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Post by nemo aron clark on Jun 11, 2010 19:37:54 GMT -6
Well, whaddya know. It was bound to happen sometime.
But Nemo didn’t know it would happen this soon. In fact, he had no idea it would even happen in school. He was embarrassed, sure, but at least he could cover it up. He knew he was lucky (this time) and people had no reason to suspect (this time). What brought Nemo to the nurse’s office was entirely his fault, and somehow, he didn’t really regret it.
What happened was this: he was in the bathroom doing, “ya know,” his thing. That’s what Nemo told the nurse, at least. But he didn’t say he was in the bathroom. Oh no. He told her these words: “I was taking a killer math test. Uh, really hard—” here he paused, to fight back giggles, “—and yeah. I held the pencil pretty tightly. Can I have an ice pack?”
Then a kid came in complaining of stomach pain, and then spewed vomit all over the floor. Nemo was sent outside to wait on the benches until the mess was taken care of. But what mess took twenty minutes to clean? He was lucky he had a free period; in fact, his classes were over for the day. Yet Nemo felt screwed. He knew he could be spending his time doing other things. Things that were more “productive.”
Nemo was aware his obsession with masturbation was a bit absurd, and overdone. But then again, everyone did it, didn’t they? He was a teenaged boy, for God’s sakes! This was normal! Besides, all the kids joked about it anyway. They were always comparing dick sizes, making a grab for their friend’s, or talking about some hot shit porn they found online. It was healthy!
Nemo grimaced. The pain in his hand wasn’t healthy.
He pondered how it had gotten this bad; usually, he was quite careful. Maybe he grabbed too hard? And maybe it was the fact that as he enjoyed himself, another student came into the bathroom. Nemo, caught by surprise, fell off the toilet and caught himself; his fingers, however, were crumpled in an uncomfortable position. So here he was no, fingers crooked, pain. This shit blew.
The clock across the hall seemed to be moving in slow motion. Nemo watched for a full minute as the second-hand made a full three hundred and sixty turn around its axis. Fascinating. Nemo had never watched a clock so intently, with so much passion, with so much interest. It was false, of course, but he was bored. Give the kid a break.
When the minute-hand finally nestled on 2, the bell rang. Students poured out into the halls, emerging from hidden corridors and killing the silence that had settled. No one paid attention to Nemo as they passed; either they didn’t care or they were focused on getting to their next class. But Nemo was all right with this. There was no need for anyone to talk to him. Heck, no one ever did anyway.
He was used to being lonely. That’s what got him here in the first place, anyway.
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Post by sarina ann beaufort on Jun 11, 2010 19:58:08 GMT -6
first question that sarina would have to ask herself is why the hell she put herself in gym class anyway. she wasn't unathletic at all - she had been in figure skating and went for runs nearly everyday - but some of the things that they did in that class were brutal. sarina had a buggered up knee from falling while skating, and she had never managed to heal it properly. her doctor said that she'd most likely have to wear a brace for the rest of her walking life, just in case something popped out of place again. well, this was definitely one of those times. they had been playing volleyball. not a really intense sport, right? sarina mostly just stayed away from the ball, she didn't want to get smacked in the face with it. at all. so, she minded her own business near the back. well, one of the guys who were in her class hit it over the net, and sarina slid to the floor to save it. sure, the ball was still in play after that, but sarina sure as hell wasn't.
she got permission from the teacher to leave class early. she got changed quickly and limped out of the gymnasium. what a dumb class. this wasn't putting her in a good mood at all! not that she was usually in a good mood, but you know. she had about fifteen minutes before class ended. that meant about fifteen minutes to somehow make it to the nurse's office before she got trampled by a bunch of losers who were off to their next class. ugh.
