Arsen
Successfully Screwing Shit Up

I didn't know how she did it.

But she did. Miette successfully avoided me from Saturday morning when I went over to Anisa's to check up on the two little drunks and bring Advil (to which Anisa started tearing up and wailing how good of a friend I was – she's emotional when hung-over, don't ask.) all the way to Monday afternoon, 4th period English, a class we were both in.

Therefore, making it impossible for her not to be around me, unless she skipped (and everyone knew my little darling wouldn't do that, now would she?).

…

'Okay, so maybe she would skip,' I thought, slightly annoyed when the second bell rang and Miette still hadn't come to class.

Anisa was at some doctor's appointment (coughbirthcontrolcoughcough) so I couldn't ask her if she knew where my little blue-eyed doll was. Instead, I glowered in my seat, wondering why the hell I gave such a damn that Miette wasn't present.

This, of course, got even more annoying as I continued to dwell on it.

'Maybe it has something to do with that drunken kiss she gave you…'

I growled lowly and shook my head, trying to get rid of the memory that had been haunting me since it had happened.

That girl should never be allowed to touch alcohol…It wasn't fair that she was so goddamn adorable even when wasted out of her mind!

And tell me how that innocent stupidity she displayed while drunk was so appealing to me?

Madness, I tell you. Living in this fucking town had driven me to a state of madness. Between my whore of mother, people who think they're goddamn (unknown) A-listers and more cash than God…Insanity had to rear it's tripped out head somewhere in the mix.

Ms. Merriam walked to the front of the classroom, going on and on about Lord of the Flies- some book written in like the 1950's by some guy who had a fetish for little boys getting naked together, killing each other and putting 'meaning' in crap that was just…crap.

(That wasn't really what Merriam was talking about, she was bringing up the symbols emphasized in 'such a powerful' novel'…Kill me.)

It wasn't until 30 minutes into class, that Miette finally graced my delighted being with her presence. (Could you detect my sarcasm and annoyance with her? I still hadn't been able to figure out why she was affecting . !)

Merriam had borrowed Lord of the Flies from the grade 9 class for the week and was insistent on all of us reading the goddamn book again and then writing a report on its symbols, including significance of characters and all that other gay stuff she wanted us to do.

She was just explaining the assignment but stopped talking when Miette entered, shuffling to the front of the class, holding a late slip in her hand.

"Nice of you to join us, Ms. Basset," Merriam said wryly.

Pretending to do my work, as I always did, I strained my ears to listen to Miette's excuse.

"Sorry, Ms. Merriam," She spoke softly. "Late lunch." She handed her the late slip and then turned to take her seat.

Hmph.

"Don't let it happen again."

As Merriam resumed her talking (which only registered as Blah, blah, fucking-DAH! In my head), I glanced over at Miette. She had pulled out her binder and settled it on her lap as she leaned back and stared at Merriam.

"Late lunch huh, Mimi?" I drawled out loud enough for only her to hear, preparing to stir shit- since I did it so well.

She glanced over at me and glared, her cheeks turning red.

Hmm…Maybe I wasn't the only one who was affected by what happened then. I smirked at her.

"Bite me." She growled before turning again, proceeding to ignore me for the rest of the period.

Well. That hadn't gone as I had planned.

Fortunately for me, I had the next class with Miette.

Yeah, I know, what was I, Arsen Richards, doing in a Vocal Class?

Didn't you hear? My voice is fucking amazing. It's so powerful and sexy…provocative even. It drips with eroticism!

Don't act like you're not turned on, ladies…gentlemen.

(Somewhere out there, my Mother is dropping dead from a heart attack…such wishful thinking.)

Actually, I was stuck in that class as punishment. I got caught using the Music Room one too many times to make some –ahem- lovely sounds of my own and let's just say, Mr. Markovitz wasn't too pleased…when he walked in on his darling 'virginal' angel using her latest yoga positions on me.

Good times, good times.

With 2 months of detention under my belt, I thought that was punishment enough, but the Dean thought it would be a pretty good idea to stick me in Markovitz's Vocal Class playing the piano for him after he broke three of his fingers in some horrible conducting accident.

How Dean Eric found out I played piano I will never know.

'Fuck, I should've known this was gonna bite me in the ass one day.' I thought bitterly as I trudged into the classroom, following various hips as they all swayed inside- the majority of students in the class were females.

Hot females too.

'Why did I think this was punishment again?' As Michelle Myers slipped by, shooting me a seductive gaze.

Thirty minutes later, I remembered why I hated coming to this class everyday.

Whoever told some of these people that they could sing…were sick-minded bastards in need of a major beat down.

I tried to hide my wince as one girl squeaked her way up to a High C.

"Erm, getting better Natalie," Markovitz (the liar) said, as he made some notation in his book. "But don't force it so much, you're going to strain your voice."

Natalie nodded her head and beamed at me, when I looked up from the piano and over at her. She waggled her fingers in my direction and I gave the smallest of smiles.

'I liked you so much better when I thought the only sounds that came out of your mouth were moans.'

"Arsen!" Markovitz snapped at me. "Kindly take your eyes away from my students and start us off please."

"The scale again?" I asked in a bored voice, purposely still looking Natalie's way just to piss him off. She winked at me and I felt a smirk automatically take over my face.

"Yes, the scale." He scowled, before motioning for the students to stand up. "Alright, children, let's work on G Major, holding it for 3 counts."

He raised his hands in the air and looked over at me, expectantly.

Rolling my eyes, I played the scale for the third time that period.

