Where the World Crosses: Chapter Five
Disclaimer: I do not own everyone [obviously since everyone owns themselves] and majority of these events are my own imagination.
Note: I do not mean any offense to people with the personalities and situations. It is in fact fiction, but I try to keep most people in character. The rating of this story has gone up. You are responsible for your own actions as for reading this chapter.
Thanks for the comments everyone! Do not get any bad impressions of anyone from this story! Unless footnoted at the end of the chapter, many of this are fictional events.
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Title: Where the World Crosses
Author: Xinie
Rating: PG-13 à R
Chapter Five: Finding the Way - 3rd Person
“Hey, Xinie, are you done in there yet? School is going to start pretty soon you know, and I do need my own time with the bathroom.” Dragonwag knocks on the bathroom door as he waits for her to get out.
“No, three minutes, I promise!” It seems that the issue between Dragonwag and Xinie from a few days ago have dissipated, as there seems to be other things going on for both of them.
“You said that yesterday and you took another ten minutes in there. What the hell do girls like you do in there for a long time?” He seems to regret asking that question as he hears Xinie ranting on the other side of the bathroom about ‘girl business’ and ‘looking nice’ so she can have confidence in herself and those sorts of things.
“Okay, forget I asked! Just get out of the goddamn bathroom soon, I got to pee, too!”
“There’s a bush outside for you to do that business if you are in that much of a hurry! Just give me another minute and I’ll be out.”
“If you say so, you always take your time in the bathroom. Jesus, I don’t understand you women.”
Indeed, in one minute, Xinie slams the bathroom door open and runs around the house looking for various items. Well, it seems that today seems to be one of those strange days that you probably have no idea what the hell is going on anymore. Dragonwag gives her a strange look, especially at her frantic state of hyperactivity, and he brushes away any strange thoughts he just had.
The lesson of the morning for Dragonwag: “Never, ever ask a girl like Xinie about what she is doing in the bathroom unless you want to hear an abnormal case of paranoia.”
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Another day at school approach to all of the students of TeeKar High School, and it is quite an unexpected one for some fellow students. It seems to be one filled with a lot of random surprises indeed. Well, save for the usual lovely chalk incident with the advisory teacher in room 325 as an almost-everyday prank. Everyone can say that if there is nothing interesting going on in school, that room has something interesting everyday.
It is the first break period now, and many students are filing into the hallway from their first classes to get to their next class or to their lockers. There has been some sort of declaration going on. Half of the hallway is filled with hearts, balloons, and the…”pink” carpet. Many people have thought there may be a celebrity amongst the students. Maybe people have thought it is the day of confessions. Who starts these sorts of surprises, no one really keeps track of it anymore.
Within every clique, there have been rumors going on about what had happened the night before at Poodia’s house, but a lot of people seem to be getting the wrong information. Well, some can be exaggerations or the mere truths. One rumor goes along the lines of “Someone got drunk so badly that he fell down three flights of stairs without a single scratch.” Only the most gullible people of the groups would believe something that preposterous.
It has been an almost normal day for Xinie. She has not encountered any strange events worth mentioning yet. However, as soon her mind tells her, “Looks like I will not see his face today,” a force has pushed Xinie into a crammed up space with no personal space. She has no idea what had just happened, but she remembers this person’s movements strangely, and she realizes that it is Demon the second after he trapped her into the crammed up room.
Being trapped in the janitor’s closet by him, Xinie has not a single clue to why he is coming onto her again. It is quite odd that her fear for him is not exactly being expressed on her face. She knows by the deep alcohol stench (that may as well be an accident waiting to happen due to hormonal inactivity) that it is not his fault last night, but she still wants to blame him for something. She wants some sort of attention.
“I want to apologize about last night.” Demon stares at Xinie, and his eyes radiate a lot of honesty that cannot possibly signify any lies.
