to try and make herself look straighter. One day, someone's going to lift her shirt and wonder what's under there. She didn't know how it would happen, but it would.
She pulled on some boxers and her black dress pants. Her hair fell around her face as she removed the towel and dropped it on the floor. She pulled out her small dryer and plugged it into the outlet beside the sink.
Renee dried her hair and pulled it back into its ponytail. She thought about her voice and wondered if she sounded more masculine now. Traine hadn't said anything else, but that didn't mean anything. She had thought about getting an implant that she can turn on and off, but it would make her neck look odd and would change her normal voice. Not to mention it sounded really obvious when anybody used it.
She grabbed the tie off the hanger and slipped it over her head. He tightened it before reaching down for his briefcase and leaving out the door.
He took the elevator, cringing at the thought of having to climb up and down stairs all day, and waited for the ping of the ground floor.
It dinged, and he walked out. There were still some people in the lobby, so he was relatively safe from being late.
"You can still walk, femme-boy?" came an obnoxious voice.
Ryan's eyebrow twitched. "Apparently you didn't beat me down hard enough, coal for brains."
He ducked a swipe to his head and bounced away. "Too slow, freight."
"Why you-"
There were loud gongs of a bell from across the street.
"Lucky little punk," Traine snarled, raising a fist. "Five minutes isn't enough to beat the shit out of you."
"Too tired from yesterday? Your stamina must be lacking." Ryan scurried away before Traine could lunge at him.
He was having fun this morning, regardless of how tired he was.
Ryan walked up to the classroom door and noticed the note. Go to H-11 for Physics today. He gave a small cry at having to climb the stairs. Ugh. This is so retarded... why the hell... he thought as he jogged up the stairs.
The second warning bell rang and he picked up his pace. Two blurs past him and he had to blink. Traine and Blake both dashed up the final flight and cursed at each other as they both tried to go in the door at the same time. Ryan rounded the corner and watched them struggle until Blake kicked Traine aside and shot through first.
"BASTARD!" Traine ran after him.
Ryan slowed and barely made it to the door by the time the final bell rang. He fell into his seat, breathing heavily. Traine and Blake were glaring over him at each other, each taking in large lungfuls of air.
Mr. Smith picked up the marker and the soft screeching noises started as he wrote up lesson for the day. "Okay." He set his book on the table. "Today we're going to-"
There was a poof as something exploded outside and smoke appeared under the door. Everyone stared, some smiling knowingly. Mr.Smith's face took on a 'Please help me,' look for the briefest of moments.
There was excited laughter and a body flew through the door. There was a loud 'BOOM' as it landed right in front of Mr.Smith.
"I'm back, Mr.Smith!! And I made you lunch!!" Hands thrust forward the brown bag, and it waved back and forth in front of the teacher's face.
His lip curled upward, but it didn't quite make a smile. "Thank you Schwanz, now have a seat."
There was an excited shout and the strawberry blonde bounced around the front of the room. Mr.Smith had said thank you! He twirled around until someone grabbed him by the back of his shirt.
Ryan's eyes bulged. "Was that a... NINJA?"
"That's enough, now sit down," he admonished, plopping the youth into his seat.
"But Kris!"
"No buts! Don't give the teacher a hard time! I'll pick you up after school."
"Where do you think you're going, Kris Madison? You're still enrolled here, too."
Kris smiled, then dropped a small metal ball on the floor. "Smoke bomb," he replied. It exploded and smoke filled the room.
Everyone coughed and covered their faces. Ryan opened an eye just in time to see him fly out the window.
There was a shout and a terrified, "HOLY FUCK! THIS IS THE 4TH FLOOR!"
Mr. Smith yelled back, "No cursing in my classroom!"
"But I'm not-!" There was a crash and a small whimper of, "I'm saved." Then, another crack, a surprised 'Ack!' and a bigger crack as the tree limb broke completely from the tree.
"SHIIIIIITTT~!" And there was a loud boom as something hit the ground, then shuffles of leaves as the branches fell on top.
"I TOLD you!" Mr.Smith snarled, leaning out the window. "No CURSING!"
Mr.Smith looked down at the ground. He didn't see him... The other students crowded around behind him to get a peek. All they saw was grass... Then, there was a strange flutter from the ground and the grass texture magically lifted up off the ground and fluttered away. An unconscious Kris lay on his back, foam coming from his mouth.
