Fan Fiction ❯ Prep and Punk ❯ Punk'd out ( Chapter 2 )

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Author’s Notes: Wow! I was so impressed by how many reviews I got just for the first chapter! I’m very excited and I just would like to thank everyone that review! All of your reviews tremendously benefited in my writing and I promise to update and use a larger vocabulary! ^-^ Now enjoy chapter two!

Punk’d out

Lunch...

The place that determined who and what you were in a school’s society. If you were a geek, then you would assemble toward the back of the lunch room, where no one would bother you. If you were a punk, then you parked yourself with the noisiest group in the entire lunchroom and if you were a prep, then your place would be right beside the door, so you would be the earliest to depart when the bell rang. In this case, Sora would be settling by the door.

As he entered the lunchroom like he performed everyday, arriving from the back of the lunchroom distant from his table, Sora spotted David the limo driver, delivering his food beside the table his friends were settling at currently. Advancing over toward the table and his friends, Sora beamed wide-eyed as he glimpsed the McDonald’s bag on the large white table. His stomach growled in anticipation, his nose inhaling the diverse aromas in the lunchroom. Arriving at the table, he greeted his friends in a diminutive wave and turned to David with a massive grin.

“Thank you, Dave!”

David bobbed his head in reply and bowed, leaving Sora to dine with his friends. With that accomplished, Sora turned back to his friends and smiled. “Hello everyone!”

“Hey Sora!” They responded, and then went back to their conversations, except Tidus, who eyeballed his food in a ravenous manner. Sora chuckled and slid his hand into the bag, deliberately sluggish pulling out a large fry, as he plunked down into a blue plastic chair. Plopping it into his mouth, Sora grinned as he swallowed. Continuing his everyday teasing, Sora chucked another one in his mouth, chewing utterly slow, resulting in a track of drool to gradually flow down Tidus’ chin. Sora simpered and leaned toward Tidus, wiping the drool from his mouth with his thumb.

“Everyday we go through this and everyday you never ask for a stupid fry!” Sora snickered and wiped the drool from his finger onto Tidus’ pasty white Polo shirt. “Now how about we do it the right way today, okay?” Sora smiled and held up a fry in front of Tidus’ face. “Now say it…”

“P-Please c-” He continued to eye the fry that Sora at the moment swayed in front of his face. “Oh screw it!” Swiftly, Tidus attempted to snatch the fry from his friend’s hand, but blundered as Sora pulled back. “Damn it Sora! You know how I am with food…!”

“Almost as worst as Sora, ya?” Wakka chuckled and slapped Tidus’ back, prompting Tidus to bend over from the sheer force.

Massaging his back, Tidus glanced back toward Wakka and scowled. “What was that for?!”

Wakka shrugged and focused his attention on the girls who were maintaining a conversation. When Tidus turned back to Sora to prevail in getting his fry, he discovered the entire packet of fries on his bare tray (since he had previously consumed everything before Sora had arrived). Tidus glanced toward Sora that was just taking a bite out of his Spicy chicken sandwich. Smiling, Tidus began to plop fries in his mouth speedily and finished before Sora could start on his second sandwich.

“Thanks Sora!” Tidus grinned and now eyed his friend’s sandwich. “How about a bite for your ol’ pal Tidus?”

“I’d be glad too!” Sora smirked and took another large chunky bite of his sandwich, chewing it with satisfaction.

“Hey!” Tidus crossed his arms in a pout, just like Sora would constantly do and averted his gaze elsewhere. “I see how it is…” Dramatically, he waved his hand in the air to emphasize his point. “I gave you so much and you have given me so little! I think our friendship has come to an end…” Increasing his volume, Tidus continued. “It is such a sorrowful ending!”

“Oh Tidus give it a rest!” Selphie twittered and crossed her arms, furious for him becoming so blustering. “You say that everyday because Sora refuses to give you anymore of his food! Leave him alone!” Her glare silenced everyone at the table and Tidus rose his hands up apologetically.

“Hey I’m sorry!”

“Maybe he should get out of that drama class, ya?” Wakka added with a smirk and Tidus shook his head.

“If I’m going to meet Yuna one day, I’m going to have to become famous and acting is the only way!”

Kairi giggled, eyes twinkling. “Because you sing like a sick cow…”

“And he acts like a baby all the time!” Selphie giggled with Kairi and both of them glanced over to each other with glittering eyes.

“Stop picking on me!” Tidus whined and cast his hand through his sandy blond hair. “Just because I like Yuna doesn’t mean you guys can pick on me!”