“You cannot apologize for nearly raping me like that.” Her voice croaks, and she knows at that moment that she is too nervous to be able to say anything coherently. She also knows that after the moment she thought last night was rape, she finds that it is an utter lie to cover everything up.
“Oh, really now? I do not quite believe you there.” He muses around the question, and he looks at her face while she tries to connect her thoughts together for a comeback. However, she is left with no words but to get herself out of this crammed closet.
“I can report you to the authorities on this matter.” Her mind starts to blank, and she wonders to herself if that statement is even true. Would she be able to do something like that when her mind is telling her that she has no right to do so?
“Charades, charades, I did not rape you, I barely even touched you in inappropriate places my little lady.” His voice is filled with slight venom, but he gives a sigh within a few seconds and tried to readjust the amount of space between the two of them.
“I know you wanted it, you desired it at that moment. I felt it, I didn’t need you to tell me your blatant lies otherwise.” He brushes his hand against her left cheek, and he is about to bolt out of the closet at that moment until he felt arms worm themselves around his waist. The uncomfortable zone of this situation seems to be gone for a second until Demon realizes what is going on.
“I didn’t have a strong desire for it, I thought we had a connection somehow.” Fighting the urge to hold onto her and telling her the same thing, he spat out a stingy dialogue.
“You have no connections with me. I barely know you; you’re just a new girl around here. Don’t think you can make yourself important to any of us.” He rips himself away from Xinie and leaves her in the closet, and his thoughts start to haunt him.
She notices the moment after he left her in the closet that she feels a pang of pain from his words.
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“Have you ever had to reject girl before?” Guoging said out loud, and Arrowhunter could have sworn that he spitted his soda out of his mouth at the random question. It is lunchtime for the TeeKar High School students.
“What makes you ask that, Guoging?” Gilean seems to be mildly amused at the question. It is not everyday that the three of them are together, and they would talk about anything that is not related to academics in some way.
“No reason, well…okay, I kind of had to today. I think she’s getting all antsy on me.” Guoging admits, and he felt that it is a bit awkward discussing something like this around his group of friends at school.
“Well, you certainly have dropped us any hints about this. Who is this girl that you are speaking of?” Gilean has a sense of curiosity about this since none of them ever talks about girls, especially when it comes to rejecting a girl.
“Is it who I think it is from one of our classes? I can never remember her name, always slips my mind…is she the one who barely talks at all in class?” Arrowhunter starts to question, and then he starts to lose his words to ask other questions.
“I guess you could say that, but I really do like someone else. Too bad she’s not in this high school though.” Guoging sighs, and the other two look pretty lost since they barely talk about anything dealing with their love life or social life.
“Yeah…okay, so, how is psychology class going for you, Gilean?” Arrowhunter starts to change the subject of the conversation. The uncomfortable topic has been shoved aside to make room for more familiarity.
“Nothing too interesting yet.” Then, the three of them start talking about different events that had happened throughout the day especially dealing with random rumors flitting around.
It is just one of those days where randomness meets the intellectuals like strawberries and blueberries in a smoothie.
---
In the men’s restrooms, three men happened to run into each other coincidentally, and one wants to speak about something. Although the restrooms are not completely private, being stuck in another place such as a janitor’s closet with three males can be quite uncomfortable for the three straight men.
“Hey man, you two up for an interesting dare I received?” (Tamahome)
“I’m in, there’s nothing fucking interesting to do around here.” (Mokusho)
“Sure, what’s on your mind?” (Kalarin)
“It seems that a particular someone has a grudge on this person from another clique. Quite a fucked up one, but man, still sounds fun.” (Tamahome)
“Oh, sounds like a sneaky plan. Who’s the victim?” (Mokusho)
“You’ll be quite surprised.” (Tamahome)
“Well, tell us along the way then.” (Kalarin)
“This is going to be quite a sick joke.” (Tamahome)
“Indeed, man, what’s up with the school anyway?” (Mokusho)
“High school for the lose, I need a drink already, god.” (Kalarin)
“Hold on there, we’ll go drink and talk about this then.” (Tamahome)
The three men flitted away into the large hallway once again as a particular dark figure grins and follows them as he continues to eavesdrop onto the conversation from the stall.
