((I don't own It- that belongs to Stephen King. I don't own Code Geass either, just for the record.))

The group of seniors sitting at the table across from him, Lelouch decided, were all remarkably stupid. All the girls talked about was what was on TV last night, or what boy they thought was sexy, or some stupid "he said she said" thing. All the boys talked about were tits.

He tried to concentrate on the book in front of him, his deep violet eyes boring into the pages, trying to make the world in the book his own.

' "Float?" The clown's grin widened. "Oh yes, indeed they do. They float! And there's cotten candy.."

George reached.

The clown seized his arm.

And George saw the clown's face change. '

Lelouch almost jumped out of his skin when Milly attacked hugged him from behind. "Lulu!~ Are you reading that book again?"

"It?"

"What?"
"The book is called It. It's by Stephen King."

"It's called It?"
"Yes."

Milly looked confused, so Lelouch dropped the subject, setting down the thick book. "Well, anyway," Milly said, using her normal I'm-about-to-make-you-do-something tone, "I've made the decision about the costume for Shirley. We're going to use white lace, not red. I think it'll balance out the pink better."

Lelouch glared up at her. "You want me to redo the dress."

Milly nodded.

"The one I spent three weeks on. You want me to redo it because of the lace color." Lelouch spoke through gritted teeth. He had spent a large amount of time sewing the dress for Shirley's character in the play they were putting on. Lelouch wasn't acting, but he was helping out Milly, who was directing. The blond nodded, now wearing her you-know-you're-going-to-do-it-anyway-so-give-up smile. It didn't take long for Lelouch to sigh in defeat. Milly Ashford had a way of getting everyone to do exactly what she wanted. "Well, see you!" She said in a sing-song voice, waltzing away and waving over her shoulder just as lunch break ended. Lelouch eyed his half-eaten salad and shrugged, tossing it in the trash where it would be amalgamated with all the other partially eaten school lunches.

His thin body was shoved aside as some of the more stupid seniors shouldered past him. The one who bumped him was Suzaku Kururugi, looking starstruck by Lelouch's ever pretty cousin, Euphemia. Suzaku, whom Lelouch had known since fourth grade, was now one of the basketball team's best players. The boy had become an honorary Brittanian at the age of 10, and entered Ashford Elementary. Despite being an original Eleven, and his father being the last prime minister of Japan before it was taken over, Suzaku had made friends quickly. He had even been friends with Lelouch, once, before the cliques started forming.

When the cliques formed, everything pretty much started to suck.

ooooooooooooooo

Suzaku liked Euphie's shirt today.

It was tight and white, allowing Suzaku to catch a fleeting glance of the hot pink bra underneath. Today was turning out to be an excellent day.

"Suzaku? Hello?" Euphie sounded irritated.

"Ah, yes?" His eyes snapped up from where they had been almost staring at her chest.

"Are we going to go to Chemistry or not?"

"Right." They were stopped at Suzaku's locker. He dumped some books in(English, Algebra II, and Brittanian History III) and took out his Chemistry book, shoving that in his ratty orange backpack. It was a good backpack, faithful and true. It had lasted him ever since freshman year.

By the time they had finally gotten to the 400s hall to their Chemistry room, Suzaku had gotten a couple good looks at Euphie's chest again. He was good at that, knowing exactly when to look so he wouldn't get caught. Throw in a few "Mhm"s and "Oh, for sure"s, and you would never get caught staring at a girls... assets. He made sure to sit next to her in class.

They were there two minutes early, much to his dismay. They had five minutes in between classes. And the earlier you came to class, the longer you had to sit in your stupid seat.

Of course, Rolo was already there. Rolo was an eager junior who was incredibly enthusiastic about science. The light haired boy was engaged in a deep conversation with Lelouch, who looked like he was humoring him.

Suzaku snorted, leaning back in his chair. Rolo always wanted to talk to Lelouch. All the time. He thought that was pretty gay. Euphie was checking her phone, an action not uncommon for her. The ball rang, and the last few students filed in, quickly seeking seats.

Mr. Asplund, their teacher, was rather eccentric. He beckoned for Euphie to turn in her phone, which was met by an indignant scoff from the pink-haired girl, but she obliged, walking to the front of the room and handing over her precious QWERTY-keyboard.

Suzaku gave her a pitying look. "That sucks," he mumbled. Euphie sighed in reply. "Now Shirley's going to wonder what happened to me." Mr. Asplund was talking about acids and bases. Suzaku could honestly care less. He closed his large green eyes, wanting the day to be over so he could go to basketball practice.

He heard pens on paper; people taking notes. He hadn't done that since the beginning of junior year. Suzaku had convinced himself he retained the information just by memory. Well, his memory had served him with mostly D's and C's for that year. It was a miracle he stayed on the basketball team. It was probably by his coach's intervention that he stayed, since he was such a good player. At least Suzaku had that ace up his sleeve.

ooooooooooooo

"A tutor?" Suzaku exclaimed, his eyes staring unbelievingly at his coach, Viletta, across from him. The woman sighed. "Yes, Kururugi. I can't cover for you any longer, you need to keep up your grades or leave the team."

"But...I..." Come up with an argument, fast. Tutors suck. Everyone will think you're stupid. "I can try harder?" Really? That's all? That was possibly the lamest thing you've ever said. Suzaku was still beating himself up in his mind while Viletta let out another sigh. "Just do it, Kururugi. We can't loose you."

ooooooooooooo

Lelouch almost did a spit-take when he got the e-mail from Mrs. Nu, the basketball coach. He was going to be tutoring someone, something he had taken on for extra credits. He gulped down the rest of his ice-tea and started typing a reply.

What subjects does Suzaku need help in most?

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