Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Take Back Your Pain ❯ Rack 'Em Up, Babe ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Anaki Of The Blood Wolves 
Detention, Pissy Teachers, and Friendship
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Detention, Pissy Teachers, and Friendship
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.16.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 128 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Three: Rack 'Em Up, Babe
~Rhira~
I looked up at the chick trying to be tough and get me outta her
seat. I just gave her a look and didn't move.
"Hey! Didn't you hear me you wimp? Get the hell outta my seat!"
I just stare at her, still not moving. She glares at me, then
scoffs.
"Man, you're not worth it wimp. Not even worth my time." she says,
then sits in the seat across from me. I frown, flipping her off, but
she just smirks at me.
"No, I refuse to do that with you!"
I just look confused.
*Wtf?*
Oh well, she wasn't worth my time. I had an assload of Pre-Cal
homework, it wouldn't help me to argue with this 'bitch', so I put
on my headphones and tuned her out. Only thing was, she didn't take the hint.
"Watcha doin'?" she asks, apparently knowing I can still her through
my headphones.
Damnable headphones.
"I'm doing Pre-Calculus homework."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
I frown, turning to face her, a blank look on my face.
"If I don't get this done babe, because you're bothering me, then
I'm going to kill you."
She sneers, leaning so close to me that I can feel her breath on my
face.
"You're gonna kill me with what, wimp?"
I know that by now every eye in the class is on me. The teacher is
still reading the paper, the idiot. The people here who know me or
have heard of me don't think
I'm bluffing. The ones who don't or haven't...well...
I smirk, reaching a hand down to my pocket and pulling out a medium
sized butterfly knife, laying it gently on the tabletop as I pull
the handles back to reveal the jagged blade. I look at her for a reaction.
"Wow, you're serious?" she states, and I watch as she gets up,
hurrying off to another desk. Finally, annoyance aside, I was going
to get back to my homework. I quickly pocket the knife as Mr. Gerald looks over, ruffling his
paper as he turns the page. I quickly go back to my work, noticing
the girl giving me weird looks every five seconds. I wondered what that was all about. It's not like I
did anything to her.
At least nothing painful.
Thirty minutes later and twenty pages of homework later, the bell
rings, freeing from our incarceration.
"Alright, get outta here you future burger flippers! Now!" Mr.
Gerald exclaims, flipping another page, not bothering to grace us with his gaze.
I hate that teacher.
***
You ever notice how you don't notice somebody until you meet 'em?
Well that was the case with that chick. Until an hour ago, she was
just another nameless face in the crowd. Now she has a name, it's
Shane, and apparently I am stuck with her as a Chemistry partner.
"So...what do we do?" I ask, knowing full well what we are supposed
to be doing, but I just wanted to see what she'd say.
"Well you know, you threatened me, so I'm not helping you."
I frown, shaking my head and turning to the matter at hand. We had
to make a harmless solution out of strychnine, hydrochloric acid,
and bleach.
Ask not where the teacher got this idea from.
"You won't get a grade if you don't help." I reply, pulling on my
thick gloves and 'carefully' pouring the hydrochloric acid into an
empty beaker.
"Fine." she mumbles, not scooting closer to me, but instead reaching
over to grab the flask of strychnine with her bare hands.
“That’ll kill you if it splashes out on your hand, you know.
Strychnine is generally absorbed through the skin.”
She quickly recoils as I start laughing.
“I’m kidding, it can only be absorbed through the eyes or mouth. Not
just if it gets on your skin. At least I don’t think.”
“I hate you.” she says, pulling on some gloves.
“Trust me babe, the feeling’s mutual.” I reply, pouring the bleach
into the acid. It bubbles violently, seeming to settle down a minute
later, before it turns an odd cloudy color. I frown, looking at the
sheet for conformation.
“That wasn’t supposed to...” I start, but I don’t get a word in
edgewise before Shane dumps the whole of the strychnine into the
beaker. “Wait!”
“What?!” she asks, apparently not noticing the solution that’s now
frothing violently.
I growl, quickly using the safety cap provided and clamping it down
on the beaker. The frothing dies off, some of the liquid running
down the side of the glass only to sizzle a quarter-sized hole in
the glossy tabletop.
“That’s what.” I reply, shaking my head in exasperation. “We could
have been in big trouble or killed if that had been allowed to
explode.”
I hear another student calling for Ms. Nequam, she hurries over to us with an angry look
pasted on her features.
Ms. Nequam was a fairly plumpy woman with a pug face. She was also the nicest Italian lady
you'd ever meet...well...until you did something stupid in her class, then she would rip your head off.
I was sweating bullets by the time she got to our table, which was rare in itself because I am a normally
apathetic person by nature. Shane, however, had this giant smile on her face.
"Hi Ms. Nequam, how are you?" she asked, waving jovially at the teacher.
The lady was, in essence, a volcano. A volcano that was very well capped, but it was with that little bit of
denial (or teasing, I can't decide which) that she finally blew.
"OUT! GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW! GO TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE!" she yells, deafening
me as she jabs her finger towards the door. I calmly gather my stuff, Shane right behind me as I head out the door.
"I 'really' hate you." she states, a slight grin on her face now. She was joking apparently.