“She’s too pretty for you!” Selphie grinned impishly and stuck her tongue out; she was too sluggish for the angered Tidus.

Abruptly, Selphie screamed as Sora’s spicy chicken sandwich smacked her in the face. Mayonnaise dripped down her cheek and she rose from her chair, vigorously, generating the whole lunchroom to gaze at her with ridicule shimmering in their eyes. Tears burned her hazel orbs and she stomped her foot, fumingly.

“TIDUS!” She screeched, which made everyone conceal their ears. “YOU ARE GOING TO PAY!”

Sora glanced over toward Tidus, who realized he was about to have Hell sprang loose on him and Tidus yet again escalated his hands up regretfully. His blue orbs were as enlarged as baseballs. No one stirred for the dread of missing something.

As if in slow motion, Selphie scooped a wad of chocolate pudding in her hand, feeling the squishiness of it and flung it across the table at Tidus, who groaned at his white t-shirt becoming stained.

“FOOD FIGHT!”

The war of food commenced and heaps of food flew into the sky, smacking the innocent and the guilty. Laughter filled the whole Cafeteria and Sora received shelter beneath his table, observing the war outside from his secure sanctuary. He bounced back when a mound of spaghetti was flung right beside him. Frowning, Sora determined it was time to move out before he was whacked with unsolicited food.

Turning his body toward the door, he sighed as people blockaded the exit and was hurling food in front of it, laughing as people were being slapped in the face by their food. Sora sighed and shook his head. There was only one way to out.

Damn…

Pushing a chair out of his way, Sora made sure it would at least be safe and sound when he crawled out of the protection of his table. Gulping, Sora began to crawl out…

…to be smacked with a glob of chocolate pudding merged with mustard and ketchup and chunks of refried beans.

Wiping the wad of the assorted food from his face, Sora nearly gagged and he hurriedly slithered under the next table, raking a hand through his hair and feeling more of the revolting mess tangled in his spikes.

Well…this is gross…I wonder if the others are still flinging food at each other.

Concluding to simply renounce, regarding getting out of the Lunchroom, Sora enfolded his legs to his chest and rested his head on apex of his knees. “Well…it was worth a try…”

“Do rich boys always give up so easily?”

Sora’s head snapped up to notice Riku, resting next to him. His chest heaved as he inhaled and exhaled rapidly. Blotches of various food stains were on his white undershirt and he grasped his hoody in his hand. His gorgeous silver hair was filed to the side; remarkably it was still perfect and unfazed by the chaos reigning outside.

“Riku?”

“Hey rich boy…” A small grazed his pink lips and he passed a pale hand through his silvery spiky locks. “Nice fight, eh?”

“No!”

“What? Will your mommy take away your allowance because your shirt got dirty?” Teasingly, Riku grasped Sora’s cheek and squeezed, issuing a squeak out of Sora.

“Stop!” Pushing Riku away, Sora rubbed his throbbing cheek and scowled. “That hurt!”

Laughing, Riku shook his head. “What a rich boy…”

Growling, Sora pounced on Riku, triggering both of them to roll from beneath the table into the insanity of the Cafeteria. As they wrestled, food smacked there backs. The Food War ceased as the two boys struggled to triumph.

“For a rich boy…” Riku whispered into Sora’s ear as Riku restrained him to the floor. “You sure can put up a good struggle…”

“Ah!” Sora flinched when Riku’s intense pant collided into his ear, causing him to shudder uncontrollably and impulsively close his cobalt orbs.

Unexpectedly, Sora felt much lighter as he perceived a soft ‘thud’. Opening his eyes, Sora glimpsed an enraged Tidus beside him. Sora gasped and propped his self on his elbow, glancing beyond Tidus, recognizing the now black-eyed Riku radiating with ferocity.

Oh no…

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Riku snarled, pointing at Tidus.

“Don’t you dare touch Sora! Ever again!” Tidus fumed, cracking his neck and scowling at the Prince of Punks. “If you want to touch one of your damn Punk friends then fine, but never ever touch Sora! You got it punk?”

A sudden grin tugged at Riku’s pink lips. A smug expression was formed on his features as he crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side. Sora could acknowledge that Tidus was in for a callous comeback.

“I’m sorry that I was playing with your…boyfriend…” Riku smirked and turned his back to Tidus and Sora. “I wouldn’t have guessed that a rich boy like you was gay, not like I really care…” His hand swayed as he spoke, a mere habit he had acquired during the years.

Tidus’ blue eyes narrowed to mere slits as his body began to quiver with fury. He clenched his teeth and averted his gaze away from the Prince of Punks only to face Sora, with something anonymous in his features. As bright blue gazed into cobalt blue, Sora experienced a pang of sorrow for his best friend and frowned.