Ryan sweatdropped. He was an idiot to forget he was on the 4th floor...
Traine burst out laughing. "Idiot!"
Blaine turned his head and chuckled. Blake's face showed the slightest and nastiest smile Ryan had ever seen the man give. If only he knew…
Schwanz laughed, his eyes taking on a strange glow. "Sometimes I wonder if he really believes he's a ninja..."
Mr.Smith looked at him for a moment before coughing into his closed fist. "Alright, spectacle is over. Let's get back to class. We've wasted enough time." He leaned further out the window. "Kris! I'm going to send Icchan out there to help you!"
Kris' eyes shot open and his body bolted upright. "Where's that bastard, Icchan?!" He jumped to a crouch. Another smoke bomb erupted and he was gone.
Mr.Smith raised an eyebrow. He didn't know exactly what Kris had against Icchan, but knowing the ‘doctor’, it was something really horrible. That or it was just so embarrassing you’d die.
Kris wobbled against the trunk of the tree. Damn. His legs hurt like hell and he could barely get behind the tree before the smoke wore off. That fall from the 4th floor really took it out of him. He'd have to do more training...
Everybody grumbled as they went back to their seats. Mr.Smith took to the front of the class and stopped awkwardly.
Schwanz looked at him from his seat, eyes sparkling brightly.
Mr.Smith had to squint in order to see beyond the light of Schwanz's innocence beam.
He turned and jerkily started to write on the board again. He could hear the laughter of the students and already imagined the rumors spreading around. All the while, he could feel those bright eyes on the back of his head, staring, waiting for him to turn around and pin him.
He was glad Ryan hadn't seen him like this when he first arrived. David Smith was sure a lot of them thought he was gay, but if they had those eyes on them everywhere they went, they'd understand how uncomfortable it was.
"Schwanz," Mr. Smith said, turning his head to the side slightly.
He popped up from his chair with a 'YES!'’.
"Come to the board and solve this problem."
Schwanz skipped forward and took the marker gently from his hands. He looked at him with a wide smile then started. Mr.Smith gave an inward sigh of relief. That should keep him busy for at least a minute. He went on with his lesson, occasionally pointing to the board. He felt so much better without those eyes on him. He paused briefly to flip a few pages ahead in the book when he remembered Schwanz was still at the board.
He looked behind him. "You aren't done yet, Sch-?" He stopped.
Mr.Smith could see them. Tears were gathering in the corner of his eyes. His mouth opened in a gape, then it systematically opened and closed before he blurted out a "What's wrong?!"
Schwanz's body shook. He closed his eyes and said in a pained voice, "I can't solve it!" He bit his lip. "The answer won't substitute back in...!"
Mr.Smith quickly whirled to face the problem. Damn! He couldn't have him crying in his classroom like this! Not only would it look bad, but it made him feel like he had stolen candy from some 5 year old!
His eyes darted through the lines quickly to search for the mistake. He gave a sigh of relief. "It's fine, Schwanz. Look." He pointed to the board. Schwanz looked up.
"See this? It’s supposed to be negative." He erased the plus sign and the entire line under it. "If you solve it like this," he did a few quick scribbles, "it works just fine." Mr.Smith circled the answer. "Okay?"
"Okay!" The boy smiled brightly.
Mr.Smith smiled back. He could hear the tiniest of whispers and giggling from the class. "Does everyone have this written down?"
There were blurted Yes's as they tried to keep in their laughter. The 'Aw! How cute's' were circulating around the room. He kept his smile in place. "Good. Schwanz, can you erase the board for me?" His hand slid over the smooth surface of a text book.
"Yeah!" Schwanz grabbed the eraser and quickly set to work.
Mr.Smith's hand gripped a book and launched it across the room. The boys scattered to get out of its path. He grabbed another one and chucked it in the direction they moved in to avoid it. He started to climb on his desk to get a better shot at them when he heard a clap of two small hands together as they brushed themselves off.
"Done!"
Mr.Smith turned and smiled. "Thank you! Now go have a seat, okay?"
"Okay!" Schwanz skipped off to his seat.
Face quickly turning to a glower, Mr.Smith turned demonic eyes onto the rest of the class. He put up his fist and raised his middle finger to them. If you say another word, I'll kill you all! Mr.Smith's lip rose, showing a snarl as he willed their deaths. Schwanz plopped down as the teacher's face magically turned to a smile.
