Party at Five Chapter 2

[RedUmbrella]

Okay, you're still reading... woah. This is probably the best chapter to date, not like there's been many, but what can you do, eh?

Again, only mild coarse language if there is any. Sorry about strange errors (gramatically and such) in the last 2 postings, I have no idea where they came from, it is normal on my copy. *shrugs*

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Chapter 2


Monday morning, strolling up the side walk and reaching school grounds, Mizugame picked subconsciously at her school uniform, never feeling quite comfortable in a kilt and white cotton shirt. It seemed unnatural for the girl to be wearing something like everyone else; she could easily be lost in the seas of endless students at her school, which she loathed every second of attendance. School was a necessary evil, homework was that strange thing that people do when they have nothing better to do with their time, socializing was something that people do when they want to get approval for something to justify their own pitiful existence, and class was that legalized prison they figured people under the age of eighteen would be instead of doing something creative with their lives. To say she liked school was to say she liked a migraine; nothing could be done to stop the throbbing pain, not even sleep.

This day, however was more frightful than any other day in recent memory, the girl had dyed her hair green, and particularly awaited anxiously the reaction from the faculty. It was the students; they were the problem. One could say she has never been popular enough to be different and hid in bathroom stalls between classes, she even ate lunch within the confines of the tiny walls and porcelain bowls. Feeling a whirlwind of butterflies in her stomach and cold sweats flashing with every second foot step, the ominous building that housed her for over half the day was looking spookier with every bat of the eyelashes.

Already she could see kids pointing and laughing as she held her head high while zipping as quickly as possible to her locker and then the bathroom; homeroom wasn?t for another half an hour. The thoughts of homeroom and certain finger shakes from Mr. Scott gave the chills in the worst way, if she could avoid it; she would. The man clicked his dentures like bubble gum and spat when he spoke. If only she could avoid seeing him?

She pushed the over-sized aluminum doors to be rushed with the sounds of teenaged girls giggling about some other unlucky shmuck that has been targeted for ridicule. Thankfully she was a senior, and seniors don?t get teased? much.

Her mind ran to the excessively cute, gorgeous, words could not describe his attractiveness, German exchange student whom the heavens named Adam Webber. While playing idly with various contents of her locker, images of the young illiterate chunk of manliness danced wildly about her brain in a most perverted manner. She chuckled to herself and sighed giddily just thinking of a time she could potentially gain his attention long enough to talk to him.

Unfortunately, he was off limits. Literally. His English skills were comparable to a steaming pile of canine excrement shoved into a bag which had been lit on fire, and he not only had been adopted by the cooler kids, but had found himself sucked, rather violently, into a crowd of blonde-haired-blue-eyed freaks of artificial nature with perfectly manicured finger nails (professionally done too boot!) known as cheerleaders and jocks, a crew completely different from her own. The adoration of Adam didn?t stop there, as she had hoped, since she?d rationalized that it wasn?t really his fault that he was there? they stole him and took advantage of his ignorance just like the chess club did to poor Chun Po, the brilliant child-prot?g? from Thailand.

?Oi! Mizu-sempai!? a groupie called out and waved happily while galloping in her direction as her back was turned to open her locker.

?Oh god no?? was all she could mumble before her back was coated in freshman goodness. Mizugame?s temple began to throb viciously and the urge to toss the younger waif across the hall became a vision all too pleasant. How dare she disrupt her day dreams of Adam?!

How dare she?!

?Mizu-sempai! Your hair looks great! How did you do it? Can you do mine?? the child-like creature babbled endlessly while oozing cuteness and any other distinguishing factor Mizugame had once held as her own. The 14 year old girl wore her hair in an excessively long blond pony-tail which was peppered with braids tipped with beads of every color of the rainbow, just how Mizugame?s hair was at the beginning of the previous week.

