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---The idea of an anti-particle is remarkable indeed. Imagine, something perfectly identical to the particle in most manners, except for the charge. What happens when they interact? Is everything just gamma rays and positrons?
Rachel rose from her bed, beaming, and ready for the day. Stretching her arms wide in either direction, she looked out the window to observe Mr. Hubbard already up and mowing his lawn. Even though he grumbled at the hefty mower, Rachel smiled and watched him for a few moments. A shame that he didn't see the root sticking up and hindering his progress.
Rakul was getting up on the other side of town, scratching his bare chest and yawning audibly. He was hungry, and seeing as how he had burned off most of his small dinner last night in situps, he felt that he deserved a massive, if not healthy, breakfast. He yelled something down to his mother, then jumped into the shower.
Rachel was anxious for school. She was still hung over on her ex, who had left her for a prettier, preppier cheerleader back in the fall. It was March now, and her heart still twanged for tht lost hope. Maybe she could see Ben today and talk to him. She had heard that things with Sarah hadn't worked out... God, did she ever miss him.
Rakul wasn't looking forward to school. Another test to take. He did so well in his calculus, chemistry, English, and social science classes, yet psychology eluded him. To understand the human mind... He couldn't fathom the emotions that he held, or lack thereof. Many girls had fawned over him, but Rakul was interested in none of them. He felt nothing for no one other than himself. That's not to say he was selfish, but the only color he saw in life was his ambition and future success.
Though she didn't see Ben in the halls before first period, Rachel suddenly felt enthused. Her first period was psych with Dr. Simmons, and her end-of-quarter exam was that day. She entered the class, sat near the front of the room, and waited for the test to begin.
Rakul always sat in the back of the class. He was always the first one in, and first to leave. As if he had anything else better to do than learn. "Class, for your final, you will be performing a psycho analysis of one of your peers. According to written evidence to support your diagnosis, your grade can range from A-plus to Fail. I leave it to you to pick your partners."
Rachel's eyes immediately sought out Michelle's, but her friend had already taken up a seat next to James. Damn Michelle and her flirtacious nature... Looking around, she quickly found that all of her prospective partners had joined with each other, leaving her in a confused stupor in the front of the class. She wished Ben was there.
Rakul faced the same problem: he had no one to pair with. Well, there was Rachel, but she was so pretentious. With her pretty face and short skirt, she was probably not interested in working with him. As he looked, though, he saw that neither of them had much hope of getting anyone else.
Rachel looked up at Rakul. He'd have to do.
Rakul caught eyes with Rachel. God, what kind of exam was this?
As Rachel sat, she crossed her legs and nervously held her knees. "So, who's going to go first?" she asked, biting her bottom lip and giving the other groups a glanceover. It's not that she terribly minded Rakul: he was cute enough. But, they never talked otherwise...
"You don't want this," Rakul started, cutting right to the chase. "You'd rather be with one of your friends, or with a boy you know. Probably your boyrfriend. Maybe that's your dependance upon others. You're afraid of being alone and when presented with a new situation, you suffer from anxiety. I can tell from your level of distraction and your shaking foot."
Rachel looked down at her tapping foot; she hadn't even noticed. "...I don't have a boyfriend," she murmured softly.
Rakul looked at her, shrugging. "Okay, go. Do me."
Suddenly feeling quite defensive at his quick, though not entirely true?, analysis of her, Rachel snaps right back. "And you are pretentious. Your air of being high and mighty drives people away, though you only do it to show off. You want people to be fascinated by your superior knowledge, yet your bragging only puts people off." She pauses, hating to copy, but finding no other diagnosis. "...You're lonely."
Rakul looked at her, then grumbled as he wrote something down on his paper. He saw that she did the same; they quickly filled out their exams fifteen minutes after they had been assigned. He was probably going to fail, but at that point, he honestly didn't care.
Rachel turned in her test and asked to go to the restroom. There, she sat and sobbed in the last stall. She suddenly hated Rakul for making her think about Ben, and how lonely she really was. Being pretty, doing well in school... She suddenly didn't care. She just missed having someone with her.
Rakul noticed that Rachel had been gone for a long time: the other groups were still talking, though a few were finishing up. He felt bad. He didn't want to hurt her feelings.. No, that couldn't be it. The princess was probably skipping. If that was the case, she wouldn't be the only one. He was so done with that class. "Mr. Simmons, can I go to the bathroom?"
