The School Project Disaster! (CLOSED for yazaki)

[BadKarma]

Kyle Conners, a sixteen year old sophomore, was walking home from school, black backpack slung over one shoulder. The boy was tall, and had brown curly hair and dark green eyes. He had the lean and thin look, though still had considerable strength in his arms. Kyle wore simple blue jeans, a dark green hoodie, and a grey skullcap which his curls poked out from the bottom of. He looked very displeased as he made the small trek back home, which was due to the individual walking beside him; his World History partner.

She wasn't a pleasant person to be around. At least, this was true for Kyle. He wasn't sure how other classmates fared, but Kyle always seemed to be on her bad side. Most innocent questions were met with remarks saturated in sarcasm. Kyle had no idea what her problem was. Of course, she didn't come across as a totally unbearable person. The two just didn't get along very well. This was bad news for Kyle, however, as the two of them were assigned as partners for the end of the semester World History project.

The project involved writing a report on a historical figure. They both would first have to agree on who to do the report on, and then also agree on the division of labor. Kyle was NOT looking forward to having either discussion. They did manage to agree to start the project at Kyle’s house right after school, since it was right within walking distance – a discussion wrought with bickering and childish arguing. This was going to be a very long day for Kyle, for sure. And it was going to be an even longer three weeks, which was the deadline for the project.

Kyle tried not to say much on the way home; he didn't want to incur the wrath of this girl anymore. They soon got to his house. It was a one story home that didn't look too shabby, but wasn't exactly anything upscale. Kyle led her inside, stopping by a closet that was nearby the front door.

“Gotta take off your shoes. My mom doesn't want anything tracked on the new carpet.” Kyle said, slipping off his sneakers and putting them in the closet. Kyle would then enter the living room, a small space where a sofa sat in front of television, a computer was tucked away in the corner, and next to that computer was small round table. Kyle put his backpack on the table, unzipping it and pulling out his Ipad.

‘Man, I hope this goes well…’ Kyle thought to himself.

[farrenlock]

Gringe Cambre, a 15 year old sophomore, stood beside Kyle with a fixed bored expression. Of all people to be stuck with it was the smart-mouthed cur that walked by her. Not that she was any better in the witty comment section. At most times, Gringe was worse than Kyle with her wicked venom wrapped words. Today was no different. Her mood was bittersweet with choco tinted arms crossed at her rather flat bust. Her pink died hair and blue contacts made her an even more unpleasant sight that screamed 'look at me.'

When asked to remove her shoes, Gringe obliged, though fully resented the action. "There's nothing on my boots," she stated crisply. When he took out the ipad, she regretted not grabbing hers at her house. She had to rely on the techy who currently had the tech. Yay. "Well, who are we going to use for the project? Can't be someone everyone will most likely do," she stated, hinting that it better not be Abraham Lincoln or Adolf Hitler while absently and haphazardly tossing the black combat boots she was wearing into the closet.

Removing her backpack, which was overflowing with girly crud like makeup and perfume, she rummaged through the packrat pile and pulled out her history notebook that had been bedazzled with blingy stick on earrings and flashy stickers. In short, someone threw up sparkles. If that weren't ridiculous enough, when Gringe opened the book to reveal neon pink lettering that she chose to take notes with. No one sane could read the girl's handwriting in pencil, and it's a wonder how she's even able to depict her own writing with neon pink or just regular lead.

"Kyliee," Gringe mused, purposefully butchering his name. "How about this person?" She showed him a picture of some Reggae-singer. "Music is technically history, right? Roaring 20s and all that jazz?"

[BadKarma]

“There’s nothing on my boots…”

Upon hearing those words, Kyle ran into the middle of the room, outstretched his arms, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

“I DIDN’T SAY THERE WAS ANYTHING ON YOUR BOOTS! IT’S JUST HOUSE EDITQUTEE, YOU STUPID GIRL!”