Along with the distinguishable hair, multi-faceted nail polish, and a shiny hue of green eye shadow, the young girl was a miniature version of Mizugame to a disturbing amount. She could tolerate many things in life, but identity stealing was going too far. By all means, she never found herself cool or worthy of impersonation, but the young thing was apparently determined to be just like her. Imitation is the greatest compliment? or so they say, whoever said that wasn?t a person who made their way through the world being different. Heck, Mizugame was as far as greatly insulted that her looks were being worn by some 14 year old kid who didn?t even KNOW why she was being different.

?Don?t you have other people to bother?? she sighed loudly, feeling the need to bang her head violently on the locker door. ?Homeroom is in, like, 20 minutes? isn?t it?? She hoped and prayed the girl would get the hint, however the youngling was standing all the more starry-eyed, glued to her side.

?What did you do this weekend sempai? I?m sure it was exiting! My life is so boring??

First thought, ?I don?t care.? Second thought, ?WHY should I care?? Third thought, ?GO AWAY! I have Adam thoughts to think!?

?I brought my pet monkey to kill off a demon. How does that sound for excitement?? Honesty is the best policy, Mommy taught her well.

Good enough, the girl looked at Mizugame like she had grown a second head and that was that. She was alone, and free to meld with the white noise of halls and students within and perhaps continue on with her Adam dreams. Homeroom was but several beats away, however it wasn?t calling out for her presence just yet, no. A rustle in her locker followed by a well concealed cough earned a snort and a hand barreling into the school bag she flopped down to pull out a flashy orange binder which had a fuzzy brown paw attached to the bottom.

Other things needed her attention, to the LIBRARY! Nothing says lovin? like making fun of people who were less popular than herself? or it was the only place where talking to her school bag wasn?t seen as bizarre or something that may trigger a riot, odd looks, but not a riot.

Stealthily sitting in the back corner of the vast room and tucked away in the Canadian Literature section, certain no one could possibly see, Mizugame dropped her school bag onto the small cubicle?s desk carefully.

?About time!? a high pitched voice from inside the bag cursed a small string which could make a sailor blush.

?Would you be quiet? This is a library you know! Just because no one ever comes back here other than to have very silent sex, I?d suggest keeping your voice down.? She made a lowering action with her hands as her head darted from side to side quickly.

?Really?!?

?Yes. Now shush. What possessed you to come to my school anyways??

The monkey poked his head out of the bag and looked around curiously. ?Slightly out of date, isn?t it?? he mentioned while peering at the rust colored curtains.

?Don?t change the subject. I am not exactly happy that you?ve decided to grace my presence during the most irritating and humiliating moments of my fragile youth.?

?Look,? he crawled out of the bag. ?I come here anyways? you just never know about it.?

?No more designer boots for you.? She smirked an evil grin while snatching the monkey by the neck, preparing to toss him back into the bag.

?But I like those! Purple brings out my eyes.? Chin-Chin pointed to the big blue eyes aiming directly into her own with glossy sweetness.

?Oh don?t even start. But really,? she heard a noise, and lowered her voice just over a whisper. ?I have to be forced by court of law to be here, what is your excuse??

?Soap operas are boring??

Mizugame wasn?t amused and began stuffing him roughly back into the bag.

?I give, I give! There?s a demon in the school.?

?What?! How the hell do you know that??

He shrugged while peeling the bag over his shoulders to land onto the desk in a heap, stepping out of it. ?I don?t know, to tell you the truth. Just a feeling I have, really.?

?Vas ist dat??

Mizugame?s head spun fast enough to give herself whiplash, an eyeful of six feet German exchange student stood directly behind her. He looked over her shoulder with interest at the talking primate at and reached a hand out to poke it.

?Adam!?

?Ya?? he pulled his hand back, slightly stunned.

Clenching her chest to soothe the raging adrenaline pumping through her veins from firstly being startled half to death, and secondly seeing a boy who wasn?t freaking out to see a monkey talk? which was another reason to question her sanity, perhaps she was still dreaming? He seemed more curious about Chin-Chin than freaked out by him or at the very least, freaked out by Mizugame TALKING with the talking monkey.