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“Oh my gosh, you’re drunk Jred!” (Jayred)
“I want someone, provocative and talkative, but it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower!” (Jred)
“And you’re singing ‘Curse of Curves’ again!” (Winged)
“Okay, too much karaoke fo sho.” (Rayray)
“Nah, more karaoke and more cockroaches to kill please.” (Vonage)
“Hey, give me a mic! I want to sing, too! Oh my god, I am so drunk…” (Poodia)
“Rawr! Give me one, too! High-pitched voices trying to god-awful harmonize this song will spur headaches the size of Russia.” (Unforgiven)
Everyone is having a great time at small party set up by Jayred. It is quite a bad idea to be drinking on a Monday night, but a lot of them could care less about what day of the week it is. If fun is involved in whatever social event, this cool clique knows that they will not miss anything of that sort.
“Dragonwag, what are you doing not drinking? I must say that it is a bit out of the normality for you.” Princesa asks him as she finds him sitting at the corner of the room and staring into space.
“Being mellow, I need some blood. Beer not included for today. Just feeling a bit odd, that is all.” He states his mood and cravings while he gets up from the corner and walks toward the table where all the food had been laid out.
“Wow, such an interactive guy you are, you make the wall look better to talk with.” Princesa sighs and goes to follow Dragonwag due to the fact she is partially drunk herself. And well, she does not want to bother the other people especially with their karaoke going on. She watches him as he picks up a raw piece of steak on the table along with some peppermints and Sprite.
Outside, there is a figure stationed in the bushes as if he is doing some international spying on this group of people.
“Karaoke for the lose, especially when they’re with a bunch of sickening sea animals.” A shadowed figure looks through the front window of the house, and he lefts with a trace of evidence showing his presence.
“Can they be any dumber than that?”
Who knows, the catastrophic moments of high school has yet to begin.
Note: I do not mean any offense to people with the personalities and situations. It is in fact fiction, but I try to keep most people in character. The rating of this story has gone up. You are responsible for your own actions as for reading this chapter.
Thanks for the comments everyone! Do not get any bad impressions of anyone from this story! Unless footnoted at the end of the chapter, many of this are fictional events.
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Title: Where the World Crosses
Author: Xinie
Rating: PG-13 à R
Chapter Five: Finding the Way - 3rd Person
“Hey, Xinie, are you done in there yet? School is going to start pretty soon you know, and I do need my own time with the bathroom.” Dragonwag knocks on the bathroom door as he waits for her to get out.
“No, three minutes, I promise!” It seems that the issue between Dragonwag and Xinie from a few days ago have dissipated, as there seems to be other things going on for both of them.
“You said that yesterday and you took another ten minutes in there. What the hell do girls like you do in there for a long time?” He seems to regret asking that question as he hears Xinie ranting on the other side of the bathroom about ‘girl business’ and ‘looking nice’ so she can have confidence in herself and those sorts of things.
“Okay, forget I asked! Just get out of the goddamn bathroom soon, I got to pee, too!”
“There’s a bush outside for you to do that business if you are in that much of a hurry! Just give me another minute and I’ll be out.”
“If you say so, you always take your time in the bathroom. Jesus, I don’t understand you women.”
Indeed, in one minute, Xinie slams the bathroom door open and runs around the house looking for various items. Well, it seems that today seems to be one of those strange days that you probably have no idea what the hell is going on anymore. Dragonwag gives her a strange look, especially at her frantic state of hyperactivity, and he brushes away any strange thoughts he just had.
The lesson of the morning for Dragonwag: “Never, ever ask a girl like Xinie about what she is doing in the bathroom unless you want to hear an abnormal case of paranoia.”
