Random idea inspired by a random phrase that popped into my head. I was like; "That would make a good title", so yeah. OOCness and blah. I always wanted to tell a story from one person's perspective, but I never knew how to pull it off. So this my first attempt, so yeah.. This is also a complete AU, and the setting is high school, of course. I know it's cliche, but whatever
Disclaimers: I don't own Kingdom hearts (sobs uncontrollably)
I'm Not a Model
It's all so sad, the way people stare at me. For God's sake, I'm not that special. Girls whisper that my eyes are damn right charming, by silver hair is sexy, and don't even get me started on what they said about my body. I'm pretty much stalked by every girl in school, and a few guys. Guys..... Yeah, I go that way, and I also go the other way, which means I'm Bi.
It's always been this way. I remember when I was like nine years old, I could hear girls talk about me like a new doll. Is it just me, or weren't they a little on the young side to say things like "Hi, my name is Brittnany. Wanna hang out sometime?" And there a few things that were worse than that, but I really don't feel like naming them. And before you even ask, yes, I had a deranged childhood.
Don't even get me started on my teenage years, which are right now. It sucks to be me, plain and simple. Being a Sophmore in high school is boring, tedious, and downright disgusting at times. I've heard the most X-rated of conversations in the Boys' Locker room after Gym class. It's all so disturbing and we don't even need a Sex Ed class; you can learn what you need to know in the Locker room.
Same routine every morning; Wake up, go to school, and be bored the rest of the day. Sometimes, I don't mind the classes. Especially when I misbehave on purpose to be sent out of the class. From that point, I just wander the hallways of school, and sometimes steal things from lockers. It's not my fault people leave their lockers unlocked.
Today was different somehow. First period started out the same as usual. Come in, sit down, and shut up. That's what I do anyway, not like I have anything better to do. Anyway, I was sitting in first period algebra class, my head placed down on the wooden desk, clearly not listening to whatever bullshit the teacher was saying. The classroom was a bit hot, but I didn't care. Posters and whatever decorated the walls, with their 'Encouraging' words of 'Achievement'.
"Riku, could you please offer your attention to our new classmate?", the female instructor asked, sarcasm dripping off her voice. She knew I wasn't going to listen anyway.
But of course, I lifted my head up just to spite her. My emerald eyes looked forward, eyeing our new classmate. 'Damn emo kids and their annoying Hot Topic clothes. More drepessing shit I have to deal with'.
The kid had punk-rock-emo-Hot-Topic's-Bitch written all over him. The typical band t-shirt, apparently A.F.I. I'll give him some credit for liking that band. If it was Good Charlotte, I was going to smack him. Baggy black pants, chains just pouring off the belt hoops, and the typical chucks. Unlike most emo kids, he wasn't wearing fishnet, which really caught my attention. His hair wasn't multicolored either, it was just brown and spiked every which way. Only one piercing, which was on his right ear.
Despite his appearance, he was acting quite shy, his hands behind his back and all. Usually, punks and emos tend to be quiet but obnoxious. Not shy and shit. I know I seem anti-mainstream, because I am. I don't care what I come to school in, as long as I have my black t-shirt. Just a plain black t-shirt with a pair of faded jeans, nothing special. I like black, don't ask why.
"Um, well, My name is Sora and I'm new here", the boy infront of the class room looked like he really didn't want to be up there. He was looking at the ground, twiddling his fingers together. Hard to believe someone that innocent looking still existed. I'm surprised some advertising company hasn't assasinated him yet because he's destroying the image of the 'I don't give a shit about what you say' punks, and that would mean less money spent on those expensive types of clothes.
I wasn't listening really, because I was stuck looking into his eyes. When girls get a look at him, they are just gonna eat him alive. Eyes that blue couldn't possibly exist, no fucking way. His eyes were so bright, that it was like looking into the sun. You know you shouldn't, but then you keep doing it anyway.
I heard a few whispers from girls as the new student took his seat..........
In the empty desk next to me, and unfortunately for him, the area where I sit is crawling with whores who will flirt. I kinda felt sorry for him, let alone myself, but it was too late.
"Okay, our lesson for today", the teacher started, which was my cue for nap time. I knew the routine, she knew the routine, the whole damn class knew the routine. I fall asleep, she gives the lesson and homework, and after that she wakes me up. And I miss the entire thing, so I have no clue what my homework is and even if I did know, I wouldn't know how to do it.
But of course, I couldn't go to sleep today. Three girls were all hitting on the new kid, I think he said his name is Sora, at once. The teacher apparently didn't care, because she was writing some math equation I could do easily in my head on the board. She was also explaining how to do it, and I was actually trying to listen to her little speech because I couldn't take a damn nap.
I could feel the vein in my forehead ache due to extreme annoyance. My emerald eyes looked over in in the new guy's and his three possible new playthings, my mouth open as if I was about to say something.
"Riku! NO talking while I'm giving the lesson", Ms.Son-of-a-bitch said, her eyes focused on me. I swear, it's like she freakin' picks on me, trying to hit all my buttons.