"Trust me babe, I love you too." I reply, letting a smirk grace my features as I shake her hand.
I had never expected to get a new friend today.
~Rhira~
I looked up at the chick trying to be tough and get me outta her
seat. I just gave her a look and didn't move.
"Hey! Didn't you hear me you wimp? Get the hell outta my seat!"
I just stare at her, still not moving. She glares at me, then
scoffs.
"Man, you're not worth it wimp. Not even worth my time." she says,
then sits in the seat across from me. I frown, flipping her off, but
she just smirks at me.
"No, I refuse to do that with you!"
I just look confused.
*Wtf?*
Oh well, she wasn't worth my time. I had an assload of Pre-Cal
homework, it wouldn't help me to argue with this 'bitch', so I put
on my headphones and tuned her out. Only thing was, she didn't take the hint.
"Watcha doin'?" she asks, apparently knowing I can still her through
my headphones.
Damnable headphones.
"I'm doing Pre-Calculus homework."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
I frown, turning to face her, a blank look on my face.
"If I don't get this done babe, because you're bothering me, then
I'm going to kill you."
She sneers, leaning so close to me that I can feel her breath on my
face.
"You're gonna kill me with what, wimp?"
I know that by now every eye in the class is on me. The teacher is
still reading the paper, the idiot. The people here who know me or
have heard of me don't think
I'm bluffing. The ones who don't or haven't...well...
I smirk, reaching a hand down to my pocket and pulling out a medium
sized butterfly knife, laying it gently on the tabletop as I pull
the handles back to reveal the jagged blade. I look at her for a reaction.
"Wow, you're serious?" she states, and I watch as she gets up,
hurrying off to another desk. Finally, annoyance aside, I was going
to get back to my homework. I quickly pocket the knife as Mr. Gerald looks over, ruffling his
paper as he turns the page. I quickly go back to my work, noticing
the girl giving me weird looks every five seconds. I wondered what that was all about. It's not like I
did anything to her.
At least nothing painful.
Thirty minutes later and twenty pages of homework later, the bell
rings, freeing from our incarceration.
"Alright, get outta here you future burger flippers! Now!" Mr.
Gerald exclaims, flipping another page, not bothering to grace us with his gaze.
I hate that teacher.
***
You ever notice how you don't notice somebody until you meet 'em?
Well that was the case with that chick. Until an hour ago, she was
just another nameless face in the crowd. Now she has a name, it's
Shane, and apparently I am stuck with her as a Chemistry partner.
"So...what do we do?" I ask, knowing full well what we are supposed
to be doing, but I just wanted to see what she'd say.
"Well you know, you threatened me, so I'm not helping you."
I frown, shaking my head and turning to the matter at hand. We had
to make a harmless solution out of strychnine, hydrochloric acid,
and bleach.
Ask not where the teacher got this idea from.
"You won't get a grade if you don't help." I reply, pulling on my
thick gloves and 'carefully' pouring the hydrochloric acid into an
empty beaker.
"Fine." she mumbles, not scooting closer to me, but instead reaching
over to grab the flask of strychnine with her bare hands.
“That’ll kill you if it splashes out on your hand, you know.
Strychnine is generally absorbed through the skin.”
She quickly recoils as I start laughing.
“I’m kidding, it can only be absorbed through the eyes or mouth. Not
just if it gets on your skin. At least I don’t think.”
“I hate you.” she says, pulling on some gloves.
“Trust me babe, the feeling’s mutual.” I reply, pouring the bleach
into the acid. It bubbles violently, seeming to settle down a minute
later, before it turns an odd cloudy color. I frown, looking at the
sheet for conformation.
“That wasn’t supposed to...” I start, but I don’t get a word in
edgewise before Shane dumps the whole of the strychnine into the
beaker. “Wait!”
“What?!” she asks, apparently not noticing the solution that’s now
frothing violently.
I growl, quickly using the safety cap provided and clamping it down
on the beaker. The frothing dies off, some of the liquid running
down the side of the glass only to sizzle a quarter-sized hole in
the glossy tabletop.
“That’s what.” I reply, shaking my head in exasperation. “We could
have been in big trouble or killed if that had been allowed to
explode.”
I hear another student calling for Ms. Nequam, she hurries over to us with an angry look
pasted on her features.
Ms. Nequam was a fairly plumpy woman with a pug face. She was also the nicest Italian lady
you'd ever meet...well...until you did something stupid in her class, then she would rip your head off.
I was sweating bullets by the time she got to our table, which was rare in itself because I am a normally
apathetic person by nature. Shane, however, had this giant smile on her face.
"Hi Ms. Nequam, how are you?" she asked, waving jovially at the teacher.
The lady was, in essence, a volcano. A volcano that was very well capped, but it was with that little bit of
denial (or teasing, I can't decide which) that she finally blew.
"OUT! GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW! GO TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE!" she yells, deafening
me as she jabs her finger towards the door. I calmly gather my stuff, Shane right behind me as I head out the door.
"I 'really' hate you." she states, a slight grin on her face now. She was joking apparently.
"Trust me babe, I love you too." I reply, letting a smirk grace my features as I shake her hand.
I had never expected to get a new friend today.