SPARE ME - Entry #03
Title: SPARE ME
Author: Aisu
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Akame
Genre: AU, comedy, romance
Disclaimer: Story = mine. :]
Summary: Quiet studious Kame meets loud playboy Jin through a series of flirtatious encounters.
A/N: Inspired by a true story.
[ 00 | 01 | 02 ]
ENTRY #03
Extra help.
Or study hall.
Whatever you wanna call it.
Well I mean, I call it study hall, but the purpose of it was to have students go to other classes that they need, well, extra help in.
I never go anywhere for study hall, though.
And so I ran into that guy again.
{ ♥ }
Kame sighed. It was hard to believe that he would have to go through this study hall thing for the next two years. Another day. Another 25 minutes wasted sitting in the same seat staring at the opposite side of the room, or rather, at Jin. The playboy was displaying his typical behavior.
{ ♥ }
He really does flirt with everyone he sees.
It amazes me.
And apparently he has a girlfriend?
How the hell did he manage that?
Obviously she's the shallow type that goes for looks only.
...Wait, I just complimented him.
{ ♥ }
This time, Jin was out of his seat trying to kiss some girl who kept pushing him away. It was actually pretty funny to watch. Kame was just waiting for the moment when the girl's hand would reach out and accidentally slap Jin right across his pretty boy face. It didn't happen though, much to his dismay.
Whatever it was Jin had missed school for on Thursday, he never mentioned it. He just came back like nothing was wrong. Apparently it wasn't anything all that important if he was already acting like this again. Maybe he was just putting on one of his acts. Maybe he just wanted to hold someone else's attention for a while.
{ ♥ }
There's this kid who sits two desks in front of me and to the left.
His name is Jiro.
There's this... routine that happens every now and then.
Pretty Boy,
or, Jin,
will walk over to Jiro and ask him a series of questions...
{ ♥ }
"Hey Jiro, are you Canadian?" Jin asked, leaning on his palms that lay flat upon Jiro's desk.
A part of Kame felt sorry for Jiro. The kid was foreign, clearly. Part Japanese and part whatever. It didn't matter to Kame either way, but for Jiro to have to put up with Jin's endless questioning because he was foreign, well that must have been hell when all he wanted was to sit in peace and read his book.
Jiro had answered Jin's repetitive query with a no, and as a result was pummeled with another. Jin was playing another one of his guessing games.
"Are you British?" Jin went on.
Jiro shook his head.
Kame turned to his left where Hiro sat. They exchanged the occasional glance while watching Jin make an idiot out of himself.
Hiro had dark red hair and wore those plastic-rimmed glasses you see everywhere. He wasn't too social, but he wasn't an outcast either. He was the only one Kame ever really talked to in study hall. Everyone else was annoying in one way or another. The three guys to Kame's right had their own little group going on, and the girls that sat in front of him were a bunch of gossips.
"Then what are you?" Jin finally gave up. "Oh, wait, you're American!"
Kame swear he saw Jiro's eyes widen in astonishment, though it was only for a fleeting second, and he returned to reading his book. Or at least, he tried to until Jin made a random request.
"Give me a hug Jiro."
Kame thought Jiro handled the situation quite well, completely ignoring the other and continuing to read. However, Jin wasn't one to give up that easily. He made his way to the side of Jiro's desk and reached out to pull the boy into an embrace. Of course, Jiro pushed Jin away from him, who in turn kept trying to hug Jiro, who in turn kept pushing Jin away.
"Cooome on Jiro. Beee niiice~"
{ ♥ }
...What the hell?
{ ♥ }
Kame tried not to laugh, but the sight was just far too amusing. Hiro must've thought the same, because when Kame looked over, the two began laughing. It was a stifled laughter, however. The last thing they wanted to do was draw attention to themselves. Yet, it would appear that nothing escaped Jin's watchful eyes.
The Pretty Boy's gaze shifted and he took a step forward. His eyes bounced between Hiro and Kame before settling on the latter. There was an awkward staring contest taking place, and just as Kame was about to turn away, a sentence flew from Jin's mouth.
"You're kinda cute, have I ever told you that?"
What... What was that, Kame thought. I'm cute? Hell no! I'm not one of your 50 girlfriends; don't even try that shit on me. "Go away," Kame instructed.
{ ♥ }
Of course, he doesn't listen.
Why did I even bother?
{ ♥ }
"You play the flute, right?" Jin asked.
Kame just nodded, not even caring to know why the other kept bringing up his flute.
{ ♥ }
I'm not even going to repeat what he said after that.
Perverted prick.
A/N (Aisu): ...This is what the RL playboy said: "Do you wanna play with my flute?"