'What the hell!? I wasn't even talking and if I was, I would tell them to shut it", was the outburst that just blurted out from my lips. I looked over at the people next to me, the teacher and everyone else following my line of sight.
"First of all we don't use that tone of voice and that kind of language in school", she started, and I was already ready to leave this fucked up, piece of shit classroom.
I stood up, and walked to the classroom door, turning the knob as the teacher placed her her chalk down to come after me. You'd think by now her slow ass would learn by now. I slipped out the door, slamming it into my teacher's face. Smirking to myself as I started to walk the sun-litted hallways, her voice fading away in the distance. One of the nice things about my high school was that it had a ton of windows.
Second period started in only fifteen minutes, so I really needed to find something to do. Some students finally figured it was best to lock their lockers or else their stuff was gonna end up stolen. So I had nothing to steal from. Well, I could just walk into random classrooms until the teachers called security, but that's something the Special Education students would do. Now that I think about it, Special Ed kids get to do anything and not get in trouble for it. That pretty much ruins it for me; no trouble, no satisfaction. It's just that easy to explain.
And of all the things to remember, I left my books and stuff in my math class. I could go back and get them during hall passing time, but then that damn teacher will talk me to death.
Damn, I hate mornings...
But I really don't have a problem with Lunch time! Us students are allowed to eat outside if we want. Sitting under a tree with a soda and a bag of chips is the best way to spend lunch hour. The morning had been boring and dreadful, even more than usual. But I managed to keep my behavior in check after first period, through some miracle. The sun was out, so it was nice and warm. A gentle breeze and the occasional bird whistle made it even nicer. And the tree I was sitting under made a great source of shade.
As I was about to eat my last chip, I noticed the new student walking towards me, his chains banging against his black legs. I cocked my eyebrow up, silently asking what the hell did he want. I got a good look at his face, and I could easily tell he was nervous.
"Um, about what happened in math class today", he managed to stutter, "I'm really sorry that it was most likely me who got you in trouble". He was fiddling with the hem of his oversized shirt, a small tinge of pink on his cheeks.
"Huh? What?", I asked, not quite understanding. "I know it wasn't you who got me in trouble, it was those three chicks talking their mouths off", I chuckled, trying to make him feel a little more comfortable. It was obvious he wasn't a social person, not at all. It apparently worked because he apparently felt comfortable enough to sit down on the grass right next to me.
"I guess you're right", he hugged his knees like a little kid, it just looked so innocent.
"You said your name was Sora, right?", I asked, trying to make sure my memory was correct. "I'm Riku, just to let you know". Throwing my empty chip bag on the ground, and placed my hands in my lap.
"Yeah, my name is Sora", the brunette answered, his face coloring even more.
"You blush a lot", I idly pointed out. "You must be the quiet type".
He really turned red at that as he looked me in the eye. I swear those blue eyes of his are just captivating. "I don't blush a lot! And I am not quiet!", his face turned into a pout, an adorable one at that.
"Then why do you blush so damn much? A typical loud mouth wouldn't blush when just talking to people", I was betting that I pushed all the right buttons.
"Why do you curse so much!?", he shot back, his voice actually rising beyond his usual, quiet voice.
"Because, swearing at people, including teachers, is fun". Sora raised his eyebrows as if he couldn't believe the stuff I was saying. "What? You're acting as if you never said a swear word before".
He kept quiet and turned even redder. The brunette knew he was blushing like mad. I could only stare at him, trying hard not to believe it.
"You never said a curse word?", I asked. He didn't even need to answer that verbally, I could tell by his face that he never did such a thing. "I didn't even know people like you even existed".
"Shut up, it's no big deal", he muttered.
"I can't believe it, especially when you dress like that", I said without realizing it. And there was that pout again, his face contorting in a such a cute way.
"You're actually right", the brown haired kid said, looking sheepish. "I'm really well behaved, despite my appearance", he admitted. "I wonder why you don't dress like this", motioning to his array of chains, his black pants, and the band t-shirt he was wearing. "You certainly act like you would".
"Clothes don't define a person, they just give them a label. A very useless one at that". Leave it to me to deep at times. "Besides, that shit is expensive".
He laughed. The guy actually laughed. "You're right about it being expensive, but by wearing these types of clothes, I feel different from everyone else. I feel....deeper. I guess I can use that word", he looked liked one of those girls in a sappy shoujo manga. You know, with the sappy eyes after her boyfriend did something really romantic. And yes, I read shoujo manga. I also pick up the shounen-ai ones when I have the chance.
The bell rang, signaling it was the end of the lunch hour. We both stood up, Sora dusting off the grass that clung to his pants.
"Uh, Riku?", the blue eyed wonder asked politely.
"What?"
"Can we be friends?".
I swear he is so fucking innocent that it's adorable.
The OOCness of it all!!! (gasp or whatever) Did you like? I will continue this little idea!!!!!! Read and review!!!!! (dies)