CHAPTER REWRITEN! 1/17/09
So when I rewrote this, I accidently deleted the other chapter. SOO..
Ooh yesh. Yet another chapter full of fluff. Maybe more.. hint hint
I'd like to thank LiStEn To YoUr HeArT, once again, for giving me the thumbs up in what I'm about to put in the chappie. I wasn't sure if I should at first...
WARNING/NOTE/SOMETHING TO BE HAPPY ABOUT--- This chapter is verrry heated. It has so much heat I think it may be on fire! For those who don't like heat, don't read. Then again, this is rated T, so anyone who is reading this should be fine with it...
Wherefore Art Thou, Romeo?
This Isn't Me
The list of
who got the parts came out today.
Yumi of course had gotten
Juliet.
She was
surprised to see Ulrich had gotten Romeo though. And a little
angered by it.
Honestly, she didn't want to talk to him. Look at
him. Think about him. Especially act with him.
But if thats who got it, then that is who she had to work with.
She'd gotten
up earlier to go look at the list. As she was down in the commons
she'd seen William.
And lo and behold, he asked her to lunch.
Man, sometimes that guy was obsessed with her.
Since she couldn't think of a way out of it she had agreed, telling him she'd meet him in 30 minutes.
Now she was busy getting ready. She pulled on some black shorts and a light purple shirt, brushing through her hair once as she picked up the phone to call Aelita.
"Hello?"
"Hey
Aelita. Favor, I'm going to lunch with William to that restaurant
just down the street. Think you could come there and bail me
out?"
"Well.. I'm down in the commons with Jeremy.
We just got back from studying, and we met Ulrich and Odd here at the
play list. Congratulations by the way!"
"Thanks!
So.. You're with Ulrich.."
"Yes."
"Fine,
whatever. They can come as long as you get me out."
"Okay,
I'll be there!"
Yumi hung up. She suddenly had a strange feeling inside her stomach at Ulrich's name. The kiss at auditions... It felt so.. right.
She shook her head. No, Ulrich was not that type of man. She walked out to meet William.
Ulrich was
listening to Aelita's conversation over the phone. Yumi was with
William?
Why?
Since when?
Aelita hung the phone up. "Yumi is going to lunch with William and wants us to come."
Ulrich
nodded as the three around him began talking. He'd just seen; he was
Romeo.
And for some reason, all he could think about lately was
Yumi.
Her lips had felt so warm.. And the second he'd touched
her, sparks had gone flying through his mind.
What was wrong with him?
---Yumi's PoV---
I laughed at William's joke, glancing over at Aelita for some help. She had shown up with Ulrich and Jeremy about two minutes ago, and Odd apparently sprinted here, for he had made it around the same time as I did.
Back to me laughing. I wasn't really laughing at his joke. I was just trying to be polite. He had said something about a goose and a hippo.. Aelita looked back at me and shrugged, a tiny chuckle escaping her lips.
She didn't look happy. Her hand was holding her chin, and her lips were forming a thin line. Her eyes looked like they were about to close, and the light pink hair that fell on her shoulders was tousled and falling onto her face.
I looked around the table. Odd was still stuffing his face with the food he ordered.. And the food I ordered, and Aelita's left overs, and what was left of Jeremy's coke. I sighed, turning to Jeremy. He was next to Aelita, giving her sneaky side glances out of the corner of his eye. I knew he'd always liked her, she knew he liked her, and I also knew she liked him. What was keeping them from hooking up was beyond me..
Then I looked to my right (because William was sitting on my left) to see Ulrich giving William a death glare. If looks could kill, William would be screaming and gushing out blood right now..
"Yumi, what do you say we head to the park now?" The boy to my left asked. Ulrich suddenly turned his gaze to me, catching mine in the process. Once again, I could feel my face burn.
"Oh.. Yeah, that sounds.. Fun..," I said, in a false, cheery voice. It didn't seem to fool anyone unfortunately.
"She can't," Ulrich stated, grabbing my arm like he was about to start a tug-of-war fight.
"Why not?" William challenged, grabbing the other.
Yep, looks like they are going to play..
"Because, it's already 2:50, and we need to be in the drama room by 3:00."
"Don't make things up!"
"I'm not, it's true-"
"He's right. We need to be there for the play, see you!" With that, I took Ulrich's hand and ran out of the Cafe doors.
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"Phew, finally! I was getting tired of you laughing that annoying, 'trying-to-sound-like-I'm-really-entertained' laugh! God dammit, he gets on my nerves..," Ulrich said, as we slowed to a walk.
"I was getting tired of him. Good thing you made up that story about the drama class!" I said, still not looking at him. Maybe if I didn't look, I wouldn't blush again.
