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and I'm not sure about the rest yet. But I'll keep you posted, promise.
Connor's POV
I was working in the front when she walked in. I pretended not to notice her as I went about polishing the display cases and then I went about arranging books.
"You're doing it wrong," her voice floated over to me. I turned, ready to give her a piece of my mind, "You think you could do it better?" I snapped.
She looked at me, a bored look in her eye. "Yes, but I do enough of that. I just wanted to inform you."
I glared, before turning, "Well next time, keep your information to yourself," I told her hotly as I began shoving books into the bookcase.
She was quiet for a few moments, before she started to move around the shop. I kept an eye on her. Some of the stuff in this place was expensive and easily broken. But she moved around like a cat, graceful and sure. I watched as she picked up items and then put them down. Up and then down, up and the down. By the pattern of what she was looking at, she was looking for stuff about dreams.
"On the back wall, close to the windows, rows three through five have to deal with interpreting dreams," I called out. "If that's what you're looking for," I added as an after thought.
Oh I knew those rows well; I had combed them, and combed them thoroughly, trying to interpret my own dreams, they didn't help at all. But then again, I never got a chance to really look though them. The only times I did was when I was restocking and when I was along. I never wanted to see Wesley or my father thinking I was actually interested in that stuff. That was the last thing I needed them to think.
"I'm ready," she announced.
I stood and left the pile of books I was shelving and went to the register. "That all?" I asked gruffly. She nodded and I rang it up, being sure to include the 6% sales tax.
"Look, I bet we got off on the wrong foot. So I'm willing to give it a try if you are," she said once I handed her, her bag.
"Give what a try?" I asked.
"Being friends," she said, her eyebrow raised as if she was asking if I was really this thick headed.
"Why would I want to be friends with someone like you?" I sneered, walking back around the counter.
She turned, her eyes following my every move, "Oh I get it," she said, her hands on her hips.
"What's there to get?" I asked, back to re-shelving the books.
"You're mad that I beat you up," she said, walking closer to me.
"No I'm not," I rolled my eyes. "Why would I be mad about that? You didn't even bruise me. You just took me by surprise."
She laughed at that. "You want a rematch then, I'm more than happy to oblige."
I looked up, "Fine," I told her then led her to the middle of the shop, which was clear. She started to put up her hair and I sneered.
"Stop sneering you bleeding idiot, I highly doubt you want a mouthful of hair," she said hotly. "Poof," she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for me to hear.
I rolled my eyes, but stayed silent, sizing her up. That's what you did when you were about to spar. She was shorter than I was, so she may have the advantage on agility, but could she back everything up with power?
"Ready?" I asked, it came out a half whisper, a half hiss.
"Been ready," she said, tossing her head. The ends of her ponytail brushed the back of her neck as it swayed back and forth.
They started off slowly, circling one another. And then the attack came. A punch here blocked. Then a kick and block, it went about in a pattern. Finally they were back to circling one another, and then they stopped.
"Aww, don't stop on my account," a British drawl said, I recognized it as Wesley, but Gabriella turned and looked at him, as if she was studying him.
"Cheshire?" she asked, her head cocked to the side in question.
"Yes, how did you know?" Wesley asked in amazement.
"You're accent. It's a little fuzzy from being in the states, but I can still tell. I had a bunch of people from England living about up in Canada," she said. "I'm Gabriella by the way," she stuck out her hand, and Wesley took it. Obviously she charmed him, for no goo reason really.
"Wesley Wyndham-Pryce," Wesley shook her hand I felt the sudden urge to find the closest bucket and retch.
"Now for you," Gabriella turned towards me. "We got off on the wrong foot. So let's give it a god, at being friends," she held out her hand. I sniffed slightly, but I could feel Wesley's eyes on me, urging me to accept.
"Connor," I said gruffly, by that time Wesley has disappeared into the back. "Now I have a question for you, why do you find some kind of sick pleasure in letting people think your some kind of innocent person?"
She looked a me, a small smirk played upon her lips, "Because nobody expects it. Just like nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition" she blinked, "that's odd, nobody burst out into song after I said it. Damn." I looked at her, and she looked at me, "You think I'm nutters, don't you?" she said. I nodded, "Well, if I'm nutters, it better than being a poof."
"Do you have anything better to do than stand here and insult me?" I asked her, thoroughly annoyed with her. Why couldn't she just go away?
I'll giver her this, she tried to make it look like she was actually taking my question seriously, with chewing on her lip and everything, but she then began to smirk, "Yeah, pretty much. This is the most exciting thing in this god forsaken little hamlet."
I rolled my eyes, "Well aren't you the little thesaurus."
"Shut the bloody 'effin hell up," she shot me a dirty look before taking her book, which was till on the counter and stuffing it into her bag.
"Hey," I said softly "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry."
She blessed me with another icy scowl, "I just bet, now why don't you just get out of my way."
I did exactly the opposite; I blocked her from leaving. "What's with you. One second you're all snappy and good tempered with the verbal sparring and the next you're a frigid bitch queen."
She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath, "Look, just get out of my way, I don't want to talk about it."
