Welcome to yet another story completely without regard to writing techniques. Written for fun and to get away from the heavy work. Contains intersexualism. Enjoy.

“Her,” Pete pointed with the end of his fork to Anna, currently on ninth place in the boys' top-list.

“Nah,” Schis said.

“Her,” Cory cocked his head to the side as Kelly passed by with a tray.

“Ooh yes! Jackpot, dude!” Pete agreed. Kelly was number one. Nothing beat that girl's legs in a short skirt.

Schis hesitated. “...Nah.”

Pete choked on his choco-milk. “What?”

“Nah!” Schis repeated.

“What the fuck? Has the word gotten stuck on your tongue or something?”

“Yes,” Schis grinned. “Whatever.” He looked around for a specimen of his own. “Her.”

Pete and Cory turned around in their seats. “The baggy-pants girl?” Pete spat out. Cory raised an eyebrow and took a bite off his sandwich. “Now dude, Charlotte was fine, you can't sink lower than her. And then you've gotta see who fits you. The girls throb for you,” he slammed his fist to his heart, “Don't make it hard on them. Catch my drift?” Pete threw a dreadlock out of his face. “But you can always send them my way when you get tired.” He winked.

Cory slapped the back of Pete's head. “You gotta share. Don't forget our deal,” Cory ordered lazily.

“Yeah, yeah,” Pete backed out.

“She's cute,” Schis continued musing.

Pete cut in. “You're lost your mind, dude. Look at her, no boobs. Completely flat.”

“Yeah, and Kelly looks...manufactured. I'd rather have an original but ugly girl than her.”

“Now, you don't mean that,” Pete argued.

“Okay, I don't. But she is cute.” Schis took another look at her. He realized they'd all been staring at her the entire time. “Stop looking, bumnuts, she's gonna notice.”

“Look, you can't have her standing next to you when you become prom king,” Pete pointed out.

“I'm not gonna be the prom king.” Schis' voice rose an octave.

Cory choked a laugh. “It's not like you can choose.”

“Whatever, man, whatever. I'm gonna make a move on her.”

Pete there a French fry at Schis back as he walked away to class.

They were probably right. Charlotte had been perfect, and when she had moved to Great Britain, it had truly broken him down. She'd been his only one. Not his first, but his best. His Mom missed her still after a whole year. Now the only natural choice for someone like him would be Kelly, but nothing about her French manicured nails and magazine rip-off make-up sparked his interest. His gaze had gone the opposite direction, to the lonely girl in the corner, better know as baggy-pants girl. With her tight t-shirts stretched over her tall and lanky frame, and the soft cap pulled down over her forehead, revealing a pair of autumn brown eyes, she was you typical asocial girl. Or maybe not.

Schis dragged himself into the chemistry classroom, and there she was in all her black glory. Head ben over a paper-sheet and the pen flying over it to catch all the notes. Except the teacher hadn't started yet.

Schis took the seat to her left, watching the red strands of hair hanging into the sink in front of her.

“Where were we last time?” The teacher called.

Schis bent his head close to hers. “Do you have more of those?” He touched the corner of his lower lip.

The girl raised her head and dug her eyes into him. He backed a bit in surprise, but then she whipped her tongue out, revealing a silver-ball.

An unstoppable smile tugged at Schis' lips, his green kaleidoscopic eyes glimmering with enchantment. “I've got one too.”

A neatly plucked black eyebrow shot up. “Where?” She whispered back.

Schis checked the teacher's activities. “Secret.”

“Nipple?”

He clicked his tongue no. “Lower.”

She grinned broadly, slapping him on the shoulder.

Schis was taken aback by her sudden act of familiarity, but couldn't help smiling.

“Naughty!” she said with mock-British accent.

“Okay, I don't. But I wanna take. Wanna come with me?” Another glance at the teacher. “Hold my hand? It's my first time.”

She clasped her hands over her mouth to silence the laughter. “Okay,” she got out. She continued to write on her paper-sheet and he squinted at the white-board with unseeing eyes.

“Maybe it's a bad idea.”

“Why?” she whispered quickly.

“Just thinking.” The laughter in his voice died. He was going to joke about getting hard if she was there, but she took ut wrong.

She sighed and ignored him, the pen flying again.

Schis bit the inside of his lip, took a few quick breaths, stared at the white-board. The knot in his eyebrows hurt too much, so he wrote a small note on the table.

“Sorry. I want you to come. Just thought I'll get hard. Haha. See you after class.”

She smiled back at him, her facial muscles spasming.

Schis waited for her to get out of the classroom when the bell rang. She followed him out wordlessly. When they reached the lawn, out of sigh of the school, he clasped her hand. She looked at their hands and made a face.

“What? You've gotta practice.”

The pureness in her laughter compelled a smile to creep over his lips. He let her hand go. It felt like too much. “How much does it cost?”

“Not sure. 60?” She shrugged.

“Shit! Here goes nothing. Is the needle big?”

She pulled at the labret below her lip. “This big. No, it's bigger.”

“Bigger?”

“Yeah, 'cause the jewelry is this big, so the needle is bigger.”

Schis bit the inside of his lips and clenched his jaws.

She did hold his hand at the studio. “Close your eyes.”

Schis couldn't smite his curiosity and raised his head to look down, only to see the needle held in the air above his middle parts. When the piercer gave his signal, Schis felt her cool hand slip over his eyes. He spasmed his leg muscles.

The piercer whipped out a note about after-care to him as he sat up and dried a small tear from the corner of his eye. He looked at her, a drunken grin on his face, his golden hair ruffled.

“You just wanted to show me how big your dick is, admit it,” she laughed as soon as they got out.