"I wasn't making it up. We really need to be there at three. Anyways, if you thought I was lying why did you grab my hand and take me out with you?"
I almost tripped on my feet. Why had I grabbed his hand and brought him? It's not like I though we really had to go..
Quick, make something up!
"Well, it made it more convincing. I mean, if you told him we needed to go, but only I went, he'd know we were lying," I shot him a look, only to find him staring at the spot where his -wait, our- hands were. Once again, I'll have to say it- Damn my slow reflexes!
---Ulrich's PoV---
Yumi was saying something about how it made it convincing, but I wasn't paying attention. I was too absorbed in the fact that she still hadn't let go of my hand. I could faintly hear her words stop, could feel her jerk her hand away.
But I took hold of it. Her small, petite, smooth hand fit perfectly with mine. I didn't want her to take it away. I looked up at her, her eyes were glazed, and looked like she was out of it, her hair was swaying slightly in the wind. Her lips were parted a little, probably in disbelief.
But it didn't matter to me whether it was open because she didn't like me holding onto her hand or because she was too shocked. All that mattered was that it looked like a perfect time to kiss her. I leaned forward, careful not to take her eyes away from our hands, and quickly placed my lips onto hers. She didn't protest, and I slowly let my tongue trace her bottom lip asking for permission in. She refused, quickly closing her mouth and pulling away.
"Yumi..," I whispered, tightening my grip on her hand.
"We need to go. This," she paused, looking me straight in the eye, "never happened. Got it?" She took her hand back.
"Yeah. I got it.."
The rest of the trip to drama room was her walking in front of me, while I lingered behind just enough so I could sneak some glances at her butt.
Don't ask me why, but suddenly it seemed to be calling me.. Blame it on the teenage hormones.
---Narrative PoV---
"It's so nice of you two to join us! Why don't you take your seats? They're the only two that are open."
Yumi walked past Mrs. K, head bent low as she apologized. Ulrich on the other hand walked past, giving her a defiant glare as he took the seat next to Yumi.
"Well, congratulations to everyone in this room. You have all been selected to take part in the school play! Now, as you might of already read, Yumi and Ulrich will be playing Juliet and Romeo, so give a round of applause to them!" The teacher said, giggling a bit and clapping.
Ulrich blinked in horror.
I'll never see her the same way again..
He had just seen Mrs. K's outfit, which consisted of a tight pink tank top, hot pink hooker heels, and a leather black skirt. As I've already mentioned, Mrs. K wasn't the.. Well, smallest woman you've ever seen. Which is probably an understatement..
The hour long introduction to the play finally came to an end. Yumi writing notes on everything, and Ulrich so haunted by the outfit that he couldn't even pay attention to her without wanting to hurl.
"You're dismissed. Ulrich, Yumi, please stay here for a while. I'd like to have a word with you."
The two teens who had just been asked to stay gave each other a questioning glance, as they sat down again. Mrs. K busied herself for about five minutes, until she finally walked over to them.
"I'm
very disappointed that you two were late on the first meeting. Now,
there's no need to explain, I understand how teenage minds think,"
She gave them a wink, to which the female it was directed to gulped,
and the male just shrugged and sank lower into his seat.
"But,
as a punishment, I'd like you two to clean up my room. I'll be back
in two hours, so hopefully
my
room will be squeaky by then!" She giggled again, clapping her
hands twice and skipping out of the room.
"Is she serious?" Ulrich hissed, looking around in dismay at the trash and clutter in the rather large room.
"Well, I suppose so. She wouldn't of told us a joke about it, now would she?" Yumi growled, trying to push the strange bubbly feeling in her stomach away. Ulrich was taken aback by the bit of harsh sarcasm.
"Don't get smart with me!" He said, standing and facing her. No one, especially her, ever got smart with him. He made sure of that.
"Or what, you'll punch me? Well go right ahead! Nothing is stopping you!" The Japanese girl bent down to pick up a piece of paper as the boy snuck up behind her.
"You really wanna know what I'm going to do?" He asked, grabbing hold of her hips. The girl froze, allowing Ulrich time to flip her around so he could see her face.
"Because you know, I could show you..," With that he descended, making contact with her lips. The boy held onto her, making sure she didn't pull away. He smiled as she kissed back seconds later, draping her arms around his neck.
He withdrew from the kiss, biting her lower lip as she ran her hands through his hair, wrapping a leg around him.
"I don't know about this..," Yumi whispered slowly, trying to conceal the whimpers she was holding back as his lips moved across her jawline and stopped beneath her ear.
"Shh..," The boy whispered, picking her up and sitting her on a desk. He chuckled as she quickly pressed her lips to his. Ulrich moved one hand into her dark hair, lightly grabbing a fistful before pushing to bring her face closer to his.