---
Another day at school approach to all of the students of TeeKar High School, and it is quite an unexpected one for some fellow students. It seems to be one filled with a lot of random surprises indeed. Well, save for the usual lovely chalk incident with the advisory teacher in room 325 as an almost-everyday prank. Everyone can say that if there is nothing interesting going on in school, that room has something interesting everyday.
It is the first break period now, and many students are filing into the hallway from their first classes to get to their next class or to their lockers. There has been some sort of declaration going on. Half of the hallway is filled with hearts, balloons, and the…”pink” carpet. Many people have thought there may be a celebrity amongst the students. Maybe people have thought it is the day of confessions. Who starts these sorts of surprises, no one really keeps track of it anymore.
Within every clique, there have been rumors going on about what had happened the night before at Poodia’s house, but a lot of people seem to be getting the wrong information. Well, some can be exaggerations or the mere truths. One rumor goes along the lines of “Someone got drunk so badly that he fell down three flights of stairs without a single scratch.” Only the most gullible people of the groups would believe something that preposterous.
It has been an almost normal day for Xinie. She has not encountered any strange events worth mentioning yet. However, as soon her mind tells her, “Looks like I will not see his face today,” a force has pushed Xinie into a crammed up space with no personal space. She has no idea what had just happened, but she remembers this person’s movements strangely, and she realizes that it is Demon the second after he trapped her into the crammed up room.
Being trapped in the janitor’s closet by him, Xinie has not a single clue to why he is coming onto her again. It is quite odd that her fear for him is not exactly being expressed on her face. She knows by the deep alcohol stench (that may as well be an accident waiting to happen due to hormonal inactivity) that it is not his fault last night, but she still wants to blame him for something. She wants some sort of attention.
“I want to apologize about last night.” Demon stares at Xinie, and his eyes radiate a lot of honesty that cannot possibly signify any lies.
“You cannot apologize for nearly raping me like that.” Her voice croaks, and she knows at that moment that she is too nervous to be able to say anything coherently. She also knows that after the moment she thought last night was rape, she finds that it is an utter lie to cover everything up.
“Oh, really now? I do not quite believe you there.” He muses around the question, and he looks at her face while she tries to connect her thoughts together for a comeback. However, she is left with no words but to get herself out of this crammed closet.
“I can report you to the authorities on this matter.” Her mind starts to blank, and she wonders to herself if that statement is even true. Would she be able to do something like that when her mind is telling her that she has no right to do so?
“Charades, charades, I did not rape you, I barely even touched you in inappropriate places my little lady.” His voice is filled with slight venom, but he gives a sigh within a few seconds and tried to readjust the amount of space between the two of them.
“I know you wanted it, you desired it at that moment. I felt it, I didn’t need you to tell me your blatant lies otherwise.” He brushes his hand against her left cheek, and he is about to bolt out of the closet at that moment until he felt arms worm themselves around his waist. The uncomfortable zone of this situation seems to be gone for a second until Demon realizes what is going on.
“I didn’t have a strong desire for it, I thought we had a connection somehow.” Fighting the urge to hold onto her and telling her the same thing, he spat out a stingy dialogue.
“You have no connections with me. I barely know you; you’re just a new girl around here. Don’t think you can make yourself important to any of us.” He rips himself away from Xinie and leaves her in the closet, and his thoughts start to haunt him.
She notices the moment after he left her in the closet that she feels a pang of pain from his words.
---
“Have you ever had to reject girl before?” Guoging said out loud, and Arrowhunter could have sworn that he spitted his soda out of his mouth at the random question. It is lunchtime for the TeeKar High School students.
“What makes you ask that, Guoging?” Gilean seems to be mildly amused at the question. It is not everyday that the three of them are together, and they would talk about anything that is not related to academics in some way.
“No reason, well…okay, I kind of had to today. I think she’s getting all antsy on me.” Guoging admits, and he felt that it is a bit awkward discussing something like this around his group of friends at school.