Traine buried his head into his arms to try and stop his laughing.
Blue lines traveled down Ryan's face as his jaw flexed in amazement. First, there was that ninja, then something had happened up at the board, and people were snickering. He knew Mr.Smith threw books, but the entire classroom had come under his fury that time. Mr.Smith giving them all the bird didn't help his situation either. It was fortunate that there had been no causalities.
"Now," Mr.Smith's eyes narrowed as he turned on his heel slowly to face the board, "we'll be getting back to the lesson."
He raised the marker when laughter burst out in the middle of the room. He swung around, his hand already on a book when the door opened. An eraser flew past and Traine suffered a minor concussion as it collided with his temple, sending him to the floor.
"Ah! Stupid bastard, Icchan!" Traine sat up, rubbing his head. "What the fuck was-"
Mr. Smith threw the book anyway.
Traine flopped back and watched the pages ripple in the wind as it soared over his head. He gave a few heavy breaths and put a hand over his heart. "I think I almost died," Traine choked.
He was again hit with another eraser.
"Why do you keep *doing* that!" His head whipped to glare at the door, but instead came face to face with Icchan.
"Aaa! Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"Are you disrupting Mr. Smith's class?" Icchan waggled a finger. "Tsk. Tsk."
"YOU'RE doing more damage than HIM!" Mr. Smith bellowed, grabbing Icchan by the collar and forcibly kicking him out.
There was a 'And that's MASTER Icchan to you, Traine!' and another eraser hit its mark. Traine fell unconscious on the floor.
Ryan stared. What was WRONG with these people? Was this REALLY a school?
Mr. Smith's head hit his desk. Maybe, if he did it enough times, he could knock himself unconscious for 2 years and never have to see those delinquents ever again. He raised his head and banged.
Wham. WHam. WHAm. WHAM. Over and over again until he was starting to feel woozy. One more good hit would do the trick.
Pap.
He felt the softness of skin on his forehead. He raised his head to look at the person who had interrupted his suicide.
"Doesn't that hurt, teacher?" Green eyes looked at him worriedly.
He let his head fall back down with another soft 'Pap'. He couldn't even put himself out of his own misery...
Schwanz squatted in front of the desk, his hands still cupping Mr. Smith's head. "Mr. Smith?"
His body rose rigidly and he set his eyes on the boy. Even though Schwanz was 20, he still looked no older than 15, 16 at the most, and he couldn't think of him as a man. He was still a little child, and he was his adoring teacher that he looked up to and respected. It made him sick.
"Go outside for a second Schwanz," Mr. Smith told him.
"Huh? But why? I didn't-"
"You're not in trouble. I just need to tell all the other bad kids something."
He smiled. He wasn't in trouble! "Okay!" He quickly left the room.
Mr. Smith sighed, then his eyes shrank to small pin dots. "Now listen here you little bastards...!" he hissed, scaring a few of them. "I don't want another word about any of this out of ANY of you!" He pointed his finger at a few of them. "If I hear a single peep-!"
"Peep!" Craig said with a chuckle.
He fell from his desk as a book went careening towards his head. He gaped at the dent he could swear he saw in the wall a good 20 feet behind him and stared at Mr. Smith in a kind of shocked horror.
"You wanna try that again?!"
"N-No!" Craig stammered, cautiously climbing back into his seat.
"Then, as I was saying..." His voice became low and rumbled through the classroom. "If I hear a single word out of any of you, a 'How cute!' or 'How adorable!' or any other crap out of you that even REMOTELY seems like your talking about this, I'll beat the CRAP out of you with your own textbook and fail you with flying colors! And I'll tell the other teachers next year to make sure you sit front and center, and give you extra work, and make you clean up after class, because you need the discipline!"
There was silence.
"Is that understood, gentlemen?"
There was an uncertain, "Yes."
"Good." He smiled and stood up straight. "Now, with the 5 minutes we have left, I can give you your homework."
He started to write on the board. "Schwanz! You can come back in now!"
The door slid open and he bounced in. He took his seat, smiling because he wasn't in trouble.