Yumi moaned quietly, yet her thoughts were screaming warnings to her. She didn't care. She felt like she was on fire.
Little by little, he could feel the girl's mouth open, and quickly took that as an invite as he slid in his tongue. Yumi gasped as he slid his hands down and under the back of her shirt, softly tickling her lower back.
"Ulrich,
no. We need to stop, we don't
like
each other!" She was trying. Really. So if she was sent to hell for
this, let it be known that she did try and stop it.
"Who says we
don't?" He asked, finally taking his lips off of her as he looked
her over carefully.
"We never
have!
How did we go from barely putting up with each other to you sitting
me on a table and licking all over me?"
"What's
wrong with it?" He asked, keeping eye contact with her as he
brought her hand to his lips and lightly kissed her
fingertips.
"Everything
is
wrong with it! I should be asking whats wrong with you!" She took
back her hand and used it to push off the table. She stood in front
of him, looking up daring him to move as she walked past him to the
door.
"Don't fight it, Yumi," He whispered, running to stand
in the door frame.
"I can't fight whats not there."
"But
it is there." He answered, shaking his head and closing his eyes,
trying to make it look like he was pointing out that she was denying
something.
"Is not!"
That made him chuckle, as he lifted
his head and caught her gaze, "Prove it."
"I-What? I don't have to prove anything to you!" She stomped her foot, letting out an angry growl. She wasn't liking this little game he was playing with her. Ulrich seemed to like the noise and smiled, only making Yumi's temper rise. "What the fuck is funny!" She growled. That word seemed to make matters even funnier for Ulrich, and he ended up using the door frame for support as he laughed.
"Just face it Yumi. I'm right," He regained his cool composure, but the sides of his mouth were twitching again.
"I never said I wanted to-" She let out another angry scream, as she run towards him. I swear I'm going to knock that stupid smirk off that gay bastards face!
"Woah now, don't be so forward!" He smiled again, grabbing her as she tried to tackle him. Wrapping his arms around her so that she couldn't move, he kissed her. Slowly he pulled the door behind him closed, flipping their position and pressing her against the wall. Funny, she says she doesn't want to, but why does she kiss back?
He didn't dwell on the thought long. "You know..I've... always thought... you were.. cute....... when you.. were angry," he teased in between kisses.
He moved his hands from her sides, to her legs, then onto her inner thigh. He crept his fingers up, until her hand slapped his arm, making him pull away. He chuckled.
She broke the kiss to take a breath and giggle, resting her head on his shoulder, but he didn't want to stop. The boy took advantage of her resting stage, her head arched back and off his body as he made his way down, nipping her neck and licking her collar bone.
How can I say I don't want to do this, but just let him do it? I'm acting like I like it.. Her brain didn't seem to function, but her body probably wouldn't of stopped even if it had told it to..
She lightly tugged on the bottom of his shirt. She felt him smile onto her neck, and she tugged harder. His lips moved back up the side of her neck, and he lightly bit her ear lobe. Yumi shivered as Ulrich's grip on her hips lightened as his thumbs reached down near the front of her body to slip underneath the hem of her shorts.
Yumi took her hands off his shirt and slide them beneath it. Her fingertips slid across his abs and up onto his chest. He moaned this time, catching her in a kiss as he forcefully pressed her hips to his. Now was her chance. Yumi wanted to pull his shirt off, but at the same time something was stopping her. The girl pushed it to the back of her mind as she brought her arms up and pulled his shirt off.
"Still think there's nothing??" Ulrich breathed, giving Yumi a devilish smile and grabbing hold of her shirt, slowly pulling it up. He stopped half way, grabbing her thighs and picking her up off the ground. Yumi yelped and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. Her legs gripped tighter around his waist as his hands slip from her thighs to her butt.
Every second this continued the fire inside of Yumi was growing, going out of control. She bit his lower lip before slowly pressing her lips to his again. It was a little trick she had learned; guys secretly love when they get kissed slowly.
Ulrich kept the pace as he walked towards a table, sitting her on it as he stood in front of her. He stopped the kiss to pull her shirt off.
She
ran her hand across his chest. He was too perfect. This was too
much. They hated each other, why was this happening? Why did his
kiss feel real? Did he like her? Did she like him?
Did he just
want in her pants?
Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his hand brush hair out of her face, then come back to rest on her cheek.
"What
are you thinking?" Ulrich asked, staring at her. Here she was,
almost naked, and he was actually looking her in the eyes.
"Why
are we doing thing? We hate each other."
He kept his hand on her face as he kissed her again. She felt his tongue slide in, as his arm wrapped around her back and pulled her closer to him. He pushed her back onto the table, as he crawled onto it. Once he was on, Yumi linked her hands into his shorts, pulling his body onto hers then flipping them so she was on top. Ulrich pulled away.
