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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 1:57 am
Awww crap. She was late! And not just by a few minutes, either.
Her digital clock face was blank - clearly the batteries had died in the middle of the night, and so her alarm hadn't gone off. And now, according to her watch...well, class had started twenty minutes ago. The back of her mind was nagging at her to just not bother, by the time she was ready class would be nearly over and it'd just make a worse impression appearing as the class ended. She could fake being ill pretty well. But...but it was History. And she was bad enough at history as it was. She needed to fetch the notes off of the Professor, anyway. Ugh, there went her 'free' evening tonight. She'd have to catch up.
Hurried shoving bits of paper and books into her bag, Kimmie continuously let out a string of curses. Finally grabbing a hairbrush, she ran it quickly through her hair. Holding a few hair clips in her teeth she left her room, hurriedly trying to fix her fringe into the right place as she clambered down the stairs, not looking where she was going...and tripping.
Sending her books flying everywhere.
"s**t!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 3:38 pm
"GOD-DAMN!" someone cursed back. Somewhere among the fluttering papers staggered Sue's form - clutching at his forehead, where one of the heaviest books had struck him right smack on the noggin.
Now, people liked to joke that Sue was pretty empty-headed. "Kitty litter for brains" was the popular one going around, he believed. But with his vision sparkling and balance swinging to and fro, like he were on a ship's deck during the storm of the century, he was at least fairly certain that there was in fact a brain behind that thick skull of his, and that maybe he ought to sit....
WHAM. Sue had overshot sitting, and wound up sprawling flat on his back. Whoops. He let out a whining moan, promising that he was still conscious, but with the way the ceiling was spinning, he wasn't looking too eager to get up anytime soon. And the worst of it: He'd fallen right onto Kimmie's history book, so she couldn't even hurry past him and try to ignore him. How rude!
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:46 am
Okay, she was just going to give up. She'd go find her history teacher tomorrow and ask him for the notes then. Tell him she thought she had that weird meningitis going around and didn't want to infect anyone else. It was weird, the people dying. She'd heard that the girl they'd found had looked more like she'd drowned. But Kimmie hadn't known her, not personnally. Abeline, had it been? She'd seen her around, but that was all. Still...it was sad that she'd died.
Not having originally realized she'd hit someone with her history book, Kimmie began to collect the papers scattered around her, before finally spotting a polished shoe and realizing she wasn't the only one there. She glanced up, blinking, spotting the hand clutching his forehead...and slowly al became clear. Her face paled, Kimmie rushing to her feet, about to try help him before he fell backwards after trying to sit, probably only injuring himself more. "********! I'm so so so so so sorry!" Should she help him up? Or would that only hurt him more? Aww crap, why was she such a clutz lately!?
"Are you okay?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 1:55 am
"Y... you hit me." Propping himself up on an elbow, pressing a palm to the bruising spot (oh god was it bleeding, if it was bleeding there was going to be trouble, Sue blurredly emphasized, "With a book!"
Well, at least his memory wasn't impaired, even if his eyes hadn't quite uncrossed yet.
He pushed himself up to full sitting then, rocking into his knees with a hiss of pained complaint. Was he okay? He might have shed a few IQ points, but it wasn't likely that anyone would ever know the difference - people tended to assume he was pretty dumb in the first place. As though being stupid was the same thing as being mean.
Speaking of which.
"What the ********? Am I okay? No, I am not okay!" Sue snarled at Kimmie. Picking up one of the fallen texts, he waved it threateningly in the air as he stated again - "You hit me! WITH A BOOK! God, you know, I don't think they offer remedial classes for how to use the ******** stairs. You might just be too stupid to live."
Well, he was recovered enough to be an a**. That was a good sign, wasn't it?
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 5:13 am
Kimmie blinked, somewhat surprised by the reaction. She was expecting a whole 'No worries it was an accident' or a 'No it was my fault sorry!' like she got from Yvette quite a lot. She certainly wasn't expecting such...anger. Geez, this kid had to lighten up! Suprise soon wiped from her face, replaced by anger of her own, Kimmie snatched her book back from his hand, "It was an accident, dickhead! No need to get so stroppy!"
She'd been in a rush! "I didn't hit you on purpose!" Although right now she was beginning to wish she had. And attempts to get to History on time had been abandoned. "Oh, so you've never been in such a rush that you've tripped? Well I'm sorry, Mr. I'm-so-perfect-everyone-can-kiss-my-a**, but the world doesn't revolve around you!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 3:57 pm
Didn't hit him on purpose? Was Sue supposed to believe that crap? And even if it was an accident, it was still her fault for being clumsy! Why the hell was she getting mad at him?!
Getting his persecution face on, Sue growled up at Kimmie. "I've never been in such a rush that I nearly ******** killed another student!" Oh yes, the exaggerations were coming out. Clearly, this spat was well on its way to developing into a war. "Of course, I've never had to flop around on duck-feet all day, either. I suppose I'm supposed to show pity and forget this happened, right?" He was finally dragging himself up to his feet now. After all, this way, he could sneer properly at the girl.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 8:38 am
Oh my WORD, what was this kid ON!?!? Was he growling at her? Actually growling, like a lion? Right. Kimmie made a mental note to avoid this kid in corridors in the future. All he had to do was trip over a shoelace and he'd try to bloody rip your head off!! "Stop being so dramatic, dipstick! Don't know about you, but I've never heard of anyone being killed by a dropped history book!"
He should be grateful it wasn't her Geography Atlas. Or her diving manual - that thing was huge. Did he think he was being cool, acting all angry and exaggerating things way out of proportions? 'Cause he wasn't. He really wasn't. "Speak for yourself. Maybe you should've stayed out of my way, huh? Think about that? Maybe it was your fault for walking into the stupid thing!"
Oh, now he'd stood up, so she couldn't look down aty him. Shame. Kimmie wasn't a short girl, though, and so glared like the best of 'em. "I don't want pity from some b*****d with his panties too tight, thanks."
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:07 pm
((D... did Kimmie die in Royale? ;o; Awww... wrapping this, I suppose. It was fun, thank you!))
Oh, this girl was pissing him the ******** off. She was the one that hit him! She was the one that deserved to get her head ripped off - not him! Sue returned her glare, but soon found the whole thing disconcerting. He didn't want to have to deal with this. He hadn't done anything to deserve this stupid spat, after all. Why should he have to suffer, all because she was a klutz?
And so he gathered himself together and stalked off, only slightly less steady now than when he'd arrived on the scene. But there was that last hit she'd shot at him, that panties bit, and it had him seething. So before he turned the corner, Sue snapped back, "Oh and by the way? I go ******** COMMANDO, b***h," and stormed off.
Truly. Sue was a bastion of wit and eloquence.
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