the petite girl stuck close to the walls while she traveled across the school, making sure that she didn't get to far away just in case she needed a break. and she needed many. it only took her five minutes to get there, though, which was a vast improvement from her expectations. when she got there, she saw a boy sitting outside on a bench but didn't think anything of it. she didn't know him. he didn't know her. well, she couldn't say that for sure. she wasn't exactly 'unknown' around the school. when she opened the door into the nurse's office, she didn't really take in her surroundings. "hey, i need a - OH MY GOD!"
sarina immediately whirled around and got out of there as quickly as she possibly could. she couldn't handle puke and the stench was horrifying. ugh. who would do that? she had no choice but to sit on this bench with this strange little boy and wait until they cleaned that mess up and febreezed the shit out of that place.
the girl sat down beside the boy. not close enough for it to be uncomfortable, but close enough so it was like 'hey, i'm here'. her face seemed to have a permanent look of disgust on it, and she shook her head. "god, it reeks in there."
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Post by nemo aron clark on Jun 11, 2010 20:20:55 GMT -6
Nemo had been content with keeping to himself. Yes sir! Loneliness was desirable, and he wanted it. He could think, feel comfortable, think about his next move. But his isolation was soon disturbed. A girl, though small (but definitely older, she seemed to know her way around), brushed passed him, ignoring him completely. Well, good. He didn’t want attention, now did he?
But apparently the nurse wasn’t ready for her either. She cracked the door open, began to announce herself, and retreated upon the realization that the “accident” had not been taken care of. Nemo himself perked up his eyebrows, both at the fact that the nurse still had not cleaned up and the girl’s strong reaction. And here she was now! Wait, was she coming over? Oh, shit... she’s sitting...
...down. Nemo scooted over an inch upon the arrival of the girl. He instantly felt uncomfortable, and ungrateful. Normally, the appearance of a girl was accepted, and even treasured. But Nemo was in no mood to enjoy the presence of the other sex; his hand, throbbing, couldn’t even take the memory to the bathroom later.
Now, it came as an even bigger surprise when the girl began talking. Her words were minor and said without much feeling, but nevertheless, she had spoken. And Nemo was at a loss for words. A girl! Speaking to him! Such a rare occurrence! But he accepted it, his attitude changing completely. He could do this! He could bathe in her light, and listen, and make small talk. He could be a human being.
Nemo cocked his head silently in the girl’s direction, and jumped ever so slightly at the look on her face. Was that... distain? Disgust? Whatever. He knew what placed such a magnificent scowl on her face lied in the nurse’s office, and no doubt it was the stench of the vomit that somehow still seized to be cleaned. Her exact words complained to a certain higher being that it, in fact, “reeked” in there.
And Nemo couldn’t agree more. “Yeah,” he said, nodding his head. “I was there when it happened.”
He winced at the choice of his words. Stupid! Who’d give a crap about his witnessing of a kid spewing his guts out? But then again, it was compulsive. And what else would he say? If Nemo had been alone, he would had shrugged at his own faults, but this girl would be watching now, taking him all in. He did not want to be mistaken for a weirdo.
Little did he know, most people already did.
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Post by sarina ann beaufort on Jun 12, 2010 12:19:04 GMT -6
the sixteen-year-old figured that she could just go home. afterall, she had a kneebrace there. that's all she really needed. the only reason she had dragged herself over here was to get an advil and get a tensor bandage so she wouldn't be in pain for her way home. but sarina was a trooper. she could walk - limp - home all by herself. it's not like she hadn't done it before. but that was when she had actually had her knee brace. she hadn't felt any discomfort in it for about a week prior and figured she could go a day without it. just her luck, eh? the one day that she doesn't wear her brace, she fucks up her knee again. if she had to go to another session of physio ... shit was gonna hit the fan.
her attention was put onto the boy sitting beside her when he spoke. her look of disgust turned into a normal and calm expression, and she raised an eyebrow. she laughed at his words."oh? well i bet that was just awesome." actually, in reality, she knew that it probably sucked unless you had this obsession with puke ... which would be weird. her words were sarcastic, but not too sarcastic. like she was trying to be friendly. it didn't really matter to her if they were going to talk to each other at all once one of them got up off of this bench, but while they were here and within a few inches of each other, you might as well make the best of it, right?
