Chapter Two (Part One of Two)
I
woke up really early the next day, but Teagan was already awake in her brooding
corner, doing whatever it was she did by herself. She had said she was featured
in the Hall of Fame located in Building D, so she must have been something
important in the school. I don’t think complete nobody’s were put in the Hall
of Fame.
“Ah, so I see you’re awake now,” she
said.
“Yeah, how long have you been awake?”
I asked.
“Oh, me, you fell out cold last night, I've been awake since then. I've got a big paper due tomorrow and I thought I’d
have enough time to complete it, but it’s seeming like that isn't the case.”
“Well, good luck,” I said. “What time
is it?”
“Oh, it’s six, you have two hours left
to get ready, don’t sweat it,” she said.
“Okay,” I said walking down to the
bathroom. There were a lot of girls down there and I really didn't like it. I
felt very uncomfortable surrounded by them, because some of them didn't even
have their clothes on they were just walking around in there. I know we all
have the same anatomical structures, but I really don’t want to see that. It
bothers me very much.
I took a shower and the water came out
cold, which was fine by me, because it was in my best interests to get out of
there fast. I put on my robe and went into the changing room.
I put on a collared white shirt with
a black jumper skirt, because it reminded me of Lysander's style and I thought
he’d like it. It wasn't love though, it was merely an infatuation. I've always
thought love was dumb, so it’s never love for me, it is always infatuation.
I walked past the dorms to the
benches in front of Building A, where Devin was surrounded by a multitude of
girls. I had no idea what they saw in him. He wasn't interesting, not one bit.
Sure, he had different colored hair, but that didn't make him interesting. There are tons of people
with wacky hair that it really shouldn't faze them.
I sat alone at a bench far away from
them and took out a book to read. I started to read, but was soon interrupted
by someone, and if I hadn't looked up from my book to see it was Malerei, I
would have surely yelled. Lucky, for me I looked.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Hey,” she said. “Trying to talk to
Devin is so hard. I mean he’s always
surrounded by girls. I really need to catch him when he’s alone, so we can have
a decent conversation.”
“Not to be mean or anything, but
he’s not really that great of a person,” I said. “At least that’s just my
opinion.”
“Oh, he’s really nice. You just
haven’t witnessed him in action. His poetry is so beautiful, it will surely
affect you,” she said.
“Umm, sure,” I said changing the
subject, “So I was meaning to ask you, but would you like to eat lunch with
me?”
“Well, yeah, but will Lysander be there?”
she asked me.
“Well, what’s wrong with Lysander?”
I asked her.
“Nothing, but I mean, I don’t think
he’d want to hang out with me,” she
said. “He doesn't really like anyone else at school, so it surprised everyone
when they saw you hanging out with him.”
“I don’t see why,” I said pushing my
hair out of my face. “Well, anyways, he’ll be fine with it, because I invited
you.”
“Do you really think after meeting
him, that in one day he’d listen to your every command?” she asked laughing.
I was about to answer when Lysander
popped up behind her and said, “Well, I do believe she has affected me more
than anyone else in this school has or ever will, Ms. Mont. Don’t you agree?”
“Didn't think anyone could affect
you like that,” Malerei joked.
“Neither did I, then she came
along,” he said.
“Heh, that’s cute. Are you hearing
this guy?” Malerei said.
“Yeah, I hear him. It’s funny,” I
said with a smile.
“See, she said I was funny,” he said
looking down at my face and tilting it towards him.
“You just woke up and you’re already
trying to kiss her,” Malerei said.
“Well, last night my hand had a nice
work out, but don’t tell anyone,” Lysander said to her, but it was more like he
was directing it at me.
“Eww, that could be the hand he was
jacking off with,” Malerei said.
“There is such a thing as washing
your hands, Ms. Mont, you should try it some time,” Lysander said and she
simply walked away frazzled by what he had just said.
“Are you trying to scare my friends
off?” I said laughing.
“I don’t know, are you trying to give
me, how shall I say, high notes every morning,” he said laughing.
“Well, knowing you, I can only
assume I know what high notes are,” I said tapping my cheek in thought.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
“Please,” he pleaded.
“No,” I repeated.
“Okay,” he said.
“Okay,” I said.
“So when am I allowed to kiss you?”
he asked.
“I’m not sure yet, we don’t know
each other like that yet,” I told him, because it was true. We didn't know each
other like that yet, so I couldn't exactly let him kiss me, not even on the
cheek.
“I can’t wait for the day that we know each other like that,” he said
grabbing my hands and directing me towards our first class of the day.