Author: Aisu
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Akame
Genre: AU, comedy, romance
Disclaimer: Story = mine. :]
Summary: Quiet studious Kame meets loud playboy Jin through a series of flirtatious encounters.
A/N: Inspired by a true story.
[ 00 | 01 | 02 ]
ENTRY #03
Extra help.
Or study hall.
Whatever you wanna call it.
Well I mean, I call it study hall, but the purpose of it was to have students go to other classes that they need, well, extra help in.
I never go anywhere for study hall, though.
And so I ran into that guy again.
{ ♥ }
Kame sighed. It was hard to believe that he would have to go through this study hall thing for the next two years. Another day. Another 25 minutes wasted sitting in the same seat staring at the opposite side of the room, or rather, at Jin. The playboy was displaying his typical behavior.
{ ♥ }
He really does flirt with everyone he sees.
It amazes me.
And apparently he has a girlfriend?
How the hell did he manage that?
Obviously she's the shallow type that goes for looks only.
...Wait, I just complimented him.
{ ♥ }
This time, Jin was out of his seat trying to kiss some girl who kept pushing him away. It was actually pretty funny to watch. Kame was just waiting for the moment when the girl's hand would reach out and accidentally slap Jin right across his pretty boy face. It didn't happen though, much to his dismay.
Whatever it was Jin had missed school for on Thursday, he never mentioned it. He just came back like nothing was wrong. Apparently it wasn't anything all that important if he was already acting like this again. Maybe he was just putting on one of his acts. Maybe he just wanted to hold someone else's attention for a while.
{ ♥ }
There's this kid who sits two desks in front of me and to the left.
His name is Jiro.
There's this... routine that happens every now and then.
Pretty Boy,
or, Jin,
will walk over to Jiro and ask him a series of questions...
{ ♥ }
"Hey Jiro, are you Canadian?" Jin asked, leaning on his palms that lay flat upon Jiro's desk.
A part of Kame felt sorry for Jiro. The kid was foreign, clearly. Part Japanese and part whatever. It didn't matter to Kame either way, but for Jiro to have to put up with Jin's endless questioning because he was foreign, well that must have been hell when all he wanted was to sit in peace and read his book.
Jiro had answered Jin's repetitive query with a no, and as a result was pummeled with another. Jin was playing another one of his guessing games.
"Are you British?" Jin went on.
Jiro shook his head.
Kame turned to his left where Hiro sat. They exchanged the occasional glance while watching Jin make an idiot out of himself.
Hiro had dark red hair and wore those plastic-rimmed glasses you see everywhere. He wasn't too social, but he wasn't an outcast either. He was the only one Kame ever really talked to in study hall. Everyone else was annoying in one way or another. The three guys to Kame's right had their own little group going on, and the girls that sat in front of him were a bunch of gossips.
"Then what are you?" Jin finally gave up. "Oh, wait, you're American!"
Kame swear he saw Jiro's eyes widen in astonishment, though it was only for a fleeting second, and he returned to reading his book. Or at least, he tried to until Jin made a random request.
"Give me a hug Jiro."
Kame thought Jiro handled the situation quite well, completely ignoring the other and continuing to read. However, Jin wasn't one to give up that easily. He made his way to the side of Jiro's desk and reached out to pull the boy into an embrace. Of course, Jiro pushed Jin away from him, who in turn kept trying to hug Jiro, who in turn kept pushing Jin away.
"Cooome on Jiro. Beee niiice~"
{ ♥ }
...What the hell?
{ ♥ }
Kame tried not to laugh, but the sight was just far too amusing. Hiro must've thought the same, because when Kame looked over, the two began laughing. It was a stifled laughter, however. The last thing they wanted to do was draw attention to themselves. Yet, it would appear that nothing escaped Jin's watchful eyes.
The Pretty Boy's gaze shifted and he took a step forward. His eyes bounced between Hiro and Kame before settling on the latter. There was an awkward staring contest taking place, and just as Kame was about to turn away, a sentence flew from Jin's mouth.
"You're kinda cute, have I ever told you that?"
What... What was that, Kame thought. I'm cute? Hell no! I'm not one of your 50 girlfriends; don't even try that shit on me. "Go away," Kame instructed.
{ ♥ }
Of course, he doesn't listen.
Why did I even bother?
{ ♥ }
"You play the flute, right?" Jin asked.
Kame just nodded, not even caring to know why the other kept bringing up his flute.
{ ♥ }
I'm not even going to repeat what he said after that.
Perverted prick.
A/N (Aisu): ...This is what the RL playboy said: "Do you wanna play with my flute?"