Kill Me Now

AN: So I do hope you enjoy the story, it is my first one but please read on.

What can cause my year to become a complete nightmare, have him as my partner.

What can make my year very intersting, having her as my partner

Rox

Kill me now.

Please, it would be the kindest thing at this point.

Just do it, kill me.

Death would be sweeter than having to spend a year partnered up with that…thing.

Not only am I partnered up with that…thing…but it’s in Chemistry.

Chemistry!

CHEMISTRY!

I’m just going to have to shoot myself.

Yes. Yes! That has potential, it could work…

No. I could never do that, besides guns scare me. Maybe spoon my eyes out with a rusty spork, but I am rather fond of my eyes. I could always pull a whole Juliet thing and use a rusty dagger. Give a deep heart felt monologue then plunge it deep within me and go “good bye cruel world.”

What else is there…?

Crap. The thing is walking over here.

Shit. It’s smiling.

Fuck. I’m going to have to kill myself right now in less than five seconds.

Wait! I’ll play dead! Yes, I’ll just collapse on my desk, and be...dead. Oh, the possum always words.

I’m dead, collapsed on my desk. Can’t feel a thing because I’m dead, yep, can’t feel the thing poking me. I can’t hear it calling my name. I can’t feel it shaking me. I’m dead dumb-ass, I can’t…

It’s mocking me.

The thing has decided to play possum too.

Yep, I can feel it sitting next to me, lying on the desk, pretending to be dead.

It’s staring at me, I can feel it.

Just going to peek, just a little peek…it’s smirking.

It’s. Smirking. At. Me.

Aren’t you just so hysterical?

“You’re excited about being partners. Aren’t you, Dames?”

I am still the possum, if I don’t respond it’ll go away.

“It’s etched all over your face. You’re so excited you had a heart attack, didn’t you?”

Leave Devil! This girl will not be tainted by your ways!

“Here I was thinking I didn’t affect you like the other girls…and a few guys.”

And I’m up! Alive and kicking, I tell you death is pretty easy to over come. I’ll glare at the thing, I’ll give it the killing glare. The one that sends others into hiding…it’s smiling. It’s sitting up smiling at my glare, no, no, smirking at my glare.

What have I done to deserve this?

“Dames, your eyes are getting very dark; the blue in your eyes is taking over. Such a pity really, your eyes look the best when they have all the different colors in them. You know, where the blue fades to green which fades to the red brown around the pupil…”

It’s giving me a headache.

“So, chemistry partners, it’s like four years ago, back in 8th grade. Back when we where art partners, you remember those days?”

I’m going to have to choke the thing. I mean why should I die/kill myself, the world would be much better off without that thing roaming the planet. Wait…if I were to choke the thing, I’d have to touch it, yeah that doesn’t work for me. Okay. New plan. Put fingers in ears, and sing. Sing really, really loud. And go!

“I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts! There they are…”

“…Standing in a row...”

That was not my voice. Oh, it’s singing along. Great. Okay new plan, run screaming from class with as much dignity I can muster or talk to it. I’m fond of the first option, but, I don’t want to get a detention my first day of my senior year.

I’m opening my mouth, to speak…

“I’m so thrilled we are partners for…”

Come on you can do it, say it.

“Chemistry.”

It’s smiling. Hold gag reflex.

“Dames, I knew you would be.”

Hate its light brown eyes, I’m going to collapse on the desk again, yeah that was a little painful.

“Rosen, you need to shut up. Your voice is causing me an extreme headache and your smile is causing my gag reflex to act up. And its only been…”

Get out the cell and look at the time, do not make contact with the enemy.

“Five minutes; five very long and painful minutes. And fifty-five minutes till this hell is over, and I can breathe uncontaminated air.”

Must not bang head on desk must bang head on desk. Screw it. Bang head on desk!

“And the fiery tempered red-head is out to play.”

“God hates me.”

“He loves ya, Dames, he loves ya.”

Must glare, damn I hate its smirk.