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Our first class was photography and
the teacher smiled at me and I smiled back and that was that. He already seemed
like a nice guy, so I think I would like being in his class.
“Okay, class, we have a new student
if you all didn't notice, so I think we’ll do something easy so that she can
get well adjusted to the class,” he said. “Anyone have ideas.”
This kid in front of me who’s brown
hair was the only thing I could see raised his hand. “Yes, Seymour?”
“We could take pictures of
pictures!” he said.
“Alright, we’ll do that. Creative as
ever,” the teacher said.
“Thanks, Mr. Tate,” Seymour said.
“Please, class, get the cameras and
take a picture of any painting or photo you see in the hallways of any of our
buildings. I’ll let you explore,” the teacher said leaving.
“You’re such a fag, Seymour. All
your ideas are always so gay,” one guy said.
“Yeah, can’t you stop kissing ass to
Mr. Tate,” another guy said. They shoved and pushed him around and I couldn't help but notice so when I got my camera, I turned around and went to them.
“Could you shut up? What’d he ever
do to you?” I said.
“Stupid new girl,” one of them
muttered.
“I’m smarter than you’ll ever be in
your entire lifetime,” I said.
“Hey, fag, you’re lucky this girl is
annoying, because we’d keep bothering you if she wasn't.” They shoved me too
and I rolled my eyes with complete disgust.
“Hey, are you okay?” I asked the kid
and the kid, whose glasses and freckly face I could see now, was trembling.
“Yeah, and you didn't have to do
that for me. In fact, don’t ever do that for me again. I’m okay, I’m fine. Just
never do that again. Alright?”
“But—”I said.
“Never!” he quietly pleaded in a
yell whisper. He scurried past me and out the door as he let the door shut.
“Well, now that we’re alone, shall
we kiss?” Lysander offered. “That should get your minds off things. You know
kissing is probably one of the best stress relievers known to man.”
“Oh, just shut up, Lysander,” I said
as I turned around and kissed him—no
way was I letting him kiss me—on the cheek. “Got your kiss, happy?”
“I think I just hit another good
note,” he said blushing and then he just kept staring happily at me. “So what
you did just now, was really cool of you, you know that?”
“Huh, well, I was just trying to do
the right thing,” I said.
“Yeah, I know and Seymour knows,
too. He’s probably the most bullied kid in the school, so he isn't used to
people trying to help him out. He’s a good kid though and I don’t see why
people are so mean to him.”
“It’s because they want someone to
take out all their feelings on,” I said. “It’s not cool though.”
“I could listen to you all day.
Honestly, everything you say is very intellectual. I wish I were like that,” he
said.
“Umm, thanks,” I said smiling and
putting my hair behind my ear.
He went up to a picture with a young
man and woman sitting beside an old time camera and took a picture. “I think
Mr. Tate will enjoy this picture. These are the original founders of Building
E. The camera in between them is one of the first cameras ever. It’s named the
Camera Obscura. I think they’re absolutely charming, don’t you? I asked my papa
for one, but he told me that it was just junk.” The way he pronounced papa like
“puh-pa” was absolutely funny to me. I held my laughter in and just nodded my
head.
“Yeah, it looks really cool and it
totally fits your image.”
“What image?”
“Well, you look like you belong in
the Victorian Era,” I said. “You’re clothes you know.”
“Says the one wearing something much
similar to what I put on my porcelain dolls,” he said.
“You have porcelain dolls?” I asked
him.
“Yes, I do,” he said. “But none of
them are as pretty as you. You are my real life porcelain doll, yes?”
“Sure, whatever,” I said.
“The best thing about you though, is
that you can walk and talk and no doll of mine could ever do that,” he said.
“Really, you’d look so pretty in a petticoat skirt, I must get you one as of
this instant.”
“Aren’t those expensive?” I said.
“Nothing is too expensive for a doll
of the earth,” he said. “I’ll get you one and you must wear it.”
“Alright,” I said smiling at him and
he hugged me as we walked down the hall to find me a picture as well.
I found a picture of a dreary street
with a soul person standing underneath a dimly lit street lamp. It intrigued me
and so I had to take a picture of it.
“Very nice, Kalliope,” he said. “I
always knew you had a bit of murder in your personality. I think if we shared a
kiss right here the picture would come out even more delightful don’t you
think?”
“Have you never had a significant
other before?” I asked him and his closed eyes popped wide open and he let out
a grin.
“I can charm, but no girl wants a
charmer unless it be the type of charmer who likes to have every woman he
meets. I, on the other hand, charm but in the way that I make fun of the woman
and they hate that even more. Don’t you feel degraded every time I ask you for
a kiss like as if I were trying to treat you as not a human being, but an
object that gives their lips to a man.”