"Why
is that thing still on," Ulrich
joked, tilted his head towards her bra.
"Because thats where
it's going to stay," Yumi giggled, slapping him playfully on the
side as she descended. She couldn't seem to stop kissing him. He
was too good..
The brown-haired boy flipped her before she reached him. He was on his hands and knees, panting a little and staring at Yumi.
"What
about those?" He asked, glancing down at the shorts.
"Don't be
so perverted! Besides, all this is a little crazy. We just went
years hating each other, and now look how far we've gone! Anyway,
I'm planning on saving myself for the one," The girl stated,
putting her hands behind her head so he was directly above her.
"Not
close to as far as I have gone before, and I'm sure saving yourself
is a lie. You've gone farther," He chuckled, bringing one hand to
her stomach and barely pressing the tip of his middle finger under
her bra.
"I'll let you know that I'm clean, and have never done
anything," Yumi didn't look like she thought it was funny, so he
quit laughing. Although she was planning on saving herself, she had
to admit. She would do something if she felt it was the time..
"Well
then, there's a first time for everything, right? Even if it would
only be a first for you,"
He smiled, still balancing on one hand as he pushed his middle finger
up a little more. The beauty gasped, hitting it away and giggling
some. "And maybe," He leaned down so his face was right above
hers, "I am the one."
"Ulrich..,"
She whispered, reaching up and pushing a part of his hair out of his
face. She left her hand on his cheek, cupping it and shaking her
head.
"Trust me..," And with that his hand slipped down and
slipped into her panties as the other reached around to undo her bra.
"No, stop it. This is way too far," Yumi yelled pushing him off of her. It must've caught him off balance too, because he fell off the table and onto the floor, making the girl snicker. "Maybe it wasn't important for you, but it is for me."
"Ouch," Ulrich growled, remaining on the floor. Then he realized something, quickly flipping around onto his stomach as his face turned bright red. But from the way Yumi was still laughing, it looked like she'd already seen..
"Well,
well Ulrich. Someone
got a little too
excited!"
Now she was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe as she
tried to hold her bra in place.
"You know you wanted it," He
answered, quickly getting over his embarrassment and standing up.
"I'm pretty sure if I had wanted it, I would've gotten it. And that's just by the look of it!" Yumi was trying to hook her bra on again while laughing, and wasn't getting very far.
"Here,
let me help..," Ulrich walked over, taking hold of her hand and
placing it in her lap. Then he took the bra hook and snapped it into
place.
"Hey, you do
think about things other than sex!" The Japanese girl said as her
head fell slightly. If it was up to her, he wouldn't get to see her
blush.
"No, that's not it. I thought that if I hooked it up for you, you'd be so happy that I was nice to you and you'd unhook it again," He bent down, picked up his shirt and put it on. Then he took hold of one of one of the bra straps, playfully snapping it onto her back.
She inhaled sharply, looking up to yell; she didn't get a word out as his mouth met hers again. Both his hands cupped her face as before he pulled away to kiss her neck.
"This isn't over yet, Miss Yumi," He gave her a wink and his signature playboy smile, then walked out of the room. His head popped back around the corner of the door, "Oh yeah, just so I know for the play, do you think I kiss by the book?" Yumi snorted with laughter, making him smile, "I thought so."
He disappeared again, leaving the girl in a somewhat dazed state. She stood to walk out, then tripped on a book lying on the floor and fell to the ground.
"Hey,
we still have to clean!" Yumi growled, looking around the room. It
looked even dirtier that it had in the beginning, probably because of
them. She sighed, standing up and and putting her shirt on as she
began cleaning.
"He's right, this isn't
over.
I'm going to get him for leaving me to clean!" She thought out loud
to herself.
How did we get that far? Her mind played through the events that had just occurred. She'd never liked Ulrich before, besides when they had first met way back when. She still didn't like him.. And why did I let it get that far? She mentally slapped herself. No wonder there were rumors. Please dear God, please, if anyone saw what just happened, let them forget it! The last thing I need is people going around saying I like Ulrich Stern. Worse, they'd think I was a whore or something..
No. Not ever. Not in a million years would I like him. Well if I don't like him, why did I just do that? This isn't me..
Hmm.. I take it back. This chappie isn't that heated. Soo, once my friggin Internet starts working, I'll post this chapter! God I hate my Internet.. I mean, I finished writing this chapter March 13! GrrrrrRRRRrrrr I'm going to stab my Internet.. If that's possible.. o.O
Oh, and by the way, thanks to everyone that said the last chapter was long. I know it wasn't as long as some, but thanks! This one is okay, I guess..
.StArRy.
