"Don't run in the halls"
Broke that rule..
"Get along with everyone.."
Does it include you?
"Make me some scones and tea.."
did you ask for scorched black scones the color of your soul and liquid that tasts like windex?
Well then... I did that wrong..
... Whoops... I did that wronge.. AGAIN!
Now you want me to wear...
" outift to the party to night... "
Who the hell doe you think I am?
I currently held up the outfit he wanted me to wear tonight... A maid outfit.. Sure it would;ve been okay if it was british- which covered more skin but french? Don't get me wronge I like french- I actually LOVE IT! It's apart of me.. But in my current situation this year.. High school was already rough as it was.
A maid outfit.. It was interesting.. There was a little white color neck piece. That would go uner my collar. Then the worst came... The dress was humiliating.. It was so releavling! The worst was it had the british flag on the front, the dress was strapless looked tight, and it only covered up to my upper thighs... With black 2 inch heels to go alone with this torture outfit...
I felt my stomach drop. Was this a costume party or something entirely diffrent..
I felt my chest begin to pacen up.. He just stood there looking at me.. He was hard to read sometimes but this was.. His intent. I felt my hands grip the lacy fabric and tremble. I heard a alarm go off in my head, then it was silent...
Then the smoked black scones and his grey tea rattled as I slammed both of my tan fingers on to the workspace of his cherry wooden light poured in from the student council room from the gothic styled windows, where the large european chair hide the soul of a dark presence. His emerald eyes cut through the darkness and I stood my ground. He held his composer, apathetic look, and hands folded looking professional to my out burst.. OOOOH I WANTED TO SPILL THAT GOD DAMN TEA ON HIM AND SEE HIM SCREAM!
I stood my ground. Emerald eyes met my amber golden eyes. I was going to give him a peace of my mind, what I wanted to say was I was tired of his English shit, and he can take his black burnt scones, and Earl Grey tea to shove it.. That was important. Dealing with the current situation- with the tension this was the last straw. VIVA LA REVOLUTION BITCHES!
"A maids custom... A MAID'S OUTFIT?" " My eye twitched golden eyes filled with disgust. He of course would just look at me with that same apathetic face..
Of course I didn't look any better. Not handleing my self in a calm manner, yelling and my position didn't help either. I've been in this position before. Leaning forward, the sun in my face, just this pose caused trouble for me. France as well as other guys would stare at me or blush. So I tried to avoid this postion due to the reputation I was given this year that I tried to live down... Just because I hung out with France, and had a colar that this bastard gave me.. As well as hang out with other geys.. It wasn't my fault Hungary was my only girl friend who was my room mate. I loved her but when you have guys coming into your room to play video games which was snuck in by hungary, until one in the morning. THe noise yes can be suggestive.. Yelling, screaming, crying ( Yes prussia does cry when he loses. Because he's so fucking awesome!) and celebrating. Then leaving at usually 1-4 in the morning could lead others to interpret the situation diffrently. Sure I hung out with Francis, yes was a pervert but a nice guy over all... But it didn't stop others from thinking any diffrently.
My small hour glass figure, nice legs, long brown hair,tan skin, and full lips would be intimidating because- men usually saw me as a toy. But I wasn't...I soon tried to break my habits of comfort in attempting to prevent such actions that would lead other to thinking things like I was a slut,bitch, or whore.. This was another problem to deal with. But to Arthur that was a diffrent story but still one of my troubles too..
Arthur Kirkland, I didn't think he had a sexual preference.. Which made me feel better because I know he never would see me as attractive or try anything. To this point and my past I just began to hate relationships of high school love it was so stupid.
But his lack of concern for me was what made me think that he was even a bigger prick.. I knew that he just wanted a maid outfit because it was either two things...
One, He of course was a teenage boy who was hormone crazed. He thought he would be sneaky by fulfilling his needs by dressing me up in a maid outfit.. Not caring for my reputation as long as it suited him and met his needs.
Or...
