CHAPTER 7

Rachel was in the girl's bathroom. She was just washing up her face, cleaning her lips in particularly. Funny how she believes all she says, but is normally the damsel in distress, as she would say to her friends. At least, she claims at times.

Rachel walks out of the bathroom, walking down the hallway.

She bumps into someone. Her purse falls off, dropping all of her makeup.

She goes down to grab what fell off, until she sees the hand of her accused stranger.

She looks into his eyes, seeing what and how could the world stumble upon her ex, Roman Tremblay, a slick green lizard who had it out to get to her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I go to school here, Ray"—Ray, she thought. What you used to call me when I was your...bitch—"some of us go to class, while someone like you"—points to the makeup—"doesn't have much confidence in themselves."

She wasn't amused by this. "Well, I don't think I need your opinion to tell me that I need to have confidence in myself."

"You should," he said, smiling, "the main reason why you liked to show the goods, but never satisfy the viewer."

"Fuck you," she said.

"Well, it's true," he said. Before he knew it, she slapped her.

They were both crouching, and he took he advantage of pushing her against the lockers and grabbed her by the arms. He liked her that way. How feisty she was, he thought. He liked her that way. He imagined how she would be the tough girl. She would be one to hold her own weight. And in bed...God, in bed. He liked it that.

She started to breathe heavily, on his neck. She didn't kick or squirm. She remembered this all too well. She remembered how rough he would be. How much did she liked it? Very.

"Seems like old times, eh, Ray?" he asked.

"Why do you care? You left when you fucked that bitch." She took in another breath. "You know damn well."

He smiled. "You never even gave me a chance to explain myself. I only did it because you just show and never tell. You just thought you could be a girl you to just show it, but not even give me the satisfaction? Do you think that's even fair, Ray?"

She thought for a while, chuckled even. "Guess not."

He let out a laugh, almost deflated, like it was more a reverse gasp.

He kissed her, almost on instinct.

She kissed him back, while he let go of her wrists and put his hands on her chest, while she hugged him back.

They moaned harder and harder and—

"FUCK!" Gumball screamed, almost reaching a certain limit where he couldn't control it. He saw his lunch tray, just there.

Everyone around looked at him, staring even, especially from Jamie and Penny.

He didn't see them. All he saw was his tray, seeing it laugh at him.

He pushed it out of the table, almost out of rage and hatred.

He looked around and saw them staring. "WHAT!" he screamed, almost echoing the room.

Everyone went back to doing what they were doing, except Jamie and Penny, who were still stunned by what they saw.

"Are you okay, Gumball?" Penny asked.

He closed his eyes, hoping to just breathe in and out to calm down. He did, and he opened his eyes, just see Jamie and Penny.

"Yes, I am," he said.

"No, you're not," Jamie said, with almost a sarcastic remark. "You aren't if you went out and decided to give yourself the label as 'Attention Whore,' just for the idea of you being all right. So what gives, Gumball?"

"Look, just take the hint that I'm just going through an outburst that was random."

"No, it isn't because you did the same thing—three, continuing this one—in the classroom and made me sucker punch you."

Penny grew concerned, thinking about it since she never saw that. "What do you mean?" she asked Jamie.

"Oh, your boyfriend decided that after he had a daydream he would start yelling at me, causing me to give him another type of dream."

"Well," Gumball began, "it doesn't matter. You see, I—"

"What were you dreaming about, Gumball?" Penny asked.

Gumball sat there, quiet, with his cheeks getting warmer, but not yet to his blushing point, as he calls it. "N-Nothing. Just some stuff that I shouldn't have dreamt."

"What was it?"

"Please don't," Gumball said. "Don't make me say it. I really don't want to say what it's about."

"Please, Gumball, I want to know. I'm your friend, you have to tell me."

Gumball didn't want to say it, but he then remembered when his sister kept asking him what was he was hiding when he put something in his closet...or was that her putting something away and he was asking her what it was? He doesn't remember.

He decided to do it since he thought about the guilt he may experience if they ever get into a relationship.

"Fine," he said. "I dreamt that me and Jamie were oiled up and started to have sex in the girls' bathroom when I thought it was the boys' bathroom." He said it quick, but he knew they heard well. Jamie stared at him with wide eyes, and Penny's...well, were hollow, but her mouth left a bigger hole than her eyes combined.

"What?" Penny said. That's all she could say. All she could think about is why and how. Why not her?

"What the fuck?" Jamie said, still confused by that. "Are you fucking shitting me? You? Me? Fuck. No way. No fucking—F-U-C-K-I-N-G way."

"I didn't say I wanted to. It just happened in my dreams."

"Why?" Jamie asked. "Why with me?"

"That's the thing. The reason why actually seemed natural, and...I liked it."

Penny felt a shot in the stomach. She felt like she was dying from that sentence. Harsh, she thought.

Jamie sat silent for a while, but then smacked him with her back hand. Gumball paused for a moment, putting his hands to his cheek, silent, but let out a small "ow" and just went a bit speechless.

"You should have kept your goddamn mouth shut!" Jamie yelled at him.

"She told me to—"

She interrupted him, "Shut up! Then you should've kept your goddamn mind shut. Don't you ever"—she grabbed him by his sweater—"think, or consider, you and I having those kind of activities, you smug perverted bastard."

"Aren't you technically a bastard?" he countered.

Jamie got madder, "If you weren't Brandon, I'd kick your sorry-ass to the damn stone age."

"Who's Brandon?" Gumball asked.

"That hard-headed prick who thinks he is great when he did nothing to little, little fucker," she said.

"But I had one of those dreams again," he said. Jamie prepared to hit him again, but he quickly said, "Not about us! NOT ABOUT US!" She lowered her fist, letting Gumball continue with his sentence. "It was with Rachel," he said. Penny snapped her spoon when she heard that. "And this guy named Roman, I think." Penny let out some air for relief that it's not Gumball with Rachel. "They had sex in the hallway of our school."

Jamie started to think about it. "Why did you dream about that?"

"I don't know, but...it sucked."

"What?" Jamie was confused by that. "What do you mean it sucked? Guys would go crazy to see and—or—have sex. Why did it suck?"

"Because it was the same as porn on the internet: It's fake and just there for lifeless sex."

Jamie was stunned by that. "And what's wrong with that?"

"Whatever happened to the idea of really enjoying sex? I mean, when you have sex, it has to mean something. If you don't, it's just nothing but two people having sex."

"But that's reality from a real perspective. You think if people didn't dramatize what the meaning is to us we would believe it as fact? Our life is just a single drop of lifeless or sensitive mortality. We all have our own perspective, but that's not why we would notice quick. We need our opinions because if not we would be forced with reactions that would make us dumb and lower us to animals. Our lives have meaning because we are the only one. It's as if we are the only one of our kind, but that doesn't make us alone. It makes feel alive because we project ourselves in so many ways. This is our life. We have to live it how we want it.

Gumball stood silent and both awed.

Penny clapped once, then stopped, resting her hands on her laps.

"You know if people were listening to us, they wouldn't be expecting this when you said, 'hot rough sex,'" Gumball said.

"Yeah, but if you keep pointing out the obvious, you'd be breaking the fourth wall."

"You know you already broke the fourth wall when you mentioned it."

"Shut up," Penny said. "Both of you need to just..." She stopped when she realized that she didn't want them to be enemies, but if they become friends, they could lead to something else. That dream may have been a dream, but she wasn't taking any chances. "Talk about something else."

"It's pointless," Gumball said. "Sex is just overblown by porn. That's it."

"Then do something about it," Jamie said.