Date: Sat, 10 Apr 2004 17:32:51 -0700 (PDT) From: Running_Through_Blind Subject: running through blind part 8 This story and the characters in it belong to me!!! Ask for my permission before using them, and if any of the characters resembles you well freak accident and go along for the ride. Running Through Blind Part 8 Monday The sound of shoes echoed through the silent halls. Occasionally sounds could be heard from the classroom doors, lining the walls. Students sat silently listening, reading, passing notes, writing. ~ Meanwhile ~ Kyle's back was pushed up against the washroom wall. Rhys held him down as he pushed in for a kiss. Their lips melted together for a while. Savouring each others taste. Kyle pushed Rhys off, and the boys took a breather "You think we should go back to class?" Kyle said between pants "What class do you have now?" "Biology. You?" "Physics, I did biology last year, I can teach you later." They resumed their little illicit make out session for another few minutes. Pushing off again, Kyle gave Rhys a little look "Hey weren't you in the middle of something in class?" "A lab. I got it covered.." "Rhys we should get back you know." "Well aren't we a little goodie goodie." "Schmeh, you're a genius, I need to get back to class." Rhys pouts "Fine your right, I wouldn't want to spoil my GPA now would I." Kyle rolled his eyes. "I'll make it up to you later" "Sounds saucy. It's a deal. Now get to class." With that he slapped Kyle's bum sharply "Yowch!!! that really hurts" "I like it rough. Tough." "You're in for it." "Counting on it." Pushing the door open, the boys checked to see if the coast was clear. They were in a washroom near the end of the school, behind the auditorium where no one goes usually. With the coast clear, the boys righted their uniforms as they made their way back to class. ~ Later ~ Cary walked into the lunchroom. It was packed as usual. Kids scattered about, rushing to and from their tables to clean their trays. Stepping over a dropped tray, Cary proceeded to get his lunch card scanned and picked up a tray. Joining the cramped queue he tripped slightly and bumped into someone. "Sorry. O hey Kyle" "Cary. What's up?" "Not much, you going to the dance Friday?" "Probably not. Not really my thing anymore." "Well that's a big change. I thought you were all into those. You know getting your 'freak' on and shit." Raising his brow, "'freak on'... Yeah not so much. And who uses the term 'freak' in that context anymore anyway. Come to think of it, who uses that word at all." "... what an odd out of place comment to make." "Random is what random does." Kyle added shrugging Rhys moved up the queue to join Kyle "Hey Kyle, err Hey Cary." "Rhys." Cary gave a curt nod "Wassup?" "Not much. You know just getting lunch I guess..." "Ahh... wouldn't have guessed. So... you going to the dance this Friday?" "There's a dance!!! O my goodness I wouldn't miss it for the world!!!" Rhys stated sarcastically, "Take that as a no." "Sorry," he said with a chuckle, "I hate dances" "Why?" "Its kinda silly, but grade 8 girls and boys scare he bejesus outta me." "Well it is kinda sketchy..." "I take it your going?" "No, I have other plans." "Such as...?" "Watching tv and wallowing in self pity?" "Oooo I always do that!!!... sad isn't it." "Just a bit." "Actually, I'm going out to a party. You guys interested?" "Sure, I guess." Kyle said. "I'll get back to you on that." Rhys added in As this was going on between the two other boys, Kyle stood silently. Finally the three boys reached got their food and made their way to some seats. As they were sitting down, Rhys ducked quickly as a blob of cafeteria brand Shepard's pie skimmed his head, hitting Cary square in the face. The cafeteria erupted in a roar of laughter and chanting. Teachers rushed to quell the rowdy students and to regain some semblance of order. *Authors note: boys schools are so pathetic...* "Oh my God. Are you ok?" Rhys struggled to restrain a rising giggle. "Yeah dude, just fine." "Here" Rhys handed car a napkin to wipe his face. "Thanks" The boys sat down for a minute and suddenly, they burst out laughing. "O hey you missed a spot," reaching over Rhys wiped of a piece of mash potato. "Aww that was such a tender moment. Does this mean we're dating?" Cary batted his eyes and looked straight at Rhys. "I dunno, your hot, but I don't think you can handle this." Kyle seemed to grow more sullen as the moments drew on his silent sulk boiled rapidly in him. "Hey do you know what time it is?" Cary asked "'bout 1:15." "Shit, I gotta go, Math tutorial. Catch up with you guys later k?" "Seeya! It was nice to get to know you Cary." "Yeah the conversation was... interesting, Seeya Rhys, and Kyle we need to talk later. Bye." "Bye." Kyle murmured "Hey Kyle what's wrong?" "Nothing... eating." "Cary's nice, how come I haven't talked to him before... come to think of it, I don't know many of your friends." "Yeah... well it seemed like you got on well with him." "Indeed, he's very nice and actually can hold a conversation, much like you used to. Whats up?" "I dunno, don't you think its kinda weird, you know that whole wiping his face thing?" "O my God your jealous. That hilarious and slightly cliched. I can't believe this. HAHAHAHAHA" "What! Wait no, that's silly, of course I'm not jealous." "O yeah, sure, your just normally really mopy." "Well I'm not. Just quiet." "O hurl. God your so jealous. Look at you your literally green." "Well fine, but was it just me, or was he flirting and were you flirting back?" "Ummm... I don't think he was actually flirting with me. First I'm not a girl, second I would never flirt with Cary. I just met Cary, and if I did, I'm pretty sure he'd beat the shit out of me. Boys school remember, whole image thing." "Well that proves nothing, we flirted quite a bit." "I'd say something like, that's because we were meant to be, but that's so Disney, and I'd have to stab myself." "Evading the question." "That was a statement to answer my assertion actually." "Whatever. Avoid the issue then." "I'm not avoiding the issue, because there is no issue!!!" "Yes there is! He was flirting, and you were flirting back!!!" Kyle roared and walked away Running up behind him, and forcefully spinning him around, Rhys looked angrily into Kyle's eyes. "Don't you ever turn your back on me like that, and don't you ever accuse me of something like that. Hell, I just met Cary, and he seems a bit to out of it for me anyway so smarten up, or I will kick your ass." "I'm sorry." Kyle began started, Rhys could tell that Kyle was fighting back tears. "O Kyle. Stop. God. All we do is cry. We are such girls, or pansy boys from those stupid soap operas." Kyle chuckled amidst his heavy breathing. "Hey, wanna ditch last period? We can uhh 'hang out' if you get my drift." "But why would I wanna get plastered from bitch drinks and sing show tunes right now?" "O that wasn't even funny. Hardee -har-har. I don't sing show tunes aor drink bitch drinks in my spare time. That's more of a social thing for me. And I'm driving, you're a mess." "Well you could always toughen me up. *wink* *wink*" "You're a real smart ass you know." Kyle opened his mouth to say something but Rhys cut him off. " And no I'm not going to make your ass smart." "Hey I wasn't going to say that." "Then what were you going to say." "Uhhh never mind." Kyle just laughed and ran off. "Hey I need those keys!!!" Rhys screamed as he dashed off after Kyle. End of part 8 Ok guys. This chapter was a bit shaft. But that's ok. I'm really sick right now. Thats my excuse, and I'm sticking to it. Got a problem with it, just deal. HAHAHAHA, I love having total say over my work. MWHAHAHAH. 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