Okay so it’s not an it or a thing. It’s a man, Dash Rosen to be precise. We have a not so healthy relationship. It’s not a romantic one, and never ever was, its just not the healthiest for two people to be in. He’s been in and out of my life for the past four years, and we tolerate each other, sometimes, okay he’s all perky and I want to rip his guts out. When we first met I was fine with him, then some events happened, caused me to really not like him and it’s just slowly grown to me hating being in the same room as him. Oh, yes he’s the star of the basketball team and our school news anchor and the guy everybody loves and the royal pain in my ass. As much as I detest him, he is fairly attractive. You know the drill, tall, dark, and handsome, with chocolate eyes, everyone thinks he is the king of comedy (except me, I think he’s a flaming idiot). Still I’m here lying on my desk as he smirks down at me, he’s loving this. Two years out of the four that I’ve known him, he was out of my life, I thought he moved to the other side of the world and I was never happier. Then I tripped and fell in the hall way one day, he had to be the one to help me up. Yeah, I know, aw he’s so sweet. “You’re not the first girl to fall for me, Dames. I just never expected you’d fall for me so easily.” He gets under my skin. Ever since then, he has been in my life somehow. He’s like a fricken roach that won’t die.

He’s sitting there looking at, guess he noticed I was thinking, he doesn’t know the expression to well, his thoughts are so few and far between. Now he is opening his mouth, oh is the great Greek god himself going to speak to me?

“You are really white.”

He’s a rocket scientist!

“Really? Like, oh my god, here I was thing I was super tan for all these years. Like thank you so much for opening my eyes to my Scottish and Irish heritage, and allowing me to recognize my paleness for the first time. I’m like forever in your dept.”

Still lying on the desk, it’s too late to run out of the class screaming, isn’t it?

“Ah, Dames, how I’ve missed that biting sarcasm of yours, it really brightens my day.”

“Ah, Rosen, how I’ve not missed you calling me by my last name every time we have to speak”

“Ah, Roxanne, how your lovely name just rolls off of my tongue.”

Ew, he called me Roxanne, not even the teachers call me Roxanne. It’s Rox, simple and to the point.

“Ah, Rosen, if you call me that again you will not be able to produce children.”

That would be a service I’d be doing for the world.

He’s still staring down at me, I hate that he is so tall; I mean I’m not shrimp but I feel short next to him. I should sit up, crap; my bangs are all in my eyes. Shake the hair out of my eyes whipping him on ‘accident,’ why I think I will. Now slouch down in my chair to show how much I just adore sitting by him.

He seriously has a staring problem.

“Remember when you where gothic.”

Yep, he’s just hit a nerve.

“I was never gothic, Rosen.”

Oh, how cheerful do I sound? Very you say, well its fake.

“Sure I may have dressed a little darker and still do but that doesn’t mean I’m gothic. I mean look at you. You dress as if you actually care what you look like, and in pastels. You never told me you were gay. “

My cheeks hurt from smiling; aw, poor baby’s getting mad.

“You have always been a poser, Dames, trying to fit in.”

Not this again, I took him down in 8th grade with this argument and I’ll do it again.

“I know. I’m such a poser. I hang out with my drama friends and my other friends who do band or wrestling or football, and I try to be just like them. Coming to school in jeans a sweatshirt with mascara on and my bed head hair, you are so right I’m trying to be like very one else. Oh, and the fact I couldn’t give a shit what people think of me, that makes me a poser too. Please. Since you are an expert on the subject why am I a poser and how can I change?”

Yeah, I’m in his personal bubble right now, pouting, big puppy dog eyes. Grabbing the front of his shirt I pull him down to me so that we are almost at eye level.

“Trust me; you do not want to do this again. Never call me a poser; I’m Rox Dames, no one else, and I don’t give a shit as to what you think of me.”

Well, push him back with a little force. Show him I mean business. Now to find someone with antibacterial lotion, my hand must be sanitized soon or I fear it will fall off. Well time to stand and break for freedom, stand tall and…

“Um…”

Ah the teacher speaks. Yes old man go check you’re classroom seating chart, to see who I am. I blame you for my hell.

“Miss. Dames please sit down, I’m about to hand out some extremely important papers.”

“Oh goody, the ‘I will not sniff chemicals directly’ contract, the highlight of my year. And we can’t forget the idiot sitting next to me, who is enjoying this all way too much.”

All said under my breath

“You know, Dames, we could be amazing friends.”

“Yes if one of us were dead or in another country and we never spoke to each other.”

Okay, that one was a wee bit harsh.

“You can’t say I don’t try to be your friend.”

“You try to get under my skin.”

I hate him.

“What can I say Dames, you wear your emotions.”

“I hide them.”

“Well then I can just read you very well, Rox.”

“My, I am surprised you can get through the door with the size of your ego.”

What the hell is it with him and that smirk.

“You’re feistier than I remember.”

Fuck you.

“Fuck you.”

You tell him girl!

“Mmm, maybe later.”

Oh dear, that look I believe. Oh, I need to go scrub off my skin, thank you very much.