Blaine sighed. Schwanz was so happy because he didn't get in trouble, but he didn't know he was the one causing the trouble. If he did know, Blaine wondered how he'd feel about it. He'd probably go off and cry somewhere. He shook his head. He almost felt sorry for Mr. Smith. The poor guy had this little boy who thought he meant the world and would do anything for him, and it only caused him infinite amounts of trouble and pending child molestations charges. Blaine looked back towards the window where Kris had jumped out of before. Both he and Blake's eyes met for a second. They stared, then broke away at the same time to pack up their things.
That guy was amazing, too. He had just come in the middle of the quarter before last. It had only taken him about 3 months to rise to the top 20. Unlike Ryan, he hadn't received any recommendations and had to start at the very bottom without the luxury of being automatically placed in the top 20 class at the same time.
He paused in his packing to give Blake another look. He gave a small smile. Even once he reached the top twenty, he didn't stop rising until he reached Blaine himself. He wasn't sure why he hadn't passed him yet. It wasn't like his growth had stopped. Blaine fastened his pack over his shoulder. Really... Why hadn't he passed him yet?
The harsh sound of the bell caused everyone to surge towards the door. Traine kicked Ryan out the door and was rewarded with a curse and lots of mad swiping to punch him back. He was doing well to avoid them until he was hit in the back of the head by the Teacher's Edition. He fell to the ground in a lump, again unconscious.
Ryan stopped, stared at Mr.Smith, who was straightening up his papers. That man was crazy... but since he had knocked Traine out... He gave him a kick in the stomach. Traine coughed and curled up into a loose ball.
"Bastard!" Ryan snorted, stalking towards the staircase.
Blake and Blaine squeezed out through the door at the same time. Blake gave him something similar to a glare from underneath his bangs. Blaine stared back with his right eye, his other being hidden by a curtain of blonde.
"Move," Blake growled.
Blaine's eyebrow lowered. His hand came up and grabbed the side of Blake's head and pushed him through the door. "Shut up."
He stumbled through then whipped around. His teeth clenched and he started to clench his fist before his eyes had even focused on Blaine. The blonde stooped to pick up Traine's unconscious body under his arm and take Traine's briefcase in the other.
"Let's go, or we'll be late."
Blake seethed, cursing under his breath and spitting into a trashcan mounted to the wall.
"Thank you for throwing away your trash!" it said in a happy voice.
He was going to kick it, but instead re-adjusted his suitcase in his hand and stalked up the stairs after Blaine. Stupid prick...
Blaine dumped Traine into his seat just as the bell rang for class to begin. He took his time getting to his own seat.
Ms.Brykes sauntered into the classroom and dropped her files. "Alright, let's get started."
"You're later than normal," Thomas observed.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I had to drop a few things off."
She sighed and adjusted her glasses. "Alright. Let's get started."
She turned to the board. The entire class was quiet, not exactly sure of her mood.
Even Ryan noticed she wasn't her normal cheerful self, and he had only known her 2 days.
She lectured, and wrote on the board, and gave them problems. She went around once or twice, making sure they were doing it, then went back to lecturing. This class was definitely calmer than his first period. He sometimes wondered how Mr.Smith could start his day off with so much stress...
They all started on their homework 15 minutes before the bell rang, and most finished before the end of the period. Traine wasn't one of them. He had dozed off sometime during the second lecture. In fact, Ryan wasn't sure if Traine had ever regained consciousness after being hit with that book...
They changed classes and Ryan faced the terrors of English. Blaine had dragged Traine's body again. Ryan realized then that Blaine had told the teacher the situation before just leaving Traine to fend for himself.
He found it strange that the teachers didn't question the truth of it or try to send him to the clinic. Then again, Icchan would probably make it worse... He was the one who did it, after all.
Not to mention, Ms.Brykes came in late, so how did she even know what happened before hand? Blaine didn't have a chance to tell her... She *was* only one floor above the science room, so maybe she just heard it... Traine's head did have a distinctive 'THUNKing' noise when hit...
Ryan tapped his pencil on the desk. He didn't give a damn about poetry... This was killing him.
He could see Traine starting to stir. That lucky bastard got to sleep... Ryan picked up his eraser and tossed it into the air a few times. He glanced over at Traine, looked at the eraser, then chucked it at his head.
It bounced off his forehead and Traine's eyes shot open. Then, they went back to normal as he sat up. He raised a hand to the back of his head to gently rub it. He used his other to scratch at his forehead.
"I see we're awake, Mr.Thompson. Have a nice nap?" the teacher asked sourly.
"Not really," Traine replied.