Rachel opened her purse to find a mirror, with which she made haste in cheking her makeup. Oh, Jesus... Her mascara was running. Great, that's fantastic. The hallway door opened and she gasped, trying to cover her breathy sobs. Please don't let it be a teacher. "...Rachel?" she heard a boy say. Oh, crap. It was Rakul... "...Yes?" she replied softly, scrambling to get her things together.
Rakul had heard crying from the restroom, and knew immediately who it was. "Rachel, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your... Will you come out, please?" he asked, tilting his head to peek through the cracks of the stall door. He saw her getting up and wiping her face.
Rachel felt awful. He was the last person she wanted to see. He really was pretentious. He was such a jerk... But, she wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of keeping her down. She thrust the door open, a little harder than she intended, and looked up at him with tear-stained, running-mascara eyes. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice higher than she had hoped.
Rakul felt as though he had been struck in the back of his head. Had he really made her feel this awful? He had only said a few things to her. He couldn't have done that himself. "Rachel, I'm sorry," he murmured, raising both of his hands. "Look, here. Come here. I promise I won't bite." Stepping forward, Rakul reached out to pull Rachel into a light embrace.
Rachel fell into him, though didn't resist. How strange it was to be standing in the middle of the girl's bathroom with this strange boy, one she had never actually talked to. Every voice in her head told her to push him away, but her muscles contracted into pulling him tight against her. He smelled good. He felt good to hold. She missed that feeling. "Rakul?" she asked, begging for his attention.
Rakul pressed his nose to her crown, letting his hands hold her shoulders and the back of her head. "...Yes?" he whispered, suddenly put at ease. It surprised him how perfectly she fit into his figure. It surprised him even more that he felt something. He didn't want to let her go.
"Rakul, I'm lonely."
"...Me too, Rachel."
She leaned back to look at him, wiping her wet eyes with the back of her hand. Perhaps it was the moment, perhaps her fleeting emotions, or perhaps it was her hormones, but Rachel leaned up with closed eyes to gently press her lips against his. Nothing too obscene or out of place, of course.
Rakul felt her lips upon his, hot and moist from her recent crying fit. He had never been kissed. He had never known the electricity, nor passion, that could be exchanged in such a simple gesture. He wanted to pull away and tell her that everything was going to be all right. He wanted to tell her that he was in love with her. He wanted them to run away to the country and live by themselves and grow up and have children. He fell into her, though. Fell -through- her.
They both became light. Perfect, pure light. Gamma rays. Perhaps the perfect soulmates are never meant to exist in each others' presence.
Rachel rose from her bed, beaming, and ready for the day. Stretching her arms wide in either direction, she looked out the window to observe Mr. Hubbard already up and mowing his lawn. Even though he grumbled at the hefty mower, Rachel smiled and watched him for a few moments. A shame that he didn't see the root sticking up and hindering his progress.
Rakul was getting up on the other side of town, scratching his bare chest and yawning audibly. He was hungry, and seeing as how he had burned off most of his small dinner last night in situps, he felt that he deserved a massive, if not healthy, breakfast. He yelled something down to his mother, then jumped into the shower.
Rachel was anxious for school. She was still hung over on her ex, who had left her for a prettier, preppier cheerleader back in the fall. It was March now, and her heart still twanged for tht lost hope. Maybe she could see Ben today and talk to him. She had heard that things with Sarah hadn't worked out... God, did she ever miss him.
Rakul wasn't looking forward to school. Another test to take. He did so well in his calculus, chemistry, English, and social science classes, yet psychology eluded him. To understand the human mind... He couldn't fathom the emotions that he held, or lack thereof. Many girls had fawned over him, but Rakul was interested in none of them. He felt nothing for no one other than himself. That's not to say he was selfish, but the only color he saw in life was his ambition and future success.
Though she didn't see Ben in the halls before first period, Rachel suddenly felt enthused. Her first period was psych with Dr. Simmons, and her end-of-quarter exam was that day. She entered the class, sat near the front of the room, and waited for the test to begin.
Rakul always sat in the back of the class. He was always the first one in, and first to leave. As if he had anything else better to do than learn. "Class, for your final, you will be performing a psycho analysis of one of your peers. According to written evidence to support your diagnosis, your grade can range from A-plus to Fail. I leave it to you to pick your partners."
Rachel's eyes immediately sought out Michelle's, but her friend had already taken up a seat next to James. Damn Michelle and her flirtacious nature... Looking around, she quickly found that all of her prospective partners had joined with each other, leaving her in a confused stupor in the front of the class. She wished Ben was there.
Rakul faced the same problem: he had no one to pair with. Well, there was Rachel, but she was so pretentious. With her pretty face and short skirt, she was probably not interested in working with him. As he looked, though, he saw that neither of them had much hope of getting anyone else.
