A Heart Divided
A quest to tame a young rebel..
A rather attractive rebel...
But a rebel who refuses to be tamed...
Read on...
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Chapter One: Not Another One?!
His posture screamed defiance as the attractive young man stood with his legs spread apart and his arms crossed, in the school gym. He stood silently, and surveyed his handiwork: five groaning bodies lay on the ground before him, twitching now and then. He maintained his stance as the leader of the so called "Orange High Mafia" staggered upright and attempted to straighten his rumpled uniform. Then he touched his orange dyed hair.
"Ugh!! I'm bleeding! Look what you did to me!" he shrieked in a high- pitched voice. Gathering his dignity, the leader breathed in deeply and said, "I'll get you for this!" The rest of the Orange High Mafia managed to have themselves up, and gathered in a semi-circle around their seething leader.
"I'm this school's boss! I run things 'round here! Some new transferred scum like you can't just barge in here and do this!"
At this point, three girls strolled in, sniffing with disdain as they regarded the scene. Realizing that they were being totally ignored, they tsked and flicked their hair. And then another girl came in. She was obviously the leader of this group. With shiny, long black hair and big brown eyes, she was definitely not a sore sight, even with the school uniform. She had tailored her clothes, though. Her white blouse was more tight fitting, and her skirt was definitely a full six inches shorter than the usual length. She held a cup of coffee in her hand, and silently watched the fight as it progressed, many thoughts running through her mind.
The leader of the mafia gang slowly picked up a bat that was conveniently nearby. "You can't just put me outta commission, see. I'm KING." His lackeys stood dumbly until their leader's glare prompted them to say, "He's the king, the king." The stranger spoke for the first time, and it was revealed to be a husky, pleasing voice. "I really don't care about who rules this school or not. You attacked me, so I retaliated. Do what you will, I won't interfere."
Pan bit the rim of her cup as she heard the stranger's voice. Not only was he a total hunk, not only was he strong, but he had an amazing voice. Ooh...and that flowing purple hair!
"What?!" roared the incredulous leader, "Are you mocking me?" Thus said, he ran towards the calm outsider and jumped up into the air with his bat drawn high. Coolly, at the last minute, the stranger threw his lighter into the attacker's face. His aim flew straight and true. A second later, the leader was clutching his nose and whimpering, the bat forgotten, on the ground, and blood streamed freely.
At this sight, the outsider strangely averted his eyes. He turned to the rest of the Orange High Mafia and said, "Do not bother me again." With that, he strode to the exit, oblivious to the girls, who were tittering, and the boys, who were staring.
He's mine...was Pan's thought as she watched him go.
Somewhere else...
Marron desperately tried to concentrate on her work as the twins fought over the mini-flashlight.
"Gimme it!"
"No, why don't you?"
Finally, the distressed tutor slammed her book shut and shouted, "What's wrong with you? Do you have nothing better to do than to try to see what color my underwear is? You're my students!"
At this, the nerdy twins stopped their struggle and glared at her.
"You're but a student teacher yourself, Marron. Just because you're a senior in college doesn't mean you can boss us high school studs around. Be careful or you'll be fired!" replied the nerdier twin.
To make a long story short: She exploded...
"Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgh!!!!!"
A while later...
With her rather uncool clothes, her boring, shoulder length blonde hair, strange little nose and her slightly short height, Marron was no beauty, and she really didn't care. She didn't have such time for such trivial things. But, if you looked closely...she had beautiful, engaging eyes. A soft forget-me-not blue, they were her only endowment. They were now electric blue with anger, as the fired tutor stomped on home.
"Stupid perverted twins. My mom's gonna kill me." At this thought, her eyes turned pale with fear. Her mom was a ferocious type. Since her husband's death, Mrs. Chestnut had opened a small restaurant that was sufficient, but still left her and Marron quite poor. Because of this, Marron was forced to tutor bratty high school kids in order to pay for college. Thankfully, this was her last year...but it was still a long time. And now another job lost.
Marron took a deep breath when she came to her mom's restaurant. She quietly opened the door, and saw her mom chopping up some meat with a big, sharp knife. Silently (she hoped), the daughter closed the door behind her and was about to creep into her room, when..
Wooosh! Her mom had instantly turned and thrown a soup ladle at her. But Marron's fast reflexes made her lean to the side, so that the 'bullet' missed her. But the ladle bounced off the door, onto the low ceiling, and then onto poor Marron's head.
"Aw, mom...I'm sorry, alright? They just really pissed me off.."
"Another one? I told you to curb that anger of yours...now I have to find you another student!" Mrs. Chestnut's fiery blue eyes met Marron's soft ones, and then she sighed. "It's been so hard without your father...if only I had a capable daughter who didn't explode every time she was insulted.."
Marron sighed. The guilt trip. Worked every time. "Fine, mom. Give me another job...and I'll stick to it. Happy?"
Her mom beamed. "Just what I wanted to hear. Anyway, I knew this would happen, so I had a job ready. There's a rich friend of mine who needs a tutor for her son. A real hooligan, from what I heard, although Bulma tried again and again to discipline him. His father is a real ass, I guess."
"A hooligan? Come on, mom! I can't tame a thug!" Quelling under her mom's face, she said, "Ok, I'll do it. Just remember to make my tombstone nice when I'm dead."
"There's a dear..."
A quest to tame a young rebel..
A rather attractive rebel...
But a rebel who refuses to be tamed...
Read on...
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Chapter One: Not Another One?!
His posture screamed defiance as the attractive young man stood with his legs spread apart and his arms crossed, in the school gym. He stood silently, and surveyed his handiwork: five groaning bodies lay on the ground before him, twitching now and then. He maintained his stance as the leader of the so called "Orange High Mafia" staggered upright and attempted to straighten his rumpled uniform. Then he touched his orange dyed hair.
"Ugh!! I'm bleeding! Look what you did to me!" he shrieked in a high- pitched voice. Gathering his dignity, the leader breathed in deeply and said, "I'll get you for this!" The rest of the Orange High Mafia managed to have themselves up, and gathered in a semi-circle around their seething leader.
"I'm this school's boss! I run things 'round here! Some new transferred scum like you can't just barge in here and do this!"
At this point, three girls strolled in, sniffing with disdain as they regarded the scene. Realizing that they were being totally ignored, they tsked and flicked their hair. And then another girl came in. She was obviously the leader of this group. With shiny, long black hair and big brown eyes, she was definitely not a sore sight, even with the school uniform. She had tailored her clothes, though. Her white blouse was more tight fitting, and her skirt was definitely a full six inches shorter than the usual length. She held a cup of coffee in her hand, and silently watched the fight as it progressed, many thoughts running through her mind.
The leader of the mafia gang slowly picked up a bat that was conveniently nearby. "You can't just put me outta commission, see. I'm KING." His lackeys stood dumbly until their leader's glare prompted them to say, "He's the king, the king." The stranger spoke for the first time, and it was revealed to be a husky, pleasing voice. "I really don't care about who rules this school or not. You attacked me, so I retaliated. Do what you will, I won't interfere."
Pan bit the rim of her cup as she heard the stranger's voice. Not only was he a total hunk, not only was he strong, but he had an amazing voice. Ooh...and that flowing purple hair!
"What?!" roared the incredulous leader, "Are you mocking me?" Thus said, he ran towards the calm outsider and jumped up into the air with his bat drawn high. Coolly, at the last minute, the stranger threw his lighter into the attacker's face. His aim flew straight and true. A second later, the leader was clutching his nose and whimpering, the bat forgotten, on the ground, and blood streamed freely.
At this sight, the outsider strangely averted his eyes. He turned to the rest of the Orange High Mafia and said, "Do not bother me again." With that, he strode to the exit, oblivious to the girls, who were tittering, and the boys, who were staring.
He's mine...was Pan's thought as she watched him go.
Somewhere else...
Marron desperately tried to concentrate on her work as the twins fought over the mini-flashlight.
"Gimme it!"
"No, why don't you?"
Finally, the distressed tutor slammed her book shut and shouted, "What's wrong with you? Do you have nothing better to do than to try to see what color my underwear is? You're my students!"
At this, the nerdy twins stopped their struggle and glared at her.
"You're but a student teacher yourself, Marron. Just because you're a senior in college doesn't mean you can boss us high school studs around. Be careful or you'll be fired!" replied the nerdier twin.
To make a long story short: She exploded...
"Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgh!!!!!"
A while later...
With her rather uncool clothes, her boring, shoulder length blonde hair, strange little nose and her slightly short height, Marron was no beauty, and she really didn't care. She didn't have such time for such trivial things. But, if you looked closely...she had beautiful, engaging eyes. A soft forget-me-not blue, they were her only endowment. They were now electric blue with anger, as the fired tutor stomped on home.
"Stupid perverted twins. My mom's gonna kill me." At this thought, her eyes turned pale with fear. Her mom was a ferocious type. Since her husband's death, Mrs. Chestnut had opened a small restaurant that was sufficient, but still left her and Marron quite poor. Because of this, Marron was forced to tutor bratty high school kids in order to pay for college. Thankfully, this was her last year...but it was still a long time. And now another job lost.
Marron took a deep breath when she came to her mom's restaurant. She quietly opened the door, and saw her mom chopping up some meat with a big, sharp knife. Silently (she hoped), the daughter closed the door behind her and was about to creep into her room, when..
Wooosh! Her mom had instantly turned and thrown a soup ladle at her. But Marron's fast reflexes made her lean to the side, so that the 'bullet' missed her. But the ladle bounced off the door, onto the low ceiling, and then onto poor Marron's head.
"Aw, mom...I'm sorry, alright? They just really pissed me off.."
"Another one? I told you to curb that anger of yours...now I have to find you another student!" Mrs. Chestnut's fiery blue eyes met Marron's soft ones, and then she sighed. "It's been so hard without your father...if only I had a capable daughter who didn't explode every time she was insulted.."
Marron sighed. The guilt trip. Worked every time. "Fine, mom. Give me another job...and I'll stick to it. Happy?"
Her mom beamed. "Just what I wanted to hear. Anyway, I knew this would happen, so I had a job ready. There's a rich friend of mine who needs a tutor for her son. A real hooligan, from what I heard, although Bulma tried again and again to discipline him. His father is a real ass, I guess."
"A hooligan? Come on, mom! I can't tame a thug!" Quelling under her mom's face, she said, "Ok, I'll do it. Just remember to make my tombstone nice when I'm dead."
"There's a dear..."