“Damn, you got me.”

She lighted a cigarette as he watched with wide eyes. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You just didn't think a girl like me would smoke,” she said matter of factly and took a puff.

“Yeah...” he admitted and shrugged. They continued walking down the sunny pavement.

“Is it okay?”

“Sure. I was just surprised is all.” Another shrug.

She proceeded to the bleachers in the school grounds. The school was empty except for a few people on their way out.

“It's gonna rain soon,” Schis pointed out softly. Although it was sunny, the grey clouds lingered close. He sat beside her on the fifth row.

She shrugged. “Who cares.” She handed him a cigarette. He looked at it for a while before taking it, almost long enough for her to pull it back. He took a careful puff.

“You cheater!” She slapped his back. He started coughing. “This is how you do it,” and she pulled a drag into her mouth and then into her lungs before letting it out.

He took the cigarette and did the same, coughing uncontrollably. “Fuck,” he said in between the coughs. She merely laughed at him. “Hey, I thought you were like...I dunno, but you're nice.”

“You wonder why I don't have friends?”

“Yeah. No. Are you a vampire?”

She threw the cigarette on the lawn by the bleachers. “Stomp it out, it's gonna burn!”

He panicked and jumped down the side, did as he was told as she laughed for all she was worth.

She leaned over the seat to him down where he stood on the lawn. “Grr!” She revealed her teeth. “You read vampire books?”

“No. Yeah.” He climbed back, looked at the pregnant clouds now hiding the sun.

“Haha!”

“What!” and more mellow, “you don't?”

“Nah. I'm not much for books.”

“Really? Then what do you do?”

“Secret.”

He was pleased, not pressing the matter. She smiled back, their gazes lingering at each others'. He leaned slightly forward.

“I'm not much for people.”

Schis swallowed. “Yeah...yeah, I thought so.” And the charm was broken. He didn't reveal how much it hurt when she hit him in the side.

“Wanna go get something to drink?” She got up.

“No.” He squinted up at her. Her copper hair shone golden in the last rays of sun sneaking out from between the clouds. A few strands caressed her neck as they framed her small, faintly freckled face.

“Huh?”

“I...I'm...peeing...you know.”

She doubled over, laughing. “Stupid!” She got up, calming down, sat beside him. “But what do you want then?”

“Huh? Nothing.” He shrugged.

“I mean, with me.” She looked away. There was a dirty forgotten soccerball on the lawn. A lonely drop of rain fell on it and soon it was covered. A puddle was created in the airless part of it.

Schis blinked at the raindrops, pulling the hood of his parka over his head. “I...” What should he answer?

“I mean...Kelly suits you more,” she pushed. He could imagine the rest of her arguments now.

“Kelly. Why does everybody mention Kelly? Nothing special about her.” He wanted to say more, but it would get cheesy if he did. She seemed contained with the answer. “You'll get wet and sick,” he continued in a calmer manner.

She didn't take her eyes off him as he took his jacket off and covered her shoulders, and this time, when he pulled the jacket flaps towards him and leaned over, she did the same, his lips enveloping her plum lower lip. He smiled and searched her eyes, should he continue? But she broke the kiss and smiled back.

Schis was calming down when a question hit him. “You sure you're not a vampire?”

It sent her laughing again. “Is that your way of saying I'm weird?” She had to be a vampire for sure. She could read minds.

“Not really. But...”

“I'm not a girl.” Her expression was hard.

“Huh? You're a guy?”

“No. I'm intersexual.”

“What's that?” He felt stupid.

“Like...when you have both organs.”

He blinked.“Lucky fucker!” Schis exclaimed.

“You really think so?” She laughed nervously. It was obvious what kind of reaction she'd expected.

He nodded and silenced reigned again as she sew her gaze at the ball and he watched her mascara deliberately run down her face. “So...when did you loose your virginity?” He tried slyly.

“You first.”

“Fifteen. My first girlfriend. You?” He didn't feel like there was anything interesting about that, but she looked at him for a long while. At first she seemed expressionless. He saw that the corner of her lip tugged downwards, and her eyebrows pointed slightly up. It wasn't visible unless he looked very carefully. She looked like she was contemplating something. He wanted to push her further when she didn't answer for so long.

“Ten,” she finally said.

“What?”

“I party a lot,” she offered as explanation.

“With?”

“How should I know. You think I was sober?”

“You drank when you were ten?”

“Nope. Drugs.”

He jumped down from the bleachers and stared at her. “Shit!” was all he could say, and then,“you're a junkie?”

She seemed bothered. “Look, I've gotta go.” She climbed down and jumped the last step beside him.

“Now?”

“Yeah.” She started to walk away, but stopped. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah...I just. I was just surprised. Sorry.”

“Okay,” she chuckled.

“Wait.”

“What?”

“...Nothing.”

She looked down at her pants. “You've never done that kind of stuff.”

He could only shake his head no. “Can I have your number?”

“Yeah, sure.” She dug her cellphone out. He awoke from his daydreaming and did the same. “What's your number?” But she took the cellphone and gave him her own. When Schis got his back, he looked at the name the raindrops askew on the screen. “Elias?” He checked it again. Still the same.

“Yeah. But you can say Eli if you want.” She didn't smile. She dug her hands in the pockets of her baggy black pants.

He grinned. “I can't have a kiss?”

She hesitated. Still not smiling she pushed herself up on her toes and pressed her lips to his before turning away, plugging a pair of earphones in. And he watched her head rock slightly from side to side with the music as she walked further away. The feeling in his body told him it was all surreal, a dream, and he believed it when she evanesced in the foggy drape of rain.