Fan Fiction ❯ From Loneliness, With Love ❯ Unforgiving Linoleum and a Few Gas Fumes ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3: Unforgiving linoleum and a Few Gas Fumes

Shady's POV

I ran my hand through my hair and stared at the clock. Yet again, math was dreadfully dull, the time seaming to crawl by… at the speed of a DEAD turtle… Seriously, who in their right mind made classes so long… or are they actually too short but the dullness of them makes them seem longer? Wow… I need to work on my grammar. I sighed and looked back at the clock yet again. Only 20 seconds had passed since I last checked. Damn.

Everyone else in the room was frantically working on their assignment… the one which I had finished 10 minutes ago… and I still had 10 minutes left to spare. Giving up, I let my head drop to my open binder and closed my eyes. A little nap couldn't hurt. Unless I fell out of my desk… again.

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The bell rang and I jumped up from my seat. It seemed like only a moment earlier I had laid my head down on the page. Oh well… I'm off to chemistry now. At least in chemistry I won't be as bored, I hope. I was taking a grade 12 chemistry class since I had done grade 11 last year. I didn't really know anyone in the class… that explained why I didn't have a lab partner.

I grabbed my stuff and headed out. I fought my way through the hallways (flattening one freshman girl into a locker in the process) and entered my chemistry class. I stopped in the door. There was someone sitting at my table in the spot next to mine… the one where my lab partner would sit if I had one. It was the guy from the bathroom. I wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse, him sitting there. But at the moment, I was liking it.

Inhaling deeply, I composed myself and walked over. "Hello, you're new?" I asked. I acted very suave and elegant. I gracefully sat down in my chair and looked into his gorgeous… multi coloured eyes?

He looked over and raised an eyebrow, then recognition crossed over his face. " Oh, you're the garbage can guy."

I sighed… and glanced away, this was going to be a long year…

He smiled at me, "You know, you're very sexy." Then pushed me back in my seat and began kissing me. My eyes widened slightly, but I complied with his touch. It never really occurred to me that I was sitting in chemistry class making out with a guy I hardly knew.

"Mr. Raven." Came the stern voice of someone nearby me. Funny… that sounded a lot like Mrs. Katz… my math teacher. I shrugged slightly and moved positions so that I was now straddling my new partner's lap… I need to find out his name

"Shane Raven!" came that voice again, but a lot sterner and louder.

"Huh?" I muttered braking away… and waking up in my math class. Everyone was staring at me. "42?" I asked, glancing around with wide eyes.

The teacher looked at me with that `you-are-in-deep-shit-Mr." look. "You were sleeping in class. And would you like to tell me what `please don't stop, I want to go harder' means to you?"

I paled. It had been a dream…

Oh

Fuck.

"Err it was… I mean I was… Am I in detention?"

The teacher sighed and leaned on the podium, "Not this time, but please try not to fall asleep again. And if you do, don't disturb anyone else. Some of us DON'T wish to know what you're dreaming."

I nodded my head and looked down at my binder. That was bad… I should NEVER try falling asleep in school EVER again…

The bell rang, but this time it wasn't a dream. Gloomily I collected my things and headed off to chemistry. When I entered the room, the seat next to mine was empty. I slumped into its uncomfortable plasticness and sighed. I could be such a hopeless dreamer sometimes, with my head in the clouds and my mind- holy shit!

He had walked into the room, the guy from the bathroom! He is now standing in MY classroom talking to the teacher! I think I might be psychic! Or something… is there a name for a person that sees things in their dreams before they happen? Oh well… it doesn't mater, he's HERE!

The teacher and bathroom boy talked for a moment while I watched. Then the teacher pointed to the back of the room, right at the seat next to mine! Bathroom guy walked up to me, he smiled and stuck out his hand as if to shake mine and said "hey"

I don't quite know what happened next… but remember this vague sensation of falling…

………

I was sitting in a grey room with the nauseating smell of old bandages and antiseptic. I opened an eye slowly and was blinded by the fluorescent lights.

"Oh, so you've decided to wake up. You've been out for about 3 minutes. Be glad that you decided to faint on a day when I was here." The nurse said from somewhere in the room.

I tried to sit up, but when I did my head swam and a searing pain shot through my head. So I settled with a groan, and the decision to not move for a while.

"You might not want to move." A familiar male voice said. "You fell pretty hard. And linoleum's never very forgiving…"

That voice it was so… so… who is he? I forced my other eye open and tried to look around the room while moving as little as possible. Suddenly a face appeared above mine, "Gyah!" I yelled and squinted my eyes shut.

"I didn't think I was quite that scary." The nurse muttered as she checked to make sure I didn't have a concussion or anything. "You shouldn't be fainting in class Mr. Raven."

"I what?" I asked. I was still rather confused about the whole situation. "What happened?"

"Well, I walked up to your desk and said hello, then you fell over." That voice said again. Then it hit me, bathroom guy. He had been coming towards me and I had fainted. Wait a sec… I fainted? I've never done that before…

"You gave your poor science professor quite a scare. He was yelling and didn't know what to do until this charming young man said that maybe he should carry you down here." She jabbed me with her finger near my eye socket, "You look to be alright. If you have any dizzy spells or anything, I'd suggest going to your family physician. And maybe drink more water. I think you're a tad dehydrated."

I sat up slowly, the room only spinning a little and the sandwitch I'd had for lunch threatening to come back to the realm of light. I glanced over at the bathroom guy. He looked slightly concerned but smiled when he noticed me watching him.

"Sorry to make you miss some of your first class." I said to him and stood up. I waved goodbye to the nurse and motioned to bathroom guy to head the way out of the nurse's office.

"No problem man, I don't really even like science that much. I found carrying you down to the nurse's office more entertaining than learning about how chemicals mix together…"

I raised an eyebrow at him. He carried me? Somehow that doesn't seem quite right… unless of course- Shawn Raven! Get your head off that train of thought! This guy is not gay. You are making things up with your overactive imagination. You are now going to STOP thinking of him in that way and find out what his name is. "So, what's your name?"

Bathroom guy glanced over me "Ramsowen Risley"

What kind of a name is that? It's not a name that you give your kid now, that's a name of some duke or earl that you read about in history class in some forsaken text book.

"But please, don't call me by my formal name. I go by Ramsey."

"Sure…" I was still shocked by his name. "So are you new here?" I mentally kicked myself afterwards. Of course he's new here, how could I have not noticed his hotness before? Shady…

Ramsey just gave me a funny look out of the corner of his eye. "Uh yah…"

"I'm having one of those `Earth swallow me now' moments…" I muttered

He smiled and laughed. "I was sort of thinking you were. So, what's your name or should I just call you garbage can guy for the rest of the year?"

"Shawn Raven." It was his turn to raise his eyebrow. "But I also have a nickname, Shady."

"And how do you get Shady out of Shawn Raven?"

"It's a long story… Maybe some other time I can tell you. But now, we should get back to class." I motioned towards the classroom door.

We entered the room, Ramsey first then I followed behind.

"Ah, Mr. Raven, you're feeling alright I hope?" The teacher asked looking away from the blackboard.

"Yah, nothing to worry about, just a little bit dehydrated. I said and smiled. "I'll be fine, really."

"That's good. I haven't had a student faint on me in years… not since we had that gas leak and half the class dropped before we realized what happened. Oh don't worry class, we fixed that gas line… I think."

The class was somehow not reassured by what he had said. I wonder why. Sarcasm, note the sarcasm.

I followed Ramsey to our table and sat down at the chair that only moments before I had fallen off of. I glanced up at the board to see what today's lesson would be. We were doing a lab. And not just any lab, we were using Bunsen burners. I prayed to the gods that Ramsey wasn't a pyro… as long as he wasn't like my last lab partner, Kyle. Kyle had enjoyed using flammable liquids to write his name on his desk, then he'd light his desk on fire. It was rumoured that Kyle was now in jail for armed robbery of a convenience store…

Inhaling deeply I read over the instructions detailed on the board and looked at Ramsey. He glanced over at me and smiled broadly, "I'm going to go get the Bunsen burner and light it."

Oh boy…

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Ramsey's POV

Well in some cases, moving to another part of the country, going to a new school, getting chased by boy crazy girls for over an hour, then meeting the boy of my dreams...................not a bad day.

I mean, just one little thing can cheer me up. And when it comes to fire, holy shit I'm going to have some fuuuuuuuun. Bunsen burners rock! Especially that they're the only legal fire in school! Well not legal 'leagal' but you get my point, right?

But when I carried Shady, that made my day, I felt like a knight in shiny armor. Ack, get a hold of yourself, Ramsey and you gotta stay away from your sister and her phsycotic dreams of meeting her 'knight'. But really, I kinda felt sooo special, and I could've sworn I felt something poke my back.....arugh Ramsey!

But when I came back with the bunsen burner, Shady looked like I was holding a snake in my hands. I made a sly grin, so he's afriad of the bunsen burners eh?

Not to be mean, but I have scared people half to death in my last couple of schools. I didn't mean to do it cruelly, I just do it to ....you know to make them 'face-their-fears' thing. Usually, I get a little carried away....but I'll go easy on Shady jus' because he's cute. Hey, am I mean? ......Don't answer that.

"Shady?" I asked quietly. Shady jumped when I said his name, his eyes wide and alert. Sheesh, he must be scared shit of the thing. Maybe I can fix that. I placed the bunsen burner on the table about a yard away from him and then said, "Are you scared of the thing? They wouldn't allow them if they were dangerous _dangerous_."

"I know, but trust me, I've experinced the fire's rage." Shady said eyeing the bunsen burner, afriad if he dropped his gaurd that it would shot fire balls. Okay, I got some wild imagination.

"In....what way?" I asked, interested. Shady twiddled his thumbs and said, "Let's just say, my last partner is in jail."

Whoa, I'm not surpised that he's scared of the thing _now_.

'Well trust me, I'm not that type, I can do the stuff for the bunsen burner so you don't have to go near the thing okay?" I said with a wink. Shady nodded and tried his best not to look at the bunsen burner, I couldn't help but chuckle at his antics.

So far, nothing out of the ordinary happened. I try to keep my concentration on the bunsen burner while it boiled the chemical that we were experimenting with. Sometimes I look from the corner of my eye to see Shady taking the notes on the board, his eyes would avert everywhere, on the clock, then the window, then the random people around us, kinda in his own little world. Sometimes he would notice that I was looking at him, but I turn away just in time before he could say anything.

I notice him drop his pencil on the floor. He got out of his chair and bent over and- Hellloooooo Dolly!

I was a little pre-occupied seeing the full blue moon in front of me that my hand touched the glass beaker where the chemical was boiling, which wasn't the smartest thing to do. Then pain shot my hand like knife as my hand stayed there for seconds. I gasped in pain and jerked it away, waving my hand to ease the pain.

This caused Shady to turn around in surprise, noticing my hand slightly red from being burnt. The other classmates either gasping in horror, asking others what happened, or were trying to hold in the fits of laughter.

The teacher turned around, "What is going-" Then he noticed my hand, "Mr. Risley!"

"Not now!" I hissed as I made a mad dash to the bathroom. After going in I just leaned on the wall and clutched my hand like a lifeline. It stung really badly. The pain just wouldn't go away.

"Ramsey? You okay man?" I looked over to see Shady looking at me in concern. I nodded weakly and said, "Yeah, just a clumsy doof, that's all." He still didn't drop the concerning face in those sapphire eyes of his. He walked over to me and stood eye to eye to me. I blinked in confusion, what was he doing?

He placed his hand over my injured one. I winced slightly, but Shady didn't remove his hand, instead, he pulled it closer to him and examined it for himself. He looked at me, I looked back at him confused since he had an unexplainable look in his face, his eyes was unreadable.

He placed his mouth over the burnt part of my hand and started to suckle, my eyes went wide, am I dreaming or is he licking the wound of my hand? I try to hold the urge to moan and out came a small whimper since it did sting a little.

He removed his mouth from my hand and looked at me, "Better?"

I blinked, then noticing he was expecting an answer, I blushed in stupidity and answered, "Yeah, much."

With that, he walked out of the bathroom, leaving me bewildered at what he had just done.

I mean, I couldn't beleive it......did he just sucked my hand like it was nothing? Man am I a slow dense. Hey wait a minute....wait a minute. Am I just going to let Shady just walk away?

Over my dead body.

I made a stride out of the bathroom and was able to see Shady ever so slowly go back to the classroom. I clasped my hand on his shoulder, which he stopped, but didn't turn around. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, perhaps licking his lobe in the process.

"Meet me after school outside. I drive you home." I moved away, brushing against him as I past.