I crossed my arms. "I don't think so. What's with you?"
"Look, I don't want to talk about it, okay!" she screamed at me, "Now get out of my way," she told me. I didn't budge. Which if you thought about it was really stupid of me, because I didn't see her fist coming, and I only realized she had hit me when I felt the pain in my left eye. This time I moved aside, "Thank you," she said to me, and left the shop.
I watched as the girl walked down the street. There was something about that girl that drew me to her. Maybe it was the fact she actually gave me a decent fight, or maybe it was the mystery that seemed to captivate and rest of the world around her, as well as myself. I would stick to her until I found out what her secret was; I was like that. My father says I'm like a dig with a bone, I don't let going until I decide I'm done. I don't know if that was a good thing or not.
"Gone already? Well that Gabriella certainly was a nice girl. I'm glad you're making friends with people like her, she'll be a good influence on you," Wesley said as he walked in.
I tried not to enact upon my urge to roll my eyes. Yeah, she was a nice girl all right, a nice girl who had a good right hook. Oh and she has that weird little personality thing too. Zero to full-blown bitch in less that thirty seconds, that must be some kind of record, right?
Yeah, that Gabriella was a nice girl. A bit strange maybe, with the quirky personality, a killer right hook, and an aura of mystery about her. I was a dog, and she was the bone, and I was not going to give up until I found out what her deal was, who she was. And maybe, just maybe, I'd find out who I was in the process.
Author's Note: Okay, you know how cool it was to wake up and find 12 frickin reviews in my mailbox? It was totally awesome, and then I got two more throughout the day, totally cool. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, you know? Okay, scary image I know, Pyro with the cuddley feeling in her tummy....but bear with me okay? I'd like to dedicate this to my friend Jen, who basically told me what would be oh-so cool to put in this chapter, she'll know what it is. If you want a say in the story, please IM me at Pyro Girl Scout on AIM or MSN message me at writerchick88@hotmail.com. I'll be happy to oblige, most of the time. Oh, and Gabriella's up next, there will be fun times a head, fun times! And it all has to do with a plot bunny my friend Neha unleashed upon me (thank you ever so much by the way). Oh, and a hint to what's after that....The Princess Bride, Mel Brooks films, and Monty Python are all up at bat.
Now there's an issue at hand that I want to clear up right now. The adults, they won't be meeting each other! Not unless you want to miss out on a very awesome plot bunny that has to deal with kidnappings, a little black book, and a coffee house. So there, and of course, that's next story, this one will be wrapping up soon, or so I think, all depends on how I feel. 17 chapters seems about right, but I could be totally wrong too.
Connor's POV
I was working in the front when she walked in. I pretended not to notice her as I went about polishing the display cases and then I went about arranging books.
"You're doing it wrong," her voice floated over to me. I turned, ready to give her a piece of my mind, "You think you could do it better?" I snapped.
She looked at me, a bored look in her eye. "Yes, but I do enough of that. I just wanted to inform you."
I glared, before turning, "Well next time, keep your information to yourself," I told her hotly as I began shoving books into the bookcase.
She was quiet for a few moments, before she started to move around the shop. I kept an eye on her. Some of the stuff in this place was expensive and easily broken. But she moved around like a cat, graceful and sure. I watched as she picked up items and then put them down. Up and then down, up and the down. By the pattern of what she was looking at, she was looking for stuff about dreams.
"On the back wall, close to the windows, rows three through five have to deal with interpreting dreams," I called out. "If that's what you're looking for," I added as an after thought.
Oh I knew those rows well; I had combed them, and combed them thoroughly, trying to interpret my own dreams, they didn't help at all. But then again, I never got a chance to really look though them. The only times I did was when I was restocking and when I was along. I never wanted to see Wesley or my father thinking I was actually interested in that stuff. That was the last thing I needed them to think.
"I'm ready," she announced.
I stood and left the pile of books I was shelving and went to the register. "That all?" I asked gruffly. She nodded and I rang it up, being sure to include the 6% sales tax.
"Look, I bet we got off on the wrong foot. So I'm willing to give it a try if you are," she said once I handed her, her bag.
"Give what a try?" I asked.
"Being friends," she said, her eyebrow raised as if she was asking if I was really this thick headed.
"Why would I want to be friends with someone like you?" I sneered, walking back around the counter.
She turned, her eyes following my every move, "Oh I get it," she said, her hands on her hips.
"What's there to get?" I asked, back to re-shelving the books.
"You're mad that I beat you up," she said, walking closer to me.
"No I'm not," I rolled my eyes. "Why would I be mad about that? You didn't even bruise me. You just took me by surprise."
She laughed at that. "You want a rematch then, I'm more than happy to oblige."
I looked up, "Fine," I told her then led her to the middle of the shop, which was clear. She started to put up her hair and I sneered.
"Stop sneering you bleeding idiot, I highly doubt you want a mouthful of hair," she said hotly. "Poof," she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for me to hear.
I rolled my eyes, but stayed silent, sizing her up. That's what you did when you were about to spar. She was shorter than I was, so she may have the advantage on agility, but could she back everything up with power?