“Why so speechless rich boy, eh? Can’t face the truth can you? You know your gay…that’s why you can’t look at me!” Chuckling in the stillness, Riku sensed the stares of everyone on the two boys and he smirked in contentment.

“Stop it Riku!” Sora bounded up and glared at the silver-haired boy. “Leave Tidus alone!”

Riku’s smirk became a frown and he spun back to gaze at Sora. Filling guilty for pushing this on Sora, but he had to keep his ego going well and strong.

“Does that mean you’re gay as well?”

Sora frowned and crossed his arms, contemplating on how to finish this conversation and keep everyone in line.

“Ahem…”

Every stare turned to gaze at a lone senior, who sat mutely in his chair and held a sandwich in his gloved hands. His tresses of brown hair hung below his shoulders by a bit and he wore a black leather jacket with black leather pants. His stone-bitter gray-blue orbs stared down at his sandwich and an eyebrow twitched out of sheer annoyance, the King of Punks sat in his rightful place on the end of a stretched out colorless table.

Riku trudged over toward Sora and Tidus and grinned, walking pass Sora, Riku whispered in his ear:

“Call me later…”

With that everyone resumed what they were doing before the food fight and Sora and Tidus sighed in relief.

“Thanks Tidus…”

“No problem Sora!” Rubbing the back on his head, Tidus shrugged as if to say ‘It wasn’t such a big deal’ and he led Sora back to the messy table, where Kairi, Selphie and Wakka waited for them. Kairi and Selphie were complaining about the stains on their clothes and Wakka patted Tidus on the back.

“Good job, ya?”

“What is going on here…?”

Barging in, the Principal halted to gaze at everyone in the Cafeteria. His long locks of silver hair cascaded down his back and seemed to be coiling around his body infuriated. He gazed around the room and ceased on Riku with a sort of familiarity.

“Riku…”

“Yeah! Yeah! I’m coming!” With a wave to the entire Cafeteria, Riku grinned and pursued after Principal Sephiroth.

Sora frowned and sighed. It wasn’t his fault at all for the food fight…maybe he should attempt to ask Tidus if he would take some of the blame for the food fight, since he started everything…

“Tidus…” Sora began. “Maybe you s-”

BRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGG!

The Cafeteria full of students, filed out and formed their original groups, only the stains of food on their clothes and the smell reminding them of what previously occurred.

“Gotta go! See you later Sora!” With a tiny wave, Tidus dashed off, leaving Sora sulking to his next class.

BBRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG!!

Damn it!

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“Mister Riku…please have a seat.”

Sighing, Riku plopped down into the leather chair and grinned, clasping his hands jointly and tilting his head to the side, presenting himself as perfectly chaste. Though his features were innocent, his appearance wasn’t.

Principal Sephiroth cleared his throat and gracefully planted himself in his bulky black-leathered chair. His hands clasped in a similar manner as Riku’s, but more solemn.

“Riku…what has gotten into you lately?” The momentous man spoke and stared at Riku sternly. “This behavior is unacceptable!” Slamming his fist on his oak table, Sephiroth scowled at the younger boy and shook his head, his silver tresses shifting to and fro.

“I’ve given you every form of punishment in the school system…except one…”

Riku averted his gaze away from the man and gulped. Please…don’t say it…

“I haven’t expelled you…which I, by no means, wish to do so.” Sephiroth gazed out the window and frowned as a nest of blue birds chirped and stretched out their wings, flapping them and flying off.

“So?” Riku interrupted the distracted man and Sephiroth shook his head as if he were in a daze. He rose and placed his hand on his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully and a phantom of a smile curved onto his lips.

“I have a plan…” Turning his back toward Riku, Sephiroth ambled toward the door and opened it, calling out to the school’s secretary. “Miss Heartilly?”

Immediately, Riku could glimpse black hair from his view and watched as the two began to talk frivolously, setting a frown on Riku’s lips.

What was worst than being expelled?

There was a lengthy silence in which Riku shrugged and leaned back in his chair, his feet crossing each other and his eyelids became heavy. He could just make out the rattling of the air conditioner. Just before he descended into a serene slumber, Riku jolted up as he heard the door open and slam shut.

Cobalt blue met Jade and Sora and Riku stared at each other, before a petite ‘ahem’ caused them to stir from their staring competition of sorts. Sora glanced over toward Sephiroth, who motioned for Sora to take a seat, in which he complied.

