Da Capo -Meeko Melodie
Meeko: Hi...here I am updating because I don't want to get started on my socials project...stupid socials project! Anyways, here you go!
Recap from last chapter:
"Shit," Kouji thought, startled at her sudden action, "what the fuck does she think she's doing?" This was only, what, the third time they had met and they hadn't even said ten sentences to each other. Ryo was right; this Jocelyn Clarkson here was one bitch.
End of Recap
Chapter 8: Sweet Revenge, or is it? Part 2
"What do you think you're doing?" Kouji muttered, though still kissing Jocelyn roughly on the neck. Jocelyn's lips, while moaning with pleasure, curled into a smile, a cold one. She said nothing and slipped one arm around his waist, the other taking off his shirt.
Kouji had no intention what so ever to do this, but he had to gain her trust, no matter what. But he made no action to remove her clothes just to indicate that he didn't want to do it, or he was hesitated to do it, because his mind was still on Izumi.
"Stupid brain," Kouji yelled mentally, caressing Jocelyn's body, although not willingly, "stop thinking about her! She's ancient history!" But deep inside his heart, Kouji knew that it was not true. He was just kidding himself.
By now, Jocelyn had taken off her school shirt, which wouldn't had made much difference anyways and she was crawling over Kouji on the bed when they both heard a noise.
"What the hell was that?" Kouji whispered, putting a stop to what they were doing and he was listening hard, ignoring the hot breathes from Jocelyn on his neck. Foot steps were coming from down the stairs, creaking. Ryo? Another student or maybe even worst, a teacher?
"Shit," Kouji muttered, scrambling up. Jocelyn lazily got off the bed and stood, unmoving.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" Kouji asked, imagining what a teacher would do to find a pair, nearly naked in a student dorm during class time. "Run for it!" But there was no way out other than the stairs and the footsteps were louder now.
Jocelyn shook her long sheet of silvery hair and unhurriedly hid under the bed, as if all she was doing right now was hide and seek. All too soon, the foot steps stopped at Kouji's door and knocked three times. Kouji, after making sure that Jocelyn was well hidden, trotted to the door.
Opening it, he found himself face to face with Ms. Goldsmith the grade twelve councilor.
"Erm..." Kouji stalled for time, scratching his hair and embarrassed at the absence of his shirt, "good afternoon, Ms. Goldsmith." He tried to smile but his muscles seemed to freeze from nervousness.
"Good afternoon, Kouji," she said kindly, though eyeing him with slight suspicion, "may I ask why you're not in class?" She stepped into his room, watching everything within her eyesight and spotted something peculiar.
"I have a serious headache," Kouji said weakly, "and I was about to get some rest."
"Hmm..." Ms. Goldsmith strolled towards Kouji's bed. Kouji's heart jumped a beat faster. She bent down and picked up, Kouji walked closer to get a better look.
"Oh shit," in Ms. Goldsmith's hand was a white uniform shirt, Jocelyn's uniform shirt, to be exact. Kouji was sweating badly now, his palms became clammy and he was hiding them from Ms. Goldsmith's view.
"If I'm not mistaken," Ms. Goldsmith started, glancing at Kouji with more suspicion every second, "this is not your shirt, nor is it your roommate's." The shirt was too slim for a guy who's in grade twelve.
"No," Kouji admitted. "Great," Kouji thought, grinding his teeth hard," now what am I suppose to say?" He decided to make things up.
"Then how do you explain this?" Ms. Goldsmith pushed on, almost glaring at Kouji. Kouji just felt like he could disappear into the ground and stay there.
"Erm..." instead, Kouji tried to think up things, "my...err...mom bought the wrong shirt when she's getting my uniform. She thought it was for boys." Kouji tried to act as innocent and cute as he could, " I was just about to throw it out."
"Oh man," Kouji punched himself inside, "that was such a stupid lie." But he couldn't come up with anything better.
"I see," Ms. Goldsmith said, looking at Kouji doubtfully, then she looked at the bed and suddenly asked, "then you wouldn't mind me looking under that bed of yours, would you?"
"Erm..." now Kouji was frantic, what was he suppose to say?
"I mean," Kouji said, "sure, Ms. Goldsmith, except, you know, there are lots of spider webs under there and I was trying to clean them up and all." He said all this really fast.
Ms. Goldsmith nodded. Kouji was relief but what Ms. Goldsmith did next almost make him swore out loud. She looked under his bed!
Meeko: Ta-da! Am I evil or am I evil? I wanted to continue to write but I like a cliffy better! Give me some comment and I'll update, although the next update will probably be next week at the earliest. Evil summer school! Don't blame me!
Meeko: Hi...here I am updating because I don't want to get started on my socials project...stupid socials project! Anyways, here you go!
Recap from last chapter:
"Shit," Kouji thought, startled at her sudden action, "what the fuck does she think she's doing?" This was only, what, the third time they had met and they hadn't even said ten sentences to each other. Ryo was right; this Jocelyn Clarkson here was one bitch.
End of Recap
Chapter 8: Sweet Revenge, or is it? Part 2
"What do you think you're doing?" Kouji muttered, though still kissing Jