Cats & Bats 1
Terry fisted his right hand and glared at Francis Newman as he ogled over his girlfriend's new scandalous dress. No, he grimly reminded himself, his former girlfriend. He and Dana were through.
"Ter," Maxine Gibson said from next to her. "You know she's only doing this to grate you. Why else would she be with that notorious P.I.G?"
Terry growled. "I got over her weeks ago. What's pissing me off is that she's got my jacket." The same one she claimed she'd lost.
"Let her have it. You don't want it back now do you?"
No, he realized, he didn't. It was tainted with bittersweet memories.
He turned to leave, only to collide with an ebony haired young woman who bounced and headed for the floor. Instinctively, he reached out and caught her by the waist, touching the smooth expanse of her bare stomach. Electric sparks ran up his arm.
She had violet eyes, which were tilted like cat's eyes on her oval face. Her skin had a honeyed hue and felt like silk. And her lips were moist with gloss and plump...
"You gonna let her go, Terry? Or are you two so caught up in each other's eyes for the rest of the day?" Max reminded him of his other duties.
"Wha..." He broke out the trance slowly.
The girl followed suit, her expression nonplussed. "Thanks, handsome. Maybe now we can teach you to release." She quickly extracted herself from his hold.
Terry straightened, a cleared his throat. "Sorry, I didn't see you there."
The girl gave a wry smile. "Just what every new student wants to hear: they're invisible. Thanks, big boy." She sauntered off, hips swaying and back straight.
"That was Rylee Kyle; she just moved here from the Big Apple. She's in our Engineering course." Max informed him. "And my Creative Writing class. She's good."
"And hot." Terry agreed. "Think she'll go to Crystal's party with me?"
"Slow down, tiger. Wait until you hear her speak in Business class; which we also have with her, by the way."
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Terry took his seat next to Zander and huffed. "That lady's brutal."
Just as Zander was going to reply, the instructor called, "Next is Maxine Gibson."
Zander's attention became centered on his carnation pink haired girlfriend. "She's so wondrous..."
Terry frowned and slumped in his seat. He'd gotten a C-. Bruce was going to kill him when he got back from the Bahamas.
"...and that is why we should consider revising the marketing budget of..."
Terry let his eyes close and he thought of last night's crime. He'd arrived on the scene to see a woman in a cat suit whipping at the henchmen, keeping them away from the rare albino panther stolen from the zoo. He'd bagged the head creep, a poacher with a thing for wild cat meat, and managed to ice some of the henchmen, but the cat woman had been gone. A cat woman, he mused. Bruce would flip.
"Thank you, Miss Gibson: B+."
Max frowned and went back to her seat, two rows away.
"Next is Rylee Kyle," the instructor ordered.
Rylee got up like she had all the time in the world and strolled down to aisle to the podium.
"The marketing budget is indeed a high concern of Kyle Enterprise..." She began a very powerful presentation, complete with some charts that were readable to even Elementary school kids, and some very inspiring facts for the budget.
Terry was caught up solely on the way her hips swayed seamlessly as she talked.
"...and together we can truly represent the Kyle Enterprise goal: creating a better future for all." Rylee finished with flourish.
"Lovely, Miss Kyle: B-."
The bell rang and those who hadn't presented yet sighed with relief. "Presentations will resume tomorrow. Be ready."
Terry swung his pack behind him and trudged up to where Zander stood whispering endearments in Max's ear.
"Man, I bit the big one this time... The Boss'll skin me. Or feed me to the mutt..." he groaned.
"I'll tutor you after school when your free." Max offered, patting his arm.
"Don't spread yourself so thin, Max. You have a dozen other things on your plate already." Terry pointed out.
"I only tutor Matt, volunteer at the orphanage, pet shelter and rehabilitation center for splicers, work at Happy Burger, cook at the homeless shelter, take judo, prep the League techs, and manage the Oracle network... That's three shy of a dozen." She held up three fingers. "I can take you on, too."
"No way; you're stressed enough. Bruce'll just hire me a tutor."
"He's right. I wouldn't want you to collapse of fatigue." Zander agreed.
"You guys-"
"Hey, Max," Rylee sauntered over, skintight jeans eventuating her unconscious swaying. "Thanks again for helping me on the presentation. That's really trick of you."
"Trick?" Terry and Zander echoed.
"It's New York slang for cool." Max clarified. "And it's no trouble. I heard you birthday's next week. Having a party?"
Rylee bit he bottom lip. "Yeah; my granny's given the okay for a bash. But it'll probably just be me. Bummer, that sounded way lonelier than it did in my head."
"I'll totally come," Terry interjected. "You know, to keep you from having a lonely birthday and all... Hi, I'm Terry McGinnis."
She arched a brow. "Yeah, I met you this morning right? I'm Rylee Kyle, but my friends call me Lee. And don't go out of your way, I'll be trick at home alone." She tucked a strand of long black hair behind her ear.
"I'm Zander Scales, Max's boyfriend." Zander smiled.
"So, like Terry blurted out, we'll totally come and celebrate with you." Max grinned.
Lee beamed, flashing straight white teeth. "You guys are better than trick, you're kray."
Terry smirked. "More slang?"
"Actually, I made it up." She smiled and gripped her textbook pad closer. "Well, culinary arts is far away so... Bye."
She sauntered away, hips hypnotizing him. "She's really..."
"Terry, your drooling." Max alerted him with an amused tone.
"Shut up..."
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AK: For all of you who love Dana, tough. I'm not a big fan. Check out the story, and please review. Opinions are important to me.
