Rating: T
Summary: He was no stranger to being laughed at... Part 7 of Eclipse series.
Warnings: language

Should Have Known

"Stop."

Laughter was one of the many banes of his existence. It was not something he was unaccustomed to, no, he knew it well. He was the embodiment of what a nerd was—glasses, pale, intellectual, and always top of his class. Sure, he had friends; few were true more wanted him to do their homework.

Stupid him, in his youth he thought that classified as 'friendship'. Those always ended in aches of embarrassment.

After having sex for the first time? Completely on a whim? Completely against his better judgment? There was no place for it then.

Kami, really, he had no idea what got into him. Never in all his life had he done something so… so… so stupid.

And to have the strange—because, really, that was what she was—burst out in laughter after discovering it was his first encounter?

It was irksome but… to see her smile—

the blank faces gradually became more visible, lips curled up with the bright lights about the two under a grand tree. The school girl reached out to the red robed—

—was a nice change of pace, just not when it was at him.

"Sorry," she finally gasped as she whipped a joyful tear away, "sorry. You weren't bad, but… jeez, what are you, a freshman?"

"No."

"Then why?"

'Never met the one' seemed way too lame and unfitting considering 'the one' was apparently a girl he only met a few days ago when she was on a bender. So a shrug had to service.

"Okay then," Akako mumble as she stepped up and off the bed to start to redress. Was this normal procedure for her? No. Not really. Out of character? No. Not really. Did she regret it? No. Not at all.

"So," Jakobe summoned up the courage to say with a clear of his throat. "Should we… exchange numbers?"

A lopsided smirk lifted her lips, "no need to act like a gentleman, I don't care."

"I'm not acting."

"Wanna bet?"

His brows bent together at that, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"Consider that a free fuck, no charge, no strings attached, don't worry about a thing."

"But—"

"But nothing," she stated as she hocked on her bra and slid on some shorts, "we don't know each other. We don't need to."

A dry laugh proceeded a, "I should have known you were this type of girl."