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Far Out ((Part 3)) |
| Written by Sneh =] | |
| Wednesday, 02 April 2008 | |
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Share it:       35 minutes and 42 seconds had passed since class had started, according to Jesse's spiffy but fairly useless foreign watch, and yet here he was, still stuck on the first problem of his review packet.1) sq. root of x+2 = 4(2/3) + x (squared) Having already filled the remainder of the page with aimless doodling, Jesse decided to at least take a stab at the confusing mixture of variables and roots. x= He thought. And thought. And eventually he realized he had no idea how to do this at all. Frustrated, he filled in x= whatever, it's not like anyone gives half a **** about math anyway The half-smile on his face quickly turned into a line of indifference as Mrs. Larson walked by to check up on him. From the dissapointed cluck of her tongue and shake of her head, he could she tell she was not as amused. "Jesse, are you having trouble with this?" He leaned back against the plastic frame of his chair and twirled a pencil in one hand, simultaneously glancing at all the other students who seemed to be scribbling furtively away at their own papers. "No, Mrs. Larson, what're you talking about? I'm a whiz at this. The Picasso of square roots, the Bach of imaginary numbers, the--" "Thank you for that lovely bit of sarcasm, Mr. Worth," She replied with a sigh. "Obviously I'm not helping you much...perhaps we can get one of your fellow peers to help you out a bit." Immediately, and seemingly out of nowhere, a flash of red hair appeared beside them. "Icouldhelp!" Indiana exlaimed, beaming. "I mean, 'cause, um, I'm really good with math and stuff and...and...yeah." He grinned even wider, though at this point Jesse's attention had returned to his paper. The teacher hesitated, then nodded. "All right, I suppose you two can work together...but I'll be around if either of you need any help..." She sent one of her patented glares at Jesse before returning to the front of the room. "Um, so...what do you need help with?" Hazel pupils shifted angrily from the sheet, to Indiana, and back to the sheet again. "Nothing. I don't need help. Go away." "Yes you do." "No, I don't. At least not from you, thanks." Indiana mock-frowned. "Aw, c'mon baby, don't be like that." The brunette groaned and gritted his teeth. "First of all, shut the **** up, I'm not your 'baby', and second of all, leave me alone." The other boy rolled his eyes and smiled. "You're cute when you're pissed," He said, huddling closer until Jesse realized they were almost cheek-to-cheek. "Jesus Christ!" He screamed, drawing the attention of every person in the classroom. And, of course, Mrs. Larson was there in an instant. "What's going on here?" She hissed, her eyes resembling those of a python about to strike. "Jesse, I've warned you so many times..." "I wasn't even--!" "To the principal's office, Mr. Worth! Now!" She barked, and Jesse had no other option than to rise out of his seat and walk through the crowd of surprised, confused faces into the hall. As if to add insult to injury, Indiana followed him to the door. "Look, I didn't mean to get you into trouble..." Jesse shook his head and turned away. "Whatever." ----------------------------------------------------------------- On the bus, the native Kansian sat in the back and hoped Indiana was taking some other route home. But to his dismay, he saw the freckled young man step onto the bus, chatting amiably with the sole black kid in their math class. He groaned inwardly to himself, expecting Indiana to look around and attempt to find him...but instead, the pair edged into a seat near the bus doors and sat down, sending nary a glance his way. Slightly dissapointed, he titled his head in their direction, straining his ears so that he could catch at least a snippet of what they were talking about. Hearing nothing more than the words "power" and "panther", he sighed and sat back in his seat. It's better this way, he said to himself. That kid's too open and out there...he's just going to get you in a lot of trouble, whether he means to or not. His train of thoughts continued down this bitter path for a quarter of an hour until he saw his bus stop come up. Miserably, he trailed behind Indiana as the redhead strode onto the sidewalk, humming tunelessly. As the bus pulled around the corner, Jesse expected the boy to attempt to strike up conversation, to make up for what had occured in the morning. But once again the Irishman seemed to be in a world of his own, completely ignorant of the fact that Jesse was no longer walking beside him but instead standing on the sidewalk, looking longingly at the back of his sorrel-toned locks. "Indiana?" He whispered, to no one and to everyone, as a small, stinging tear fell onto his cheek. Of course. Of course. He had had something wonderful, even if it was a bit dangerous, and he had just ****** it up like every other potentially wonderful aspect of his life. Angry with himself and at a loss of what to do, he ran to that oft-visited place where he had waited out his frustrations for many years: the towering maple oak tree in his backyard that had served as a clubhouse in his childhood. Clinging close to the rough bark, he slid onto the grass and began to openly sob while wondering what the hell was wrong with him. If he wasn't an invert and a dumbass and a really rather useless individual, perhaps things would have been better. "Jesse?" Those same verdant eyes that had both seduced and ignored him peeked behind the thick brown skin of the tree, repent glistening in their pupils. "Are you still mad at me?" Jesse sighed, partially due to his relief that his Irish sweetheart had not walked out of his life. "Sort of," He answered truthfully. The other boy took a seat beside him. "Well...I'm sorry." Jesse snorted in derision. "Oh thanks, that fixes everything." "No," Indiana breathed, his face directly across from Jesse's. "I'm not apologizing for what I did...I'm apologizing for what I didn't do." The brunette shook his head and looked away. "I don't understand what you're talking--" It was then that a plump, pinkish pair of lips graced his own, creating a lovely, tingling sensation across his entire body; it was then that Jesse understood. Copyright 2008 Sneh =] |
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