sarina took her attention away from the boy for a moment and focused on her throbbing knee. maybe she needed an ice pack. that could help. the girl raised her dress a bit over her knee so she could look. hmm. it didn't look bruised, but it didn't look so healthy either. sarina prodded around the kneecap with her finger, and found the place that always hurt. ugh. it was swollen, compared to her other knee. that wasn't to be unexpected, though. she recovered her knee with her dress and looked at the boy. he had never seen him before. he must be a freshman. he looked pretty young, too, so that was probably the case. sarina gave him the once-over and had a confused look on her face. "what're you in for? visually, she couldn't see anything wrong with him. but you never know. he could've been the one who blew chunks in there. afterall, he did say that he was there when it happened.
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Post by nemo aron clark on Jun 12, 2010 16:20:06 GMT -6
Suddenly, the girl was rolling her dress above her knee, and Nemo began to squirm. Of course, she didn’t lift it too high (or high enough for intense satisfaction), but nevertheless, he could begin to feel the oncoming of an erection. But that feeling subsided once Nemo got a good look at her knee. It still had the healthy tint of the girl’s skin, but somehow, the skin itself seem to be... inflated. It was swelling. And yes, it was nasty.
As he opened his mouth to say, “What the fuck happened to you?” the girl asked him the same thing. Well, in a more appropriate fashion. Same results, anyway.
But no way was Nemo going to admit the real reasons of his belonging here. Well, he could bluff a bit, and still be honest as well. Nemo was pretty good at that. And so, clearing his throat, he said, “Hand crmap. Just finished taking a helluva math test.”
He finished his spiel with a bit of a nod, sure his answer would do the trick. Nemo looked at the girl again, thinking about her knee, wondering if he should ask. It was obvious she was here for it, but could he inquire specifically how it happened? Well. He did explain how his situation happened. Only fair, right?
“So,” he started, “What happened to your knee? Didja trip or something?
Girls, Nemo knew, tripped all the time. Come on! They always wore heels, or they were too busy texting (or sexting) to notice the sidewalk in front of them. Then, suddenly! They took a step too many or too few, or their toes collided with an unseen object, and they were sent flying. Nemo bet that’s what happened to this girl. She didn’t really seem the type, but what did he know? It probably was the case.
The door to the nurse’s office opened, and there was the nurse herself. She seemed busy, preoccupied, and she hurried past Nemo and the girl without a glance back. Nemo arched his head to watch her round the corner down the hall, and he sat back, confused. What the hell was that? And where the fuck was she going? And! What about his hand? Nemo was seething.
“Dude, why’s she leaving? I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes!” he complained to particularly no one. Or the girl, if she cared. Nemo sighed heavily, groaning slightly, and propped his arm up against the armrest, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. Well, this was fun. Looks like he was in for another twenty minutes of waiting.
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Post by sarina ann beaufort on Jun 15, 2010 14:52:22 GMT -6
ugh, this pain was horrible. sarina could go off all day talking about how much her knee hurt. when she had gone to the hospital right after she had fallen, the nurse didn't believe her that anything had happened. she had asked if it was a shooting pain. then she poked it. sarina screamed. somehow, the nurse didn't get the idea that it hurt. then, the nurse asked if it was a throbbing pain. without leaving enough time for sarina to answer, she poked it again, harder this time. that was the worst three hours of sarina's life. well ... maybe not the worst, but it was pretty up there. a lot of shit had gone down lately that could easily top a twisted knee.
now, the boy was answering sarina's question. he had cleared his throat and said he was ... taking a math test. huh. sarina raised one of her neat, thin eyebrows and nodded once. "oh, well. that's lovely." a math test? really? it couldn't be that hard. he was only a freshman. freshman math was not hard. but of course, sarina was only assuming that he was new. he could be a senior for all she could tell, and just have like, stunted growth or something. but that would be weird, and she would've recognized him from before.