"It doesn't matter. You owe me all the work for today and an essay. I want it all done by tomorrow."
Traine frowned, but said nothing. Ryan began to tap his pencil on the table again while Blaine put his things away. Not matter what class they were in, it was like he took very single thing out of his book bag. Maybe he only had one notebook or something...
Ryan crashed and burned during History, not once opening his eyes after the bell rang and his head hit the table. It was Traine's turn to pelt things at Ryan, and as long as it was smaller than his middle finger, it was tossed towards the unconscious boy's head. It was after the fifth eraser that Ryan's eyes cracked open the slightest bit. It wasn't enough to be noticed by anyone else, but he vaguely remembered the small amount of light and the frying of his retinas. They shut immediately.
Even during lunch, he only managed to inhale his food and flop back down. There was no reason for him to be so tired, but... Ugh...
Coach Wilkes gave Ryan the 'Eye of Doom' as it got to be called. He was nodding off against the wall in the corner.
Instead of shouting at him, he did an even worse thing. "Thompson."
Traine looked up. "Yeah?"
"You're training with Sharps today, so go get him and take the far corner."
Traine chuckled and stalked over to the dozing boy. He shouted in his ear and Ryan jumped away, bringing up his fist immediately.
"Thorps and Erics, in the other corner."
Blake glared at Blaine as they walked across the floor.
"Still angry about this morning?" Blaine questioned, a smile on his lips.
"Fuck off."
"I never knew you were so sensitive. I guess I won't joke with you anymore."
Blake started to tense.
Blaine just laughed. "Come on then," he egged him on as he waved a hand towards him. "You don't wanna stay 3rd forever, do you?"
Blake's face slowly twisted into a snarl. His pace quickened as they continued towards the corner until he was at a full run towards the blonde.
"I'll shut that mouth of yours...!"
Blaine smiled as he dodged the first few swings, then it dissolved the moment he went on the offensive. Blake brought up his forearms and absorbed the force of the punch.
He slid back and looked past his fist to see Blaine's advancing shadow. Blake jogged backwards and his eyes followed Blaine's approach.
When he was fighting Blaine, he knew that no little tricks would work, and that he would have to really push himself. He liked to think that he was stronger, but since they didn't really lift weights, there was only one way to test their strength, and that was by fighting.
"Hya!"
Blake dodged a palm. It was also strange the way he fought. He would usually strike you with his palm, but it was nothing like a slap. It carried the force of a punch over a larger area, and it left bad bruises. That one strike could leave you dazed for a few seconds, and that was all it took for him to finish you off. Blake had learned that the hard way several times.
Only when Blaine was angry did he ever use his fists, and that had only happened once. Blake felt lucky that it wasn't him who had pissed Blaine off. He was a monster when he was angry; but, that could be said about all of them in the top five. Between Blaine, Traine, Schwanz, Kris, and himself, a large gang would be no problem, and maybe a regiment of troops, even with their equipment.
Technically, Kris was still at the bottom of the rankings, but that was simply because he didn't come to school. He snuck in and out and did as he pleased. He came occasionally for ranking matches, and that was why he wasn't at the very bottom. He'd dispatch his opponent quickly and come watch them fight. The bastard was just a wanna-be ninja anyway. The asshole didn’t even deserve to come to class at all.
Muttering to himself, Blake let his mind change topics. He always enjoyed the fights between the top three. He wasn't particularly overprotective of Schwanz, but they were all weary of roughing up the boy too much. He loved to play, and they'd get irritated with him and smack him around until he started to bawl and gave up. It was more verbal than physical attacks. Strangely, he would beat down anyone below him viscously, giving no one a chance to break into the top three.
It was possible Schwanz was stronger than both Blaine and himself, but he had never been serious enough to try. Blake looked at the boy as he bounced around swiftly dodging Craig's attacks. He was sure Schwanz was stronger than him, because he was with Kris. Despite his hatred of Kris, he knew he was strong. He wouldn't associate with those who were weak, and Kris was only around Schwanz...
Blake felt a light push on his shoulder.
"Focus, Blake," Blaine chastised. He backed away and retook his stance. "If you're so angry at me, why are you standing there like a target?"
Blake gave a slow blink. "Targets are meant to be hit. If I'm just sitting there like one, why didn't you just hit me?"
Blaine sighed. "Because it's one of the rare times you take the time to think. Whatever it was must have been important."