Kyle’s thunderous voice was so booming that it shattered the windows and caused the house to quake. Kyle then grew fifty feet in size and smashed Gringe into a shapeless mesh of glitter and hair dye. His eyes then started to hum and glow red - Lasers soon shooting out of them rapidly, as Kyle roared at Gringe’s complete annihilation.

The sound of her boots being thrown into the closet brought Kyle out of his day dream. He was kind of worried that Gringe’s remark, being not really all that offensive or annoying, could make him fantasize about turning into a giant monster that smashed her face into the ground. Kyle momentarily considered therapy.

“Uh, right. I… actually agree. We should do it on someone who’s still important and interesting, but not someone that’s predictable.”

Kyle sat down at the table and opened the browser on his Ipad.

“Unless we did the project on someone like Lincoln, but explored an aspect of him that no one else really talks about… Maybe.”

Kyle couldn’t help but notice the glitter vomit that Gringe slopped out of her bag. Everything about this girl seemed to be like a child that bounced up and down, screaming for attention. He was ready to make a really witty remark about it (“Nice glitter, stupid.”), but thought it was best to just let it go and focus on the project.

But now, Gringe wasn’t going to make that easy. Oh, no. That would be asking for way too much! The butchering of his name made him drop his Ipad to the table with a small thud. He cringed at the annoying cheap shot she took.

“Don’t. Call Me. That.” Kyle seethed, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms.

“And I think that’s kind of a dumb idea. Who cares about this guy? Rap music is great and all…”

Yes. Kyle had mistaken the reggae singer for a rapper.

“…but we should do the report on someone who actually made a huge difference in the world. I’m actually surprised you don’t wanna do it on whoever made the bedazzeler.”

[farrenlock]

Gringe lowered her eyelids at the mention of Lincoln. "No way. There's plenty of stuff that the people know about that guy. Our class is no different, K-y-l-i-e." Her voice clearly mocking him, yet a perfect little smirk added even more curve to her insult. When he mentioned the decked out in bling binder, her face lit up a bit from embarassement. She tucked the thing back in her bag to avoid further mentioning of the glitter craze."I didn't do that crap to my binder! My sister did, claiming that the cover was too plain," Gringe snapped back. "And the guy isn't a rapper, moron. Look on your little ipad and look the guy up for he did make a difference in how the world saw music. Here, I'll do it for you," Gringe stated crisply as she swiped the ipad from him. She looked up Joe Higgs, father of Reggae music. "See? He's in several historical articles for his music, definitely someone to consider," she said in complete confidence.

[BadKarma]

Kyle winced as Gringe took pleasure in contorting his name so. And that smirk! That smug, arrogant, self indulgent smirk! Kyle was becoming VERY irritated. The girl’s mocking tone had dried Kyle’s patience long before becoming partners. Gringe was waving the red cloth in front of the bull now. Kyle wouldn’t be able to describe the feeling; a mixture of supreme annoyance and ultimate frustration. That bratty attitude coming from this valley girl was like nails on a chalkboard to Kyle.

“Right.” Kyle replied doubtfully to Gringe’s excuse for her binder. “Well, whatever, I still don’t think a musician… Hey!”

Kyle wouldn’t have minded Gringe borrowing the Ipad for a second, but her sharpened tone on “Little Ipad” and “I’ll do it for you” made his blood just boil!

“Do you have to be such a brat about everything?” Kyle scolded - an eyebrow twitching with aggravation every so often. “Everything’s a battle with you. Since the first day of class, you’ve done nothing but test my patience. I’d be more inclined to discuss your suggestion of a musician as the focus of our project, if you didn’t go out of your way just to annoy me.” Kyle felt odd about his phrasing there. He realized how he was sounding more like his father as he continued to speak. This fatherly display wasn’t something Kyle was used to.

“…A-and you’re just a huge jerk! What’s your problem?”