sarina looked away across the hall to some posters and pictures that were stuck up there. ugh. stupid motivationals. fly high, achieve your dreams, stick in there, kid! so dumb. nobody actually read those, anyway. they were just a waste of time. the only way that sarina had ever actually taken the time to read one of those was when she was in trouble with the principal. of course, he had a ton of those around his office so while she was being scolded for texting in class and who-knows-what, she read those damn posters. it was boring as hell, but much better than being yelled at. all she had to do was say 'yes sir, no sir' at repeated intervals.
the boy started talking again, and sarina turned her attention to him. "me? oh. i was figure skating a while back and twisted my knee. it acts up every now and then." lie. it hurt all the time, not just now and then. but she didn't want to seem like the whiney sixteen-year-old she actually was infront of this boy. "so no, no tripping. i'm not clumsy." and, truly, she wasn't. she just lost her balance once and it just happened to ruin her figure skating career. great, wasn't it?
sarina watched intently as the nurse hurried out of her office and disappeared into another hallway. she couldn't help but giggle at the boys reaction. he was definitely complaining. she shook her head and grinned. "you're definitely new here. she'll leave in the middle of giving you a needle, i swear to god. i guess she's 'too busy' for everything." she used her fingers as quotation marks, and then laughed again. the nurse should come back soon, she didn't seem like the sort of person with important tasks like she said she was. "i'm sarina beaufort, by the way." while they were sitting here, they might as well get some names into play. she really didn't need to say her last name, but it was just habit now. all the beaufort girls looked the same, pretty much, so the public just HAD to know that they were sisters for some reason.
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Post by nemo aron clark on Jun 15, 2010 16:01:41 GMT -6
Nemo blinked at the girl’s description of the nurse. Did she really leave while she was giving you a needle? Did the girl mean, shooting up or something? Oh wait. Nevermind, Nemo thought stupidly to himself. He knew she had meant vaccinations, or whatever the school could do with needles (he hoped it wasn’t something sinister). God, compared to this girl, he must have looked like a fool. And when she confirmed that she had not tripped, well, Nemo’s suspicions of her being another ditsy, klutzy girl went down the drain. Well, well, well. Wasn’t Nemo good at judging books by their covers?
The girl proceeded to identify herself by name; within seconds, she was no longer just a girl but a peer known by the name of Sarina Beaufort. In response, Nemo blinked back at her. It was rather unusual that anyone would be this quick to introduce themselves to him, or otherwise if they did, they’d be running soon after. But the girl here, this girl who called herself Sarina, she seemed to be so confident and eager to speak with him. Then again, she didn’t know Nemo; who’s to say she wouldn’t be taking off in a matter of seconds?
And so he offered his (clean) hand, and said, “Uhh, Nemesio Clark. The first name’s Spanish, and people usually tend to fuck—I mean, mess it up. So you can just call me Nemo.”
Now came the part where Sarina would probably inquire about the nickname. Well, everyone did it, and Nemo always gave the same answer: he liked to swim! There was a time where he said it was in honor of Disney’s Finding Nemo being his favorite movie (which, he supposed, it still was), but when his middle school classmates starting calling him a “gay fag” and other crude names, he simply said it was a cool name, and what name was better fit for a swimmer?
Yet Nemo could oh-so fondly recall the first week of eighth grade or so when someone (jokingly) guessed it was an ode to masturbation. Nemo, who had always been quite secretive about his obsession, had been quick to deny it, and so the suggestion was dropped. But it had always haunted Nemo, creeping into his thoughts every time he told someone his name, and it was one of his greatest fears that someone would guess it again. For the most part, he had been pretty lucky, and that one time had truly been just one time; but what about now? This Sarina girl seemed pretty sharp, edgy, and this was high school. In fact, this was the first time to anyone here he revealed his nickname; mostly, he went by Nemesio to prevent confusing the teachers. But saying his nickname to high school kids? Everyone was perverted and (slightly) insane; they knew stuff and could guess and be correct. Should Nemo have taken the chance?