"Are you saying I don't think?"
"Not in the middle of a match."
Blake stared at Blaine for a moment. He exhaled and relaxed his stance before he ran a hand through his hair and turned his back to his opponent.
"I'm not into this anymore."
Blaine's eyebrows arched down. What was that supposed to mean?
Blake started to walk away, the hand that had once been in his hair now rubbing the back of his neck.
Blaine's eyes widened slightly. Was he...? Was Blake walking away from him and their fight? His teeth clenched. He had nerve, to start this fight so intensely then just blow it off.
"Don't turn your back on me, Blake!"
He stopped. There was the slightest turn and his eyes pierced the others'. At first, it was just a look; then, the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk.
"Now who's the one that's angry, Blaine?"
His body twitched. "Don't just tell me you don't feel like it anymore and turn your back to me!"
"You're more sensitive than I am."
Blaine's face slowly scrunched into an angry scowl. "Only because you aren't showing the proper etiquette for when you're with me!"
"Lover's spat?" Craig questioned in a low voice.
Schwanz stopped his jumping around to look. "Lovers?"
"It means one of them is getting fucked up the ass." Craig re-started their match and pounced towards the seemingly inattentive Schwanz.
Schwanz watched Blaine and Blake. "That doesn't seem very pleasant." His hand came up and smacked Craig across the face, sending him off in another tangent direction. "I think they just don't understand one another."
"I act the same around everyone." Blake's body moved a little more towards Blaine.
The blonde's face cracked, then it turned to a smile that paved the way for laughter.
"You're joking right?" Blaine chuckled. He lifted his hand and placed it on top of Blake's head.
He scowled and started to duck under it, but was pushed roughly to the side as Blaine walked past.
Blake smacked the still outstretched hand and exclaimed, "What the fuck was that for?!"
"You're a liar." Blaine said seriously, eyeing Blake's fists warily. "I've done that to you twice today, and anyone else would have had their face rearranged after the first time, much less have the strength to do it again."
Blake glared. “The third time is death for anyone, even you...”
Blaine smirked. “So I get special treatment after all?”
Blake turned and walked away, not affording an answer. Blaine really pissed him off. He didn’t know why he didn’t beat the shit out of him either...
The blonde chuckled to himself. Blake was just like a little kid sometimes. He couldn’t help but pick and poke at him just to make him mad. Manipulating Blake was one of his favorite past times.
Blaine sighed and wiped the smile off his face. They’d all go out drinking tonight and he’d make it up to Blake. He was one of the worst people to have mad at you, even though he was harmless.
He joined Blake in watching Traine play around with a miserable Ryan. Blake was giving off his ‘I hate you’ and ‘I’ll kill you’ aura. It was a little distracting, but he’d had the pestering aura aimed at him so many times that it no longer held the foreboding feeling of death it once had.
“Come on, little pansy! You sound AND fight like a girl!”
That’s when Ryan stopped his chase, crossed his arms over his chest, and tapped his foot. “You know what?” Ryan stretched his arm forward and lifted his middle finger. “Fuck you!”
“No thank you.”
“I wasn’t offering!” Ryan pushed his other hand forward and flicked him off with his second finger. “You want surround sound! Here!” He waved his hands from side to side. “Can you hear it yet?! God, you’re such an ass wipe!” Ryan growled, storming off towards the exit. “All of you fuckers can go to hell...!”
Traine started to laugh. Ryan stopped and made his way back. His fist connected with Traine’s jaw and the red head flew back on his ass.
“Yeah! You go ahead and keep laughing!”
“You’re going to regret that, stupid fucker!” Traine wiped his mouth as he stood.
“What the hell is going on here?! Can’t I leave you guys alone for a few minutes without riots breaking out?!”
Heads turned to see Coach Wilkes standing in the door way with his hands on his hips.
“All of you, get out! Class is almost over and I’m tired of seeing your faces!” He pointed out the door and stared at them. No one moved. “I MEANT IT! GET OUT!”
Everyone slowly filed out. Wilkes rubbed his temples and wondered why he decided to become a teacher. He should have become a Computer Analyst.
Author’s Note: This chapter ended abruptly… There really weren’t any natural chapter stops for another 1,892 words on 4 pages. Even for me, that’s way to long. I’m trying to limit it to 10-15 pages per chapter. =_=