“Well, you certainly have dropped us any hints about this. Who is this girl that you are speaking of?” Gilean has a sense of curiosity about this since none of them ever talks about girls, especially when it comes to rejecting a girl.
“Is it who I think it is from one of our classes? I can never remember her name, always slips my mind…is she the one who barely talks at all in class?” Arrowhunter starts to question, and then he starts to lose his words to ask other questions.
“I guess you could say that, but I really do like someone else. Too bad she’s not in this high school though.” Guoging sighs, and the other two look pretty lost since they barely talk about anything dealing with their love life or social life.
“Yeah…okay, so, how is psychology class going for you, Gilean?” Arrowhunter starts to change the subject of the conversation. The uncomfortable topic has been shoved aside to make room for more familiarity.
“Nothing too interesting yet.” Then, the three of them start talking about different events that had happened throughout the day especially dealing with random rumors flitting around.
It is just one of those days where randomness meets the intellectuals like strawberries and blueberries in a smoothie.
---
In the men’s restrooms, three men happened to run into each other coincidentally, and one wants to speak about something. Although the restrooms are not completely private, being stuck in another place such as a janitor’s closet with three males can be quite uncomfortable for the three straight men.
“Hey man, you two up for an interesting dare I received?” (Tamahome)
“I’m in, there’s nothing fucking interesting to do around here.” (Mokusho)
“Sure, what’s on your mind?” (Kalarin)
“It seems that a particular someone has a grudge on this person from another clique. Quite a fucked up one, but man, still sounds fun.” (Tamahome)
“Oh, sounds like a sneaky plan. Who’s the victim?” (Mokusho)
“You’ll be quite surprised.” (Tamahome)
“Well, tell us along the way then.” (Kalarin)
“This is going to be quite a sick joke.” (Tamahome)
“Indeed, man, what’s up with the school anyway?” (Mokusho)
“High school for the lose, I need a drink already, god.” (Kalarin)
“Hold on there, we’ll go drink and talk about this then.” (Tamahome)
The three men flitted away into the large hallway once again as a particular dark figure grins and follows them as he continues to eavesdrop onto the conversation from the stall.
---
“Oh my gosh, you’re drunk Jred!” (Jayred)
“I want someone, provocative and talkative, but it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower!” (Jred)
“And you’re singing ‘Curse of Curves’ again!” (Winged)
“Okay, too much karaoke fo sho.” (Rayray)
“Nah, more karaoke and more cockroaches to kill please.” (Vonage)
“Hey, give me a mic! I want to sing, too! Oh my god, I am so drunk…” (Poodia)
“Rawr! Give me one, too! High-pitched voices trying to god-awful harmonize this song will spur headaches the size of Russia.” (Unforgiven)
Everyone is having a great time at small party set up by Jayred. It is quite a bad idea to be drinking on a Monday night, but a lot of them could care less about what day of the week it is. If fun is involved in whatever social event, this cool clique knows that they will not miss anything of that sort.
“Dragonwag, what are you doing not drinking? I must say that it is a bit out of the normality for you.” Princesa asks him as she finds him sitting at the corner of the room and staring into space.
“Being mellow, I need some blood. Beer not included for today. Just feeling a bit odd, that is all.” He states his mood and cravings while he gets up from the corner and walks toward the table where all the food had been laid out.
“Wow, such an interactive guy you are, you make the wall look better to talk with.” Princesa sighs and goes to follow Dragonwag due to the fact she is partially drunk herself. And well, she does not want to bother the other people especially with their karaoke going on. She watches him as he picks up a raw piece of steak on the table along with some peppermints and Sprite.
Outside, there is a figure stationed in the bushes as if he is doing some international spying on this group of people.
“Karaoke for the lose, especially when they’re with a bunch of sickening sea animals.” A shadowed figure looks through the front window of the house, and he lefts with a trace of evidence showing his presence.
“Can they be any dumber than that?”
Who knows, the catastrophic moments of high school has yet to begin.