Well... it was too late now.
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Post by sarina ann beaufort on Jun 20, 2010 20:23:15 GMT -6
after introducing herself, sarina felt ... odd. she didn't normally just out of the blue tell someone who she was. in fact, she pretty much avoided it. she must've been in a helluva good mood today, because if she was in one of her 'sarina moods' this boy wouldn't be getting any attention at all. it was mysterious in a way, because her knee was hurting so badly but she was being so ... nice. maybe it was her minds way of counteracting the pain before it got too bad. you know, how if you a bad cut on your leg, and then you break your arm, your leg suddenly feels like nothing happened to it at all. okay, that was a bad comparison. but sarina always tended to look on the negatives of everything, and so that was the way it was going to be.
“Uhh, Nemesio Clark. The first name’s Spanish, and people usually tend to fuck—I mean, mess it up. So you can just call me Nemo.” sarina accepted his handshake. her father had told her that a firm handshake gave all the right impressions, but she hated getting her hand squeezed to death. she hardly held hands with boys because she hated the feeling. ugh. so constricting. the girl giggled at his curse word and how he attempted to cover it up. she released his hand without much effort and brought it back down onto her lap. "your name is interesting." sarina nodded. "nemesio. huh." it didn't clue in to her that he had said a nickname for himself, and she grinned. "nemo? awe, that's cute."
sarina then raised an eyebrow and looked at the wall adjacent to her. nemo? hmm. maybe he liked to swim or something. maybe he had like a zillion fish at home. maybe he was a fish farmer. did those even exist? they must. "fish are cute." and they were, to an extent. some of them were just plain ugly, like that eyeless cave fish or whatever. but those really bright, rainbow-y ones were super pretty. and that was the only reason that sarina liked fish. because some of them looked pretty. boy, she's deep.
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Post by nemo aron clark on Jun 21, 2010 13:13:17 GMT -6
 
Though Nemo was a risky kind of guy, he was also very lucky. Things usually went his way; he could hope, he could pray (although, Nemo wasn’t really the type; God wasn’t a priority in his imaginary list of beliefs), he could beg to an ant and still find things worked out anyway to his benefit. It helped Nemo sleep at night, second to a firm hold on his dick (but of course). And so, Nemo was oh-so fortunate that Sarina did not inquire about his name. Instead, she remarked on its adorability and how his given name was “interesting.” Not bad, not bad at all.
“Fish are cute,” Sarina then added in, and Nemo gave an expression of befuddlement. Fish... wha? “Uhhh, fish?” he said in response. A pause. He blinked, and then... oh, shit! Yeah, fish! Like Finding Nemo... oh yeah. You’re such an idiot, Nemo thought to himself, and so he turned his attention back to fixing the brief displacement of his confusion.
“Fish are cute,” he falsely agreed, nodding his head, “But, uh, my mom liked the movie and suggested it to me. So the nickname’s used to make addressing me easier, not... um, not to show my love of fish. Or the movie. Yeah.”
Nemo’s face reddened: was it obvious he was lying through his teeth? He did it often, sure, but Sarina had caught him off guard, but then again, any guy would act like this to protect his manhood. Come on! A guy named after a kid’s movie? Puh-lease! How often did you see that? Like, never. So would this Sariana girl buy it? She should, she would. No biggie. Right?
“Um,” Nemo said awkwardly, not quite sure how to fill the prolonged silence. Would Sarina press further on about his name? Better to put a stop to it while he could, and so he added on, “How’d you get the name Sarina? It’s... nice.”
Good. Perfect! Cut it off while he could, dress the wounds and let them heal. Smart thinking.
STATUS what's dis?
WORDS 365
NOTES i got a template thingy. :]
TAG sarina and nemo
CREDIT TILLY OF CAUTION 2.0
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