Rachel looked up at Rakul. He'd have to do.
Rakul caught eyes with Rachel. God, what kind of exam was this?
As Rachel sat, she crossed her legs and nervously held her knees. "So, who's going to go first?" she asked, biting her bottom lip and giving the other groups a glanceover. It's not that she terribly minded Rakul: he was cute enough. But, they never talked otherwise...
"You don't want this," Rakul started, cutting right to the chase. "You'd rather be with one of your friends, or with a boy you know. Probably your boyrfriend. Maybe that's your dependance upon others. You're afraid of being alone and when presented with a new situation, you suffer from anxiety. I can tell from your level of distraction and your shaking foot."
Rachel looked down at her tapping foot; she hadn't even noticed. "...I don't have a boyfriend," she murmured softly.
Rakul looked at her, shrugging. "Okay, go. Do me."
Suddenly feeling quite defensive at his quick, though not entirely true?, analysis of her, Rachel snaps right back. "And you are pretentious. Your air of being high and mighty drives people away, though you only do it to show off. You want people to be fascinated by your superior knowledge, yet your bragging only puts people off." She pauses, hating to copy, but finding no other diagnosis. "...You're lonely."
Rakul looked at her, then grumbled as he wrote something down on his paper. He saw that she did the same; they quickly filled out their exams fifteen minutes after they had been assigned. He was probably going to fail, but at that point, he honestly didn't care.
Rachel turned in her test and asked to go to the restroom. There, she sat and sobbed in the last stall. She suddenly hated Rakul for making her think about Ben, and how lonely she really was. Being pretty, doing well in school... She suddenly didn't care. She just missed having someone with her.
Rakul noticed that Rachel had been gone for a long time: the other groups were still talking, though a few were finishing up. He felt bad. He didn't want to hurt her feelings.. No, that couldn't be it. The princess was probably skipping. If that was the case, she wouldn't be the only one. He was so done with that class. "Mr. Simmons, can I go to the bathroom?"
Rachel opened her purse to find a mirror, with which she made haste in cheking her makeup. Oh, Jesus... Her mascara was running. Great, that's fantastic. The hallway door opened and she gasped, trying to cover her breathy sobs. Please don't let it be a teacher. "...Rachel?" she heard a boy say. Oh, crap. It was Rakul... "...Yes?" she replied softly, scrambling to get her things together.
Rakul had heard crying from the restroom, and knew immediately who it was. "Rachel, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your... Will you come out, please?" he asked, tilting his head to peek through the cracks of the stall door. He saw her getting up and wiping her face.
Rachel felt awful. He was the last person she wanted to see. He really was pretentious. He was such a jerk... But, she wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of keeping her down. She thrust the door open, a little harder than she intended, and looked up at him with tear-stained, running-mascara eyes. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice higher than she had hoped.
Rakul felt as though he had been struck in the back of his head. Had he really made her feel this awful? He had only said a few things to her. He couldn't have done that himself. "Rachel, I'm sorry," he murmured, raising both of his hands. "Look, here. Come here. I promise I won't bite." Stepping forward, Rakul reached out to pull Rachel into a light embrace.
Rachel fell into him, though didn't resist. How strange it was to be standing in the middle of the girl's bathroom with this strange boy, one she had never actually talked to. Every voice in her head told her to push him away, but her muscles contracted into pulling him tight against her. He smelled good. He felt good to hold. She missed that feeling. "Rakul?" she asked, begging for his attention.
Rakul pressed his nose to her crown, letting his hands hold her shoulders and the back of her head. "...Yes?" he whispered, suddenly put at ease. It surprised him how perfectly she fit into his figure. It surprised him even more that he felt something. He didn't want to let her go.
"Rakul, I'm lonely."
"...Me too, Rachel."
She leaned back to look at him, wiping her wet eyes with the back of her hand. Perhaps it was the moment, perhaps her fleeting emotions, or perhaps it was her hormones, but Rachel leaned up with closed eyes to gently press her lips against his. Nothing too obscene or out of place, of course.
Rakul felt her lips upon his, hot and moist from her recent crying fit. He had never been kissed. He had never known the electricity, nor passion, that could be exchanged in such a simple gesture. He wanted to pull away and tell her that everything was going to be all right. He wanted to tell her that he was in love with her. He wanted them to run away to the country and live by themselves and grow up and have children. He fell into her, though. Fell -through- her.
They both became light. Perfect, pure light. Gamma rays. Perhaps the perfect soulmates are never meant to exist in each others' presence.