[farrenlock]

Unlike the obviously frazzled man who stood beside her, Gringe was very calm when listening to the outbursts. She disagreed entirely with what he said. Everything wasn't a battle. She didn't go all out onto her usual fiasco of annoying Kyle ether. So far, Gringe considered herself to be mild tempered though out the day. The smirk still laid in place as she continued to hear him berate her. She found it humorous, intriguing, and somewhat fascinating to watch him throw out the bomb that she had fused.

"I wouldn't annoy you so much if you weren't such a softy about everything. Oh, and your pretty dense if you don't know the reason! I LIKE YOU!" she instantly yelled back after the sign came down from his question of 'what's your problem?'. "I liked you since I saw you come into the damned classroom! Tried being nice and all, but that didn't get anything but a stupid half-ass wave. So, I purposely try to make your life hell just to have more than some flimsy gesture!" Gringe froze, panted, as all of her rambled outburst seemed to just spew out of her mouth.

Her face glowed bright red from embarassement. She couldn't keep eye-contact anymore ether. "If you don't like it so much, how I am, then do something about it! Or, are you too much of a coward?!"

[BadKarma]

Gringe’s purposefully calm and collected body language served only to infuriate Kyle even more. And. That. Smirk! Kyle wanted to wipe that smug grin off her smug face! The frustrated boy had leaned forward during his outburst. Gringe’s little bratty attitude was used like a magnet that dragged Kyle toward her.

"I wouldn't annoy you so much if you weren't such a softy about everything…”

Kyle slammed both hands down on the table, jolting up to his feet!

“Oh, and you’re pretty dense if you don't know the reason…”

Kyle gritted his teeth, ready to just explode at whatever Gringe said next!

“I LIKE YOU!”

Kyle blinked. He stared blankly at the girl. The anger fell from his face and was replaced by a warm blush and a completely dumfounded look. Kyle didn’t know how to process the information after the first couple moments that Grine dropped that nuke. Kyle’s mind was empty of thought, as he carefully listened, hearing Gringe out. Truth be told, Kyle had felt an attraction toward Gringe. He barely acknowledged her because he was too shy to do anything about his feelings. And when she started being mean to him, it simply added immense frustration due to the fact that Kyle had the biggest crush on her.

Kyle mulled it all over once she finished her confession. In the heat of the moment, Kyle decided to fellow his gut… and his gut told him… she was lying!

“N-no way!” He blurted out. And after Gringe had egged him by calling him a coward, Kyle was sure she wasn’t telling the truth. “There’s no way! You’re just trying to mess with me, like always. So, maybe I WILL do something about it!”

Kyle stomped over to Gringe’s side, having NO idea what he was going to do. He instinctually just grabbed by her upper arm and yanked her up out of her seat. Kyle had never done anything to forceful and dominant before; a rush of adrenaline and testosterone shot through him from the assertive gesture. Kyle then stared at Gringe for a moment. He was Trying to figure out what to do with all of this pent up energy.

Without even thinking about it, the words just escaped his mouth: “Maybe I’ll SPANK you!”

[farrenlock]

"...I wasn't lieing..." Gringe grumbled as she fiddled nervously at the edge of her dress. "How could I possibly lie about all that, stupid? More over, what reason would I have to do that? If it were just some joke, would I act this way?" she hammered questions at him. Her blue eyes lifted a bit see him just in time for her arm to get pulled. Gringe was completely taken back by his actions, but not as much as his threat. Her heart raced and her eyes widened like some freakish owl. "W-What?" she stammered, trying to understand what his threat had been. Typically, they'd yell at one another and that was the end of it. This tactic was completely foreign.

"Don't you DARE!" Gringe growled fiercely while trying to pull away. His grip was too strong and her strength might as well be that of a child. "I'm not some kid, jackass! That's not what I meant at all!" she nearly screamed. That smirk fell, the pink glow of her cheeks lifted, and all was replaced by panic and...was it excitement? Gringe didn't want this, yet the weird part of her did. The rational part kept telling the unrational to zip it. The unrational refused to listen at this point of time.