?Adam, don?t sneak up on people like that!?

?Traurig.? (Sorry) He smiled sheepishly, still leaning over and yearning to touch Chin-Chin. He put his hand out to shake hands in a friendly gesture. ?I?m Adam.?

Chin-Chin looked at Mizugame, then looked at Adam, looked at the hand, looked at Mizugame again. ?Is this guy for real??

Mizugame suddenly felt the need to poke Adam, simply to see if he truly was for real. Needless to say they have never been so physically close, her heart was beating roughly, nearly bursting out of her chest, and her words were stuck into her throat, lost to the boy?s dazzling presence. She stood speechless.

?Somesing da mattah?? he said, rather brokenly.

Chin-Chin waved a fuzzy hand in front of the girl?s eyes with no reaction. She was stunned, out of it, zonked out? ?helloooooooooo?, he said quietly to get her attention.

Adam smiled and placed a hand gently onto her shoulder and squeezed softly. ?Again, I?m Adam.? He repeated himself to Chin-Chin, just incase the monkey forgot.

?Yeah. I got that part already. Adam. That?s you.? He figured he could put in a bit of a sarcastic touch of class since the big oaf probably wouldn?t understand anyways.

Sure enough, it got Mizugame?s attention. ?Chin-Chin! Don?t be so rude.? The girl smiled the sweetest, cutest smile to the German boy, and patted Chin-Chin?s head like one would to a dog that was just caught humping someone?s leg. To say he was insulted would be a minor understatement.

?Don?t mind him.? Again with the sweet, innocent smile, she turned to Adam, leaving Chin-Chin clawing at her back. ?He can be so rude? she said with an undertone of disapproval.

?Iss okay. Not ev?ry day I see talking monkey.?

?Yeah. You aren?t the only one. But anyways, Adam, what are you doing over here?? Figuring a good subject change was in order, steering away from the talking monkey is sane, yes, sane.

?I have book to read. Margaret Atwood, ya?? He spoke rather confused while pointing to a red and VERY dusty book.

?Ah. I see.? Chin-Chin poked roughly at her back, tugged on her shirt, and contemplated undoing her bra to get her attention away from Adam and back onto himself, or at least getting rid of the German and focusing onto the issue of a demon being on the school grounds. Her attention was caught, however she chose to ignore him for the very fact that HE was not six feet tall and decorated with fabulously toned arms and shoulders to die for. Mizugame reached behind and palmed Chin-Chin?s face, suffocating the tiny primate.

?I have book for English. You have English too??

?Yeah, I?m in your class. This reminds me, homeroom is in a couple of minutes, we should go.?

Adam nodded dumbly and waved to Chin-Chin who flipped him the bird when his back was turned while leaving.

Mizugame seethed. ?What the hell is your major malfunction?!? She kept her voice below shouting, minding the fact they were still in the library and all. ?He was just being nice? and curious.?

?But there is a demon in the school! Don?t you care about that?!? Chin-Chin waved his arms around in frustration. How could she NOT keep her mind on her duties? They were a wee bit more important than her next date in his opinion.

?I think you?re jealous!? She raised her eyebrows accusingly and grabbed her back pack. ?For the first time in two weeks I?m not paying attention to you, and that?s just not right, is it??

?That is not what is going on here. Demon + school = bad. What is there not to understand? There are no issues here other than the fact you need to focus on this.? He pleaded with the girl, but got tossed into the bag and was ignored for the rest of the day as he listened to mindless girly babble and droning lectures of molecular properties to name a few things when he was conscious for some brief, unnoticed moments.

His awareness of the demon grew strong and slipped away as quickly as the voices, unable to pinpoint who or what the demon could be. Voices came and left, the deeper the voice, the stronger the feeling of a demon?s presence drew into his bones. Somehow, he felt as though the two were connected, but how? For all he knew, the demon could be posing as a piece of chalk!

Jealous?! Why should he be jealous anyway? It wasn?t like he could ever be an object of her affection?