My ears perked up as the voices of students who could –dare I say it- sing overshadowed the voices of people who had thought than to belt out the scale. Good thing too, since I wanted to rip someone's throat out.

Soon, I was tuning everyone out as I picked up on one specific voice. It was low and soft, but powerful, easily increasing pitch…God, it was hypnotizing just who the hell was that?

I glanced up, trying to pick out whose voice it was.

My eyes were drawn over to Miette who was in the middle of everyone, her eyes looking around the room as she sang. A light blush was on her cheeks for some reason and for a moment, I wondered if it was her…

"Lovely, children, that will be all for today." Markovitz broke my trance.

Relieved to get out of the Music Room and be able to catch up on some sleep the next class, I grabbed my backpack and quickly walked out of the room, forgetting that I was supposed to be bothering Miette and it would've been more effective if I had actually stuck around and waited for her.

The voice had distracted me and it remained stuck in my head for the rest of the day.

That is until, Scooter and I decided to stop by Anisa's house after school. Destiny had been planning on coming with us, but when she saw her Flavor of the Week, she begged off saying Anisa would totally forgive her because she'd see her tomorrow.

Psh, and my sister thinks I'm the Whore? At least, I'm the nicer one…I don't pretend to really like the girls I'm with.

"So, how many STD's, do you have this time?" I burst into Anisa's room without bothering to knock.

We used to take baths together when we were 4. Nothing I haven't seen before. (Don't tell her I've revealed her secret- she's still shaped like a little kid.)

Scooter had remained downstairs, getting something to eat from the kitchen…Anisa's mother and grandmother loved him for some odd reason and every time Scooter came over, they insisted on feeding him, saying that he needed to fatten up a bit.

Really, is it fair that they seemed to love him more than me?

Anyways, instead of seeing Anisa in her room bustling around as usual or (gag) making out with Josh, I found someone else napping peacefully in her bed.

Guess who? I'll even give you three hints: she hates me, she's wearing a red hair ribbon today and did I mention she hates me?

Ahh, yes, it was Miette. My darling little doll.

I smirked, as I started forward; walking to the side of the bed, intent on waking her up, not matter how damn sweet she looked while asleep. I could hear the shower running and figured that Anisa had jumped in after Miette had come.

"Hey, Mimi, wake up," I said using the nickname she forbade me to use, shaking her arm.

Murmuring something in her sleep, she shifted so she lay on her back.

Frowning a little, I leaned over shook both her arms. "Come on, I know you're up." I teased lightly.

I tensed when I felt her hands grasp my forearms and start working their way up. Wait, what?

Her eyes were still tightly shut and she gave no signs of waking up.

"Mimi, what are you-"

Her arms came up around my neck and pulled me down.

"?!"

I felt my mouth being pressed against hers and in surprise; I tightened my hands around her arms, pulling her up a little.

And I swear to God, I didn't mean to, but I ended up kissing her back, feeling her lips move against mine as if encouraging me.

I did not expect for her to wake up and scream.

"AHHHHHHH! HOLY HOSANNAH!" Her eyes had fluttered open and with a start, she pulled away from me falling back on the bed, shrieking loudly in surprise.

I winced; the girl's got a set of pipes on her.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" She screamed at me, scrambling off the bed and backing away from me. "You stole another kiss from me, you thief!"

I frowned at her. Oh no, I was not getting in trouble for this.

"Correction," I replied, suddenly annoyed with her. "You kissed me."

"I did not!" She gasped. "I was sleeping! You kissed me!"

"No, darling, I'm pretty sure it was you." I shot back. "You kissed me this time and the time before. You can't blame this on me."

I was coming off as a complete dick to her and I knew it.

Her blue eyes widened and her face flushed red as she brought a hand up to touch her mouth.

"Whoa, what's going on here?" Anisa came out of the bathroom, dressed and drying off her hair. She had a small frown on her face, as she looked over at me and then -"Miette!"

I turned just in time to see Miette run out the door and hear her feet pounding against the stairs as she left Anisa's house.

"Arsen…" Anisa was now glaring at me.

Why do I get the feeling that I was really fucking things up?

And why, for once in my life, did I feel a bit bad about it?

Miette Interlude

What's wrong with me!

I swear to God, I didn't purposefully kiss him! I was asleep! I'm not lying! Does my nose look like it's getting bigger to you!

I went over to Anisa's after school because she'd wanted me to come over so I could bring her the English homework and we were going to watch Pinocchio.

She hopped into the shower when I arrived, saying she felt grimy after waiting in the super sterilized doctor's office for so long. (I don't know where her logic comes from but okay…)

So I lay back on her bed and waited. I ended up daydreaming for a few minutes…well, okay; it was more like fantasizing about some really hot guy riding a horse.

What? I've got a thing for fairy-tale guys okay, god, don't be hating, because you don't have some hot guy riding up and saying sweet stuff to you.

But don't worry, I'd be jealous too, if I didn't have my more-fabulous-then-Fabio, God of Gorgeous sitting right in front of me, holding my upper arms gently, asking if he could kiss me…

So, of course, I had to say yes because he was just perfect.

So I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him softly.

'Wow, this almost feels real,' I had thought to myself, feeling a pair of lips move against mine and hands tighten around my arms. 'Very real-'

I'll let you have one guess as to why it felt so real.

God, what's going on here?

Yes! Go Scrazy, Go Scrazy, GO! Another chapter completed and with more confusing drama between Mimi and Asshole! YAY:)

Heh. So sorry everyone for the lateness. I suck at updating, I know, it took me five hours to finish writing this...The story is in my head, it's just typing it out that's the problem!

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-Scrazy