“No, because I don’t have that mind
frame and never will have that mind frame when it comes to you. You are just a
pervert and a very clever one I must admit, but it must turn you on to think
you’re in charge of someone else, right? So that’s all it is, you want power.
You want to feel powerful and you want
to degrade others purposefully, no?”
“You read me like an open book,” he
said. “So shall we kiss?”
“No, sorry, I don’t kiss every open
book,” I said. He honestly put my body very tightly beside his as though
somehow putting me upon him in that manner was going to make me like him more,
but I think it was more so for his own personal reasons…
When we got back into the classroom,
it was still empty but Lysander showed me the procedure on how to send the
edited picture to Mr. Tate. Once I was done editing the picture to look how I
wanted it to, I sent it to Mr. Tate.
“You’re a quick learner, that’s a
good asset in a lover,” Lysander said. I stared at him and pinched his cheeks.
“You’re funny, you know that,” I
said.
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“See, it doesn't seem to disturb
you. I like that,” he said and then we left to our next class, unfortunately,
he was hugging me the whole way with his other hand shoved down his pants and I
would not look lest he was doing something absolutely vulgar in front of
everyone we passed.
“Look, Kalliope, look,” he said
trying to encourage me to look at it.
“I’ll look the day you chop it off,”
I said.
He then took his hand out of his pants
and stopped. He was like a dog that you had to train. If he wasn't trained
properly then he would never learn when to stop, of course, he wasn't a normal
dog though, he didn't seem to care and so the training was even more difficult
than it was with normal dogs.
“I can’t believe you said something
so horrible to me. My life is nothing without my apparatus. Your life will be
nothing without my apparatus,” he said.
“To tell you the truth, I never needed your apparatus in the first
place. Also, I will never be as libidinous as you are.”
“Oh, I like that word, I must write
it down in a notebook,” he said. “Kalliope, I am of a degenerate society and if
you can’t handle that part of me than how will we ever be?”
“I can handle that part of you and
you already made it a point of making us significant others by just walking
around doing things you should not while having me upon your shoulder so yeah.”
“You’re completely right,” he said
and then stopping me in front of the classroom he twirled me around.
“That was random.”
“Could you turn around again, but
stop halfway?” he asked me.
“No,” I said.
“But why not? I’m not doing anything
bad,” he said.
“Well, when I turn around you will
do something bad,” I said.
“I promise I won’t and if I do—” he
started but I cut him off.
“I can cut your apparatus off,” I said.
“No, anything but my apparatus. I
need that to pump my love into you,” he said.
“You’d have better luck with pumping
your love into your own mouth than trying to pump it into me,” I said and I
think that must have turned him on, because he started getting really red and
then he covered his face.
“Mr. Keen, what seems to be the
problem?” the teacher asked him.
“Mr. Wright, my nose is bleeding,”
he said tilting his head backwards and all the girls started screaming like
stupid people.
“Calm down, calm down. Here is a
pass to the nurse’s office,” he said.
“No, no, can I just go wash it off
or something,” Lysander said.
“Sure,” he said. “Anything else you
need?”
Then Lysander pointed at me.
“You need her,” the teacher said.
“Yes, because I’m showing her around
school, so this is the perfect opportunity to show her where the bathrooms are
located,” he said.
“. . .Well. . .Okay but she better
be back, because she needs to share with us a poem seeing as it’s her first day
here.”
“Okay,” Lysander said dragging me
into the boys’ bathroom which was surprisingly pristine and didn't even smell
of urine one bit.
“Now that we’re alone honey, be
mine,” he said.
“No,” I said and as he washed his
face I sat down on the couch that was in there. Seriously, a couch in the boys’
bathroom why was that even in there? I looked at his butt, which was basically
non-existent, but extremely cute.
“Your butt is cute,” I said poking
it and he immediately touched it and turned around looking at me with his fresh
face.
“You've tainted my backside,” he
said and I poked it again and he grinned.
“Well, now that you've touched mine,
I have no choice but to fondle yours right? Measure for measure, no?”
“No,” I said. “See I’m allowed to,
because I own you.”
“You don’t own me,” he said.
“Oh, really well then why don’t you
take a seat?” I commanded him and of course he sat down immediately after I
told him, too.
“See, I own you,” I said running my
fingers through his hair.
“You’re extremely sexy when you’re
the dominant one, did you know that?” he asked me.
“No, because I don’t think of myself
as sexy so please stop referring to me as sexy as I do not enjoy it as much as
you would think a girl would enjoy it,” I said.
“Of course, darling, but one last
request,” he said.