Two, he was just being a Prick by hurting my reputation... I was already known as a whore.. Why else would he do it? He wanted to make my life miserable.
I stared- no I glared at this presence of pure evil in my eyes.
His ruffled dirty blonde hair, porceline skin much like Francis complexion, a sharp jaw bone structure, thin scrawny looking body frame ( which is really toned. Seychelles saw this when she accidentally spilled tea on him), and you know.. I hate to admitt this but, he was kinda cute.. When he kept his mouth shut..
Sure he was nice a few times, sure that's endearing but I want someone like Frances who is always a gentleman, without the perverted persona.
But still nothing attractive! But all I know, and what I've heard from Francis is that he was a former delinquent. A delinquent look, dangeroous emerald eyes apathetically glared at me beacause I refused to wear such a kinky outfit to Francis party! WFT MAN!
The room was silent the tension could be tasted as I opened my mouth.
" WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?" I was trembling with anger. This was the last straw..
He smirked, his lips tugging at the corners before slamming down his large hands on to the table, leaning against his desk, he seemed to mimick my stance. His breath was so close just barely gracing my chin.
" Your seychelles," His voice was low. He glared with a smirk. I wouldv'e been blushing but right now at the current moment, my cheecks were occupied by an anger blush, not a love blush..
" a small african nation.. A small island in the Indian ocean off the north west coast -" He emphasied the small which mad my jaw clench and I couldn't hold my lip any longer.
"North east" I corrected. I contiued to glare at him, his smirk vanished as he drew his attention towards the off! I was french and you know it doesn't take much. I was french and I don't take shit!
Madagascar island... You are under British rule and also speak French which is very distastful. You suck at making tea, biscuts and my mums scones.." I rolled my eyes... Well excuse me your highness...
He stood from his red velvett chair moving to the side of the desk, his long nible hands gliding across the table as he got closer to me.
Now the ass hole was next to me. Leaning like he was cool with that same old evil expression that reminded me of a cat eye it's prey..
He placed both hands near my smalle fingers, I didn't move. I needed to stand my ground I was not going to move away or show a weakness. My feirce golden eyes met emerald eyes that currently smirked with power in a battle. I will win!
He pulls the color of pure emerald gems seem inferior. Seychelles tiny legs fight to stay still. Both stared at one another trying to understand why the maid topic had to be brought up. Diffrent reasons but the topic was not seen as a conversation that would go well.
"I need you to wear this to accompany me to the custom party Franis is having. If you can deal with wearing this customfor one night I'll allow the rest of the month off- maybe longer?... " He lifted his head and studied my reaction. It was so easy after you've been together for so long.
I felt my eyes widen, and breath hitch. Was this true?
The whole month? It made my mouth twitch up wards, and body heat up.
OOHH SWEET MAMA! A month or longer? No Arthur! I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.. It was... Wait- I burst my own bubble. I felt my neck slowly turn to look at him also studing him.
"Promise?"
"Yes. I keep my word."
Seychelles eyes gaze drifted towards the window where the light had poured in showing the devil in front of her. I felt my body tense... I felt my eyes buring holes at the white french box that currently lay in front of me. My arms relax as I lean on to my hands my head bent over to breath. I felt alittle bit of pressure leave my chest.
Just think Seychelles... A month.. Just for one night wear this... I look towards the box that heald the relealing outfit - my eyes twitched and I tried to prevent my lips from puckering up., I let out a sigh of defeat.. I could probably live it down for a while, that could work... I grabbed the box
" Fine. " I turned and walked towards the door. I accidently slammed the door shut.
" The only time I'll do this..." I looked down at the box. Feeling my throat feel plugged. Why? Why is it always me?
I walked down the deserted hallway for a breather. I guess this is one time I'll get a breather before the party. I couldn't help but feel my chest edge with a sensless emtoin.
When was it when people were going to listen? But I soon smiled because one day after high school.. I find a family... I'll find a place I belong.. I search for someone who won't hurt me.. Because then.. I'll finally feel were I belong.. Like I do with Francis.