So, without further ado, let the story of many begin…
The pinkette slunk back into her chair, head relaxing into the arms she held behind her head, grungy combat boots resting on the small student desk she had claimed for the class period. It was the first day of school and she had already found herself ignoring the teacher's voice and focusing on a more interesting matter. And by interesting I mean the TA. The rather beautiful TA that sat next to the teacher's desk, rummaging through a stack of papers. The 9th grader allowed her eyes to linger lazily upon the other girl's face, inspecting and basking in the perfect contrast of her dark brown hair and blue eyes against her flawless porcelain skin. The pinkette's skin was far from flawless, a tattoo under one eye, a scar here and there from past trouble-makings. But it suited her in an edgy way.
The boy, sitting in the desk parallel to the pink-haired teen, allowed a mischievous grin tug at the corner of his lips. "Sooooo. Watchya looking at?" The girl questioned nosily, already knowing very-well what she was focused on. The punk did not respond, causing the pale boy's sinister eyebrows to curve wickedly. He didn't like being ignored, so the teenage trickster was going to make sure she didn't like ignoring him.
He reached over and snapped in her face, proclaiming loudly "Hey lovebird, I asked ya a question-"
The string bean of a human being was startled when the pinkette grasped the boy's wrist in an almost-painful grip.
"Hey what's wrong with y-"
"Excuse me, Shaco…and Vi, is it? What is so important that you had to interrupt me?" Interjected the teacher's voice, causing the beautiful TA's attention to shift from her papers to the present ordeal.
Everyone's attention was now on the duo.
"Wellll you see, prof., I was just telling this little lady-"
"Little? You do know I'm taller than you right?" Vi was starting to get pissed, and it was rather evident in the impatient tone she used.
"Ohhhhh. Touchy much? As I was saying, I was trying to tell this large lady here," Shaco paused to bask in the reaction he had elicited from Vi with his mockery, "that we are at school to learn, not ogle the breasts of some pretty TA." The boy (who apparently had a death wish) was able to grin manically for about a split-second before a now blood-red Vi connected her fist with the smaller boy's jaw. It was pretty much lights out after that.
Vi, acting like nothing had ever happened, took her seat once more and shrugged. She popped her knuckles as she waited for the shocked teacher to deliver her the inevitable punishment for her actions. Nothing new to her.
Instead, surprisingly, the teacher sat down and looked at his papers and murmured something to the TA who in turn dragged the unconscious body to the nurses office which was conveniently located in the room next to them. (That's right bitches I'm somewhat omnipresent).
Just as the TA made her way through the door of the classroom, the teacher, a strange man with blue skin and tattoos adorning his flesh, ordered to the TA another task, "Miss Caitlyn, please escort Vi here to the principal's office immediately." The girl nodded in response and motioned for Vi to follow with a quick, "Well come along now."
'So her name's Caitlyn, eh? God damn her accent is so hot…' Vi thought to herself as she shuffled through the maze of desks and to to her destination, AKA the door.
As soon as the two were a safe distance from the classroom, the brunette turned her gaze towards Vi, who was still blushing from the earlier event. The older girl quirked a mischievous eyebrow. "So, you were ogling…my breasts?" Questioned Caitlyn in a posh accent that made Vi melt like butter. Vi awkwardly scratched the back of her neck after running her right hand through her pink locks.
'A nervous fidget….remember that,' Caitlyn made a mental note of Vi's body language just like she did with everyone else. Take Prof. Ryze for example, when irritated his left eye acquires a barely noticeable twitch and his voice begins to raise in pitch yet obtains a slight breathy quality to it.
"Well…um…class was so boring...and you're well ya know…and I'm well ya know…and well…." Vi continued to ramble on, slightly irritating Caitlyn yet entertaining her at how awkwardly adorable the whole situation was. "But I wasn't lookin' at your chest. Not yet anyways…" Vi allowed a slight chuckle to escape her throat as she regained some sense of composure. Only to have that composure eradicated by a slight brushing of her bangs out of her face by Caitlyn's slender fingers. It was just a slight scrape against her flesh. One short moment of skin on skin contact. But it counted. It was there and it was real. And it made all the nerves in her body tingle in excitement…in a pipe dream to be touched in a more sensitive and intimate way.
They had reached the front office. From there on it was Vi's quest alone to reach the slightly dreaded Principal. Before the two's path split, Vi had a last second idea…more of an impulse actually. "Yo, Cait, wanna hang out sometime….I dunno…like at lunch or maybe after or school or somethin'?"
Caitlyn took a split second to contemplate something of which she already knew the answer too before answering, "Yes, I would enjoy that. "
The punk waited for Caitlyn to disappear from her sight before pumping a triumphant fist in the air.
This school year is going to be a long…yet worthwhile one for the bruiser….hopefully we can say the same for everyone else…
N/A:
You had enough energy to read it, you should have enough energy to review it. That sounded salty. What can I say? I'm from NaC1…aka north america on the periodic table (salt..huehuehue) Now farewell you beautiful people. Prepare for Thresh, Rengar, Kassadin, Twitch, leaked gossip and a drug deal next chapter. Probably gonna make it to 2k or 3k…dare I say 4k.