“What a kiss?” I said. “That’s
getting old, you’re going to have to raise up your game.”
“Hmm, then. . .shall we brush our
lips against each other,” he said.
“That actually sounds very
heartwarming, but no,” I said.
“Wait,” he said. “My shirt has blood
on it, I don’t want to look like I've massacred everyone.”
“Trust me, you don’t look like you've massacred anyone,” I said. He literally only had a few spots of blood on
his shirt. He simply wanted to take off his shirt in front of me.
He started unbuttoning his shirt and
then he looked at me and said, “Does this make you tingle?”
“No,” I said bluntly. “You’re going
to have to do way more than that to make me tingle.”
I rolled my eyes and then I heard the sound of him unzip his pants.
“Whoa, dude, don’t do that! Are you
crazy?” I said only to see he was unzipping his bag.
“Ah, but I’m the pervert,” he said.
I blushed of embarrassment and beckoned him to carry on with my hand gesture.
He put on a different shirt, it was
a T-shirt, which was so very unlike him, but then again maybe it was like him
and I’m just assuming he’s all frills and no fun.
“A T-shirt?” I said.
“What I can’t wear a T-shirt?” he
said smiling at me as he put it on. He was scrawny, but his body sparkled and
not in a vampire way, but in a different sort of illuminating way.
“No, that’s not it, it’s just you
don’t seem one to wear T-shirts,” I said.
“Baby, I love fashion of all sorts,”
he said tilting my head upwards. “Or maybe you don’t understand that about me
just yet.”
“I want to understand a lot of
things about you,” I said looking up at him.
“I want to understand a lot of
things about you also, maybe we should start right now,” he said putting out
both his hands in a manner that said he wanted to grope me and I took his hands
in mine and dug my nails into his hand. He obviously was pained, but he didn’t
tell me to stop, he just had a painful smile on his face.
“You are such a nice kid, definitely
not a lecher at all,” I said.
“Oh, sweetie, my hands just wanted
to say hi to your lovely endowments,” he said.
I let go of his hands and flicked
his forehead. “You are the strangest man I have ever encountered.”
“I take that as a compliment,” he
said.
“I’m sure you do, Mr. Lolita
Complex,” I said reading his shirt. “What are you Humbert?”
“Yes and you’re my Lolita,” he said.
“No, because we’re the exact same
age. That could never work. People are going to take your shirt the wrong way,”
I said.
“I suppose they could take it out of
context,” he said taking out another shirt and putting that one on instead.
“So now you’re Mr. I Love Lolitas,”
I said.
“Yes, now then people will know I
just love them,” he said.
“I’m not Lolita,” I said.
“Yes, but you’re just as pretty as
any of my porcelain dolls, so I can quickly establish you as any Lolita I wish.
Like even if you’re not wearing Lolita clothing, I’ll just say you’re a
modernized Lolita. Catch my drift.”
“So you just love me for my looks,”
I said.
“No, I don’t like anyone for their
looks. Peoples’ faces could just rot off and die for all I care.”
“Then my body.”
“No, the body is a strange thing for
which clothes are meant to be put on top of and a decaying body is just another
body on which I must put clothes upon.”
“So then my personality.”
“No, personalities can be shitty.
Yours isn't.”
“Then what?”
“I don’t know, you intrigue me and
that’s all that matters.”
“I enthrall you.”
“Yes, me and my apparatus.”
“Shut up!” I said shoving him as we
left the bathroom and he took me back to class.
“What were you guys doing for twenty
minutes?” the teacher asked us.
“We weren't doing anything,” I said
as I placed myself in the middle row again.
“Yes, she won’t let me do anything,”
Lysander said sitting down next to me and putting his arm around me, while
crossing his legs.
“Nice, nice, now you have to come up
and give us a poem,” he said.
“Any type of poem?” I said.
“Yes, yes, I won’t go hard on you
today, but you should know that I will go hard on you every other day,” he
said.
“Alright, I’ll come up with one in
my mind,” I said going center stage and I could see Devin staring astonished. I
was guessing because it was his thing to come up with poems on the spot, but it didn't matter to me.
I
began to think of my poem and let everything in my mind unleash:
“Little by little everything goes
away
Only the sadness and pain want to
stay
Vertical lines in a horizontal world
Enough of the suffering in this
cold, dark hole
Lonesome me, not ever a doubt
You’ll see one day and you’ll want
to get out”
Lysander began clapping for me and
soon the rest of the class began to clap even Devin, who shook his head pleased
by my poem.
“You were wonderful, darling,”
Lysander said as he patted my head. I smiled at him and listened to the rest of
today’s seminar contently.
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