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Eyeing the uniform she glared. Yes, schoolgirl uniforms were hot. There wasn't much denying that. And Diana had one of those bodies that was rounder in the hips and fit a uniform like that oh-so-well. Thus it wasn't the uniform itself that made her cringe. It was the colouring of the clothing- the white shirt and burgundy blazer were two colors that made her already white face seem pasty and sickly.
Diana had never bothered with her looks, and she didn't want to start now. But, it seemed she would have to. Until she got some sun on her skin that is. So sighing, Diana took her foundation out of the sole suitcase she had shelped to California, and what became a morning ritual for the next month.
It was her first day back at the school since Christmas vacation- and skiing in the alps hadn't down much to help her skin. But that wasn't the only reason Diana was worried. She had seen him entering the school only a few minutes before, and already he had her excited.
It wasn't something in the way he walked, or the way he held his luggage. It wasn't the way he had pulled down his shirtsleeves soon after exiting the town car, shielding away what she could tell was a finely muscled forearm. No, none of that was what initially drew her to Caine Soren.
It was the way he had looked when he first saw the school. He had looked up by the window she was staring out of, but he didn't see her. Instead, shielding his eyes form the sun, he appraised the school with hardly a glance. His look was neither approving, nor disapproving, and with that- Diana was attached.
She had been in Liza Corcoran's room, watching out the window for when the girl might arrive and kick Diana out. But Diana couldn't help it: Liza had a massive flatscreen in her room. But instead of the thin blonde coming out of that black, fashioned car, he had come out, in all his glory. Five minutes later, and Diana was out of the shower and in her own bedroom.
She got dressed and inspected herself again. Maybe she was getting ready for nothing. Coates Academy, as a reform school, meant that all the students had done something horribly wrong in their past. This made for badly behaved boys, and bitchy girls, though all were very secretive, they all seemed trusting, an onlooker would see Coates as an average elite boarding school minus the smiling of the children.
She watched him from the stairwell, the maintenance man taking the boys luggage over to his room. He must have been around her age, maybe a bit older. He was handsome, she was first to admit that. There were other boys here whom Diana had hung around with, older and more mature boys than the ones in her grade. But although he seemed her age, the wisdom in his eyes surpassed that of the faculty.
His hair was a warm brown, and he kept it fashioned around is jawline. Now she was drawn to face. His jaw and chin were hard and sculpted, the cheek bones prominent without being hollow. If Diana was ever jealous of something, it was cheekbones. They were the one feature that she envied, although they probably would have looked odd with her round face.
The eyes were something else. Dark, mysterious, resolute, and yet so….passionate. Yes, his body was obviously nice, his lips were perfectly formed, and his hair probably soft to the touch- but none of these things interested people like Caine's eyes did. She felt her knees buckle as he swept them over the stairs, not seeing her as she ducked out of sight.
Though he was barely thirteen, as she would find out later, he walked through that entryway with possessed power, stopping the kids who were around him in their tracks.
As he spoke to the Dean, Diana made her plan of attack. She wanted him, badly. Not as a lover or as a friend, but as an ally. But he would have to make the first move. Something Caine ended up being awful at.
She walked past him as he came out of the office and up the stairs. He stopped, she followed suit.
He looked into her eyes for a good few minutes, before he appraised her the way men size girls up: staring at her shoes slowly, before making his way up. It was that kind of look that made a girl feel naked. She tugged at her skirts a bit, her eyes never leaving his. But then finally, she broke it. Moving away and down the hall without so much as a word.
Imagine, Diana thought to herself, a boy making me blush? I would have thought it impossible.
He watched as she disappeared around a corner. He pictured her again. She was looking at him funny, like she saw it in him. She was looking at him like she knew what he had done. Like she knew he was a freak.
He had been looking at her for a different reason. As a teenager with raging hormones, the need to have sex with anything moving was obvious. And though this was the reason he had for stopping to admire her beauty, it was not the reason he had remained standing as the cocked ticked. No, it was because of that look she gave him.
It was because she looked at him like she knew, and yet she didn't turn around with disgust. If anything, she was looked at him like she wanted him. And he knew it took certain type of woman to be able to meet his gaze with equal intensity.