"Ready?" I asked, it came out a half whisper, a half hiss.
"Been ready," she said, tossing her head. The ends of her ponytail brushed the back of her neck as it swayed back and forth.
They started off slowly, circling one another. And then the attack came. A punch here blocked. Then a kick and block, it went about in a pattern. Finally they were back to circling one another, and then they stopped.
"Aww, don't stop on my account," a British drawl said, I recognized it as Wesley, but Gabriella turned and looked at him, as if she was studying him.
"Cheshire?" she asked, her head cocked to the side in question.
"Yes, how did you know?" Wesley asked in amazement.
"You're accent. It's a little fuzzy from being in the states, but I can still tell. I had a bunch of people from England living about up in Canada," she said. "I'm Gabriella by the way," she stuck out her hand, and Wesley took it. Obviously she charmed him, for no goo reason really.
"Wesley Wyndham-Pryce," Wesley shook her hand I felt the sudden urge to find the closest bucket and retch.
"Now for you," Gabriella turned towards me. "We got off on the wrong foot. So let's give it a god, at being friends," she held out her hand. I sniffed slightly, but I could feel Wesley's eyes on me, urging me to accept.
"Connor," I said gruffly, by that time Wesley has disappeared into the back. "Now I have a question for you, why do you find some kind of sick pleasure in letting people think your some kind of innocent person?"
She looked a me, a small smirk played upon her lips, "Because nobody expects it. Just like nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition" she blinked, "that's odd, nobody burst out into song after I said it. Damn." I looked at her, and she looked at me, "You think I'm nutters, don't you?" she said. I nodded, "Well, if I'm nutters, it better than being a poof."
"Do you have anything better to do than stand here and insult me?" I asked her, thoroughly annoyed with her. Why couldn't she just go away?
I'll giver her this, she tried to make it look like she was actually taking my question seriously, with chewing on her lip and everything, but she then began to smirk, "Yeah, pretty much. This is the most exciting thing in this god forsaken little hamlet."
I rolled my eyes, "Well aren't you the little thesaurus."
"Shut the bloody 'effin hell up," she shot me a dirty look before taking her book, which was till on the counter and stuffing it into her bag.
"Hey," I said softly "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry."
She blessed me with another icy scowl, "I just bet, now why don't you just get out of my way."
I did exactly the opposite; I blocked her from leaving. "What's with you. One second you're all snappy and good tempered with the verbal sparring and the next you're a frigid bitch queen."
She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath, "Look, just get out of my way, I don't want to talk about it."
I crossed my arms. "I don't think so. What's with you?"
"Look, I don't want to talk about it, okay!" she screamed at me, "Now get out of my way," she told me. I didn't budge. Which if you thought about it was really stupid of me, because I didn't see her fist coming, and I only realized she had hit me when I felt the pain in my left eye. This time I moved aside, "Thank you," she said to me, and left the shop.
I watched as the girl walked down the street. There was something about that girl that drew me to her. Maybe it was the fact she actually gave me a decent fight, or maybe it was the mystery that seemed to captivate and rest of the world around her, as well as myself. I would stick to her until I found out what her secret was; I was like that. My father says I'm like a dig with a bone, I don't let going until I decide I'm done. I don't know if that was a good thing or not.
"Gone already? Well that Gabriella certainly was a nice girl. I'm glad you're making friends with people like her, she'll be a good influence on you," Wesley said as he walked in.
I tried not to enact upon my urge to roll my eyes. Yeah, she was a nice girl all right, a nice girl who had a good right hook. Oh and she has that weird little personality thing too. Zero to full-blown bitch in less that thirty seconds, that must be some kind of record, right?
Yeah, that Gabriella was a nice girl. A bit strange maybe, with the quirky personality, a killer right hook, and an aura of mystery about her. I was a dog, and she was the bone, and I was not going to give up until I found out what her deal was, who she was. And maybe, just maybe, I'd find out who I was in the process.
Author's Note: Okay, you know how cool it was to wake up and find 12 frickin reviews in my mailbox? It was totally awesome, and then I got two more throughout the day, totally cool. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, you know? Okay, scary image I know, Pyro with the cuddley feeling in her tummy....but bear with me okay? I'd like to dedicate this to my friend Jen, who basically told me what would be oh-so cool to put in this chapter, she'll know what it is. If you want a say in the story, please IM me at Pyro Girl Scout on AIM or MSN message me at writerchick88@hotmail.com. I'll be happy to oblige, most of the time. Oh, and Gabriella's up next, there will be fun times a head, fun times! And it all has to do with a plot bunny my friend Neha unleashed upon me (thank you ever so much by the way). Oh, and a hint to what's after that....The Princess Bride, Mel Brooks films, and Monty Python are all up at bat.
Now there's an issue at hand that I want to clear up right now. The adults, they won't be meeting each other! Not unless you want to miss out on a very awesome plot bunny that has to deal with kidnappings, a little black book, and a coffee house. So there, and of course, that's next story, this one will be wrapping up soon, or so I think, all depends on how I feel. 17 chapters seems about right, but I could be totally wrong too.
