The room was steamy with sexual tension. Or perhaps that was the humidity of the rainy November afternoon. Ian stormed in and slumped down on a lime green chair with a groan. He then heard a discreet cough. He looked up. It was her.
"Oh...h-h-hey Serena," he stammered.
She drank him in with her aquamarine blue eyes, poring over his rippling body. Her eyes were the distinct blue of the Mediterranean Sea, where he had spent so many a childhood summer. She glanced down demurely.
"Hi," she smiled. "Crazy weather, huh?"
He nodded eagerly.
"Fuck the weather," he retorted.
His hair was slicked back with rain, and her honey-gold locks were wet too.
Snap out of it, he thought. She's in your class, for God's sake.
He took out his notepad and tried to distract himself. His distractions morphed into doodles of her. He realised what he was doing, and shoved the notes into his bag.
"What do you think of the chairs?" He chuckled desperately.
"The chairs?"
"Yeah, the colour's weird isn't it. I mean green- are they trying to make it look fresh?"
He giggled nervously. He clenched his fists in despair and frustration. Was it the sexual frustration or the fact he didn't like how much control she had over him that made him so angry? Either way, this was getting out of hand. He was catching feelings for this broad. She tossed her hair innocently. Ian smelt a thousand meadows in that toss.
"I-I-I wish I had your hair," he stammered.
"Sorry?"
"I just would love to comb my fingers through it," he said, glancing down at his sausage phalanges.
She smiled. She opened her mouth to invite him around for a cheeky borscht when Andy and Ralph stumbled in, giggling, like little slutz. Ian flexed his muscles dangerously.
Bring it on, gangsters, he thought. Serena blushed. Ever since that night of passion with Andy at summer camp, things had been awkward. She had started the week an innocent girl, and ended with her broken heart in pieces. He never had come calling again. Ralph noticed her blush and mistook it for disdain at him. To break the ice he offered her a crumpled, transparent bag of the plant leaves he loved so well.
"Ganja, baby girl?"
Serena sighed and left the room, slamming the door behind her. It was too much. It was all too much.
"Why the FUCK did you do that?" Ian cried, incensed.
"I was just being friendly. What did you do to make her leave?" Ralph retorted.
Andy kept quiet, knowing that it was his presence that had so offended the dame.