His first girlfriend had said something to him once, after they broke up when he had told her he met someone else. That wasn't exactly true. He hadn't fallen for anyone else, he had just had his tongue down a few other girls throats. But she had said something to him anyways, something that stuck: 'who is she? Let me guess, tall, blonde, and willing?'
He had decided then that that was his type. There was truth in it, all of his hook-ups, which were quite astounding for a boy his age, were with tall, blonde, and easy girls.
But he knew this girl was the complete opposite. For starters, she wasn't tall, nor short really, and she most certainly wasn't blonde, but she also wasn't willing. That was easy enough to tell. That was the reason he had stopped on the stairs. He was so taken aback for the amount of lust he had for her when she was contradictory to his sexual appetite.
But all his lust had vanished the moment she met his gaze. Now, there was only fascination and interest. He wanted to, no needed to, find out all about this girl. Who she was, where she came from, what did she know about him?
A young woman was standing by him trying to show him to his room. He had requested a single, and when denied, had previously scared his roommate into leaving before even coming onto the campus.
Coates had been a mistake his parents had so willingly made. Not that he wanted to stay with them, leaving was his biggest hope, but reform school, really? He knew he was a bad child. From what had occurred last week, he seemed to be a freak too. Some sort of supernatural mutant. But Caine was other things too: he was powerful, scary powerful, and he knew Coates Academy was just a crappy testing ground for his power.
After a moment of staring at the place she had recently been standing he regained his cool and let the attendant on his right guide him to his new room. It was empty minus the white bed that took up over half of it. He dropped his leather suitcase and stalked over to the window to gaze at the already setting sun.
Coates was a school made up of bullies there were the lesser ones to the bullies that bullied the bullies. And she was on top of that. No one really messed with her. The older girls sometimes gave her dirty looks in the halls, but she didn't care. She coasted by easily on her looks. When she became bored, she would get students to fail tests or teachers to fail students. And when she was in a good mood, she didn't do anything and kept to herself, sometimes going days without talking to anyone.
The week Caine arrived was one of those weeks where she was in a good mood. It was Saturday, and she was still gliding by without talking to anyone, even the Caine, the new boy who had fascinated the whole school within an hour of is arrival.
They hadn't said a word, or even met gazes since that first encounter.
But she had known him to look at her in class sometimes and vice-versa.
Even the annoying Dekka had noticed. "He's checking you out, girl," she had said the day before during history.
Remembering the moment, Diana smirked, a smirk that hardly left her face these days. This particular Saturday Diana had awoken late hoping to not be bothered while she showered. The kids were probably all out at the beach enjoying the day off.
She was just walking out of the steam when she saw that Caine kid leaning against the tile staring at her. She glared at him, careful not to let her emotions into her voice. She did the deed well, sounding light and breezy, "can I help you with something?"
She glided toward the mirror. His dark eyes followed her. She undid the ivory towel in her hair and let her wet locks cascade down her shoulders, if he was going to look, at least give him something to look at. She saw a smile hint his lips, but his voice remained steady and his eyes firm "I came to ask you the same question."
Diana looked at him in the mirror, standing behind her he raised his brows. She was mesmerized by those eyes, and she had to pause to even think of the words while those eyes bore into hers.
"There is nothing I need from you, but if your lame excuse to see your first naked girl is ruined because I won't make out with you in the shower, well then I'm sorry to disappoint." She mentally congratulated herself for coming up with a witty comment while in such a compromising situation. She would need to get better hold on her emotions when with Caine in the future.
Now he just laughed out loud. Before she knew it he was a foot behind her, "Sorry to ruin your judgment of my actions but I came to ask for a favor". She gathered her hair into a knot, squeezing out excess water into the basin in front of her.
"I don't do favors". Before she knew it he grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, turning her around so their faces were inches apart.
"Who's to say I wouldn't return the favor?" he said darkly, his breath hitting her face.
After a moment she exhaled. "What do you want?"
The moment was not sexy, as it would have seemed. It was scary. He had really scared her.
"I want you to help me."
"Help you?"
"Take control of the school."
"Excuse me?"
"Lemme show you something"
Caine grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. She yanked her arm away. "I'm naked!" He gave a small smile and blushed, "fine, go get dressed I'll meet you in the library in fifteen minutes"
And with that, although she was scared out of her mind, Diana became friends with Caine.