AN: So, yeah, I gave this theme to Gaz. Mostly, because giving it to Mr. Elliot would've made it really creepy, but also because the weak, sniveling girly girly people write Gaz as when she's in love is NOT her. This is a bit more like she'd probably be. (In my opinion, anyway.)

See chapter one for disclaimer that applies to all chapters.

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Gaz was not someone to hide her emotions.

Granted, her emotional ranged ran from angry to quiet content most days, but when she was surprised, or happy, or sad, she showed it. Most teachers didn't get that, and thought she was hiding away her real self or some such self righteous bullshit. It was all pretentious crap designed to place themselves above her mentally. Mr. Elliot, on the other hand, seemed to comprehend that maybe she enjoyed being a quiet video gamer. He himself was a quiet, newspaper reading man who did not speak much more than her in private. He got that she wasn't a quivering in fear softie with a heart of gold.

What he didn't get was that Gaz's mind was far ahead of her body. Her mind went places the average child's did not, as she realized after several rather vivid dreams. Mentally, she was way beyond her classmates and even her brother. She also lacked the fear of her giddy lovestruck classmates. Those idiots girls sat back and dreamt of being kissed and held, as if they were incapable of doing anything for their own damn selves! Whiners, all of them, acting as if they'd never have a chance at romance unless the guy picked the time, place and gesture. Well, Gaz's mental capability far exceeded theirs and she had her plan down in ten minutes flat.

They were just going to his car after finishing pizza. As per usual, he walked her to the car with one hand on her shoulder and a smile on his face. As usual, he leaned down to open her door for her-

And she grabbed him by his goofy sweatervest, and kissed him.

While his jaw dropped and his eyes went wide with utter and complete shock that a ten year old would even think of such a thing, Gaz mentally high fived herself. It didn't stop after the kiss ended, either. Gaz was determined not be a shy, 'oh, I wish my Prince Charming would come' girl. She kissed him at spontaneous, often inappropriate times, without any warning or words of love. She reveled in her ability to be in control, and adored his bright red blush once she had surprised him yet again. The physical sensations made her finally realize that there was an actual point to this romance bullshit everyone talked about so often.

Except she wasn't satisfied with kisses, much to Mr. Elliot's horror. She wanted more, wanted to ask questions no girl her age should ever have the bravery to ask, and had no problems with demanding outright what she wanted. But though he answered every question to the best of his ability, he never indulged her in any of her (stunning, scary, out of the blue) desires. The thought of it left him petrified, as if it would make him a pedophile to be yet another person to give into Gaz. And it would, technically. Gaz just didn't care.

She was too deep into lust.