“Now Sora…you probably desire to understand why I called you here into my office.”

“Yes sir.” Sora nodded in agreement and waited anxiously for the older male to continue.

“Since you are one of the best students in the school…”

Riku sighed and crossed his arms in absolute boredom. Come on Seph…just say my punishment and let’s get this over with…

“I want you to tutor Riku in the manners department everyday after school starting next week…”

“WHAT?!” Sora exclaimed, mouth gaping.

Why Seph? Why?! Remaining calm, Riku exhaled a cavernous sigh and stared at the crimson-carpeted floor.

“It shouldn’t be permanent…unless someone doesn’t cooperate…” Sephiroth’s unyielding gaze focused on Riku and Riku huffed in reply. “I mean it Riku…if you don’t learn some manners…you’ll be expelled…”

Glowering, Riku shrugged and glanced over to Sora, who was frowning.

“What’s your problem rich boy? Don’t like people that aren’t as wealthy as you?”

Puffing his bottom lip in a pout, Sora was about to speak, when Sephiroth interrupted.

“Well…it seems you boys will do quite fine!” With a minute smile, Sephiroth pointed with a long skinny pale finger toward the door. “I trust you two can see your way out…”

Trudging out the door, Sora and Riku both sighed in unison. Riku rolled his eyes out of meager custom and Sora frowned.

“Well…I guess we’re going to become friends, right?” Sora exclaimed cheerfully. Riku brushed past the optimistic teen and shrugged.

“We’ll see…”

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After his last class, Sora covered his mouth as he yawned and gazed wearily at the black lustrous limo waiting for him. He smiled and sauntered over, David hopped out of the vehicle and dashed over to the door, opening it for Sora and he smiled.

“Good afternoon, Sora. How was your day today?”

Sora’s shoulders hung limp and he shrugged. “It was okay…”

“I see there was another food fight?” David inquired and Sora smiled.

“Yeah…”

“Well! Let’s get home so you can change those clothes!” David replied sanguinely and Sora plopped onto the leather interior. In a flash, David and Sora were driving home.

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Slamming the door shut, Riku noiselessly, stomped into the room and snarled in frustration. Who does he think he is?! Quivering with irritation, Riku hurled his book bag to the ground and punted it to the side. Relieved that his parents weren’t home at the moment, Riku had some time to resent Sephiroth.

Trailing into the living room, consisting of one television, a single red couch and a stereo. He scowled at the picture of himself and the man he bitterly hated at the moment.

He was a little boy, no less than five years old with short silver locks and large jade orbs. They were at a park in autumn and leaves were descending to the ground in the picture. He was laughing on Sephiroth’s shoulders as the older man flashed pearly whites to the camera.

Damn Uncles…they’re such nuisances! I know he’s going to be spying on me as well…damn it!

Brutally grasping his silver locks of pointy hair, he pulled and gritted his teeth in pain as throbbing pain began to pervade through his head. Deciding that it wasn’t the best way to blow off some steam, Riku unclenched his beautiful tresses of a silver hue and tapped his thigh, pondering a way to let go of some steam.

So…what will be my next prank? Hmm…

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Turning on the radio, he shrugged his shoulders and decided to remain on this station (even though there was commercials playing at the time). He stared at the piece of paper and Riku’s deep sexy voice rang inside his head.

“Call me…”

“And now Ladies and Gentlemen more of the best of the 80’s and more on 105.7. It’s the song we know and love…‘Jenny 867-5309’! Enjoy!”

Jenny, Jenny
Who can I turn to?
You give me something I can hold on to
I know you think I'm like the others before
I saw your name and number on the wall
Jenny I got your number
I'm gonna make you mine
Jenny don’t change your Number!

Unhurriedly, Sora opened the piece of paper just as the chorus began to commence.

867-5309
867-5309
867-5309
867-5309!< /i>

8...6...7...5...3...0...9? WHAT?!

He couldn’t believe he was Punk’d by someone that he had just met! Pouting, Sora shred the slip of paper in pieces and threw them like confetti. He crossed his arms and watched as the tiny pieces fell to the ground.

This is going to be difficult to be Riku’s friend…

867-5309
867-5309
867-5309
86 7-5309

As if mocking him, the chorus continued to sing and Sora furiously turned the radio off, glancing out the window, fumingly.

What an asshole…

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Chapter two done! I can’t believe I wrote this long of a chapter! I wrote even more than the other one (which is a big accomplishment for me, though I do write pretty good amount chapters! ^-^) Anyway, I hope I get as much reviews as the last one…or even more! So please REVIEW!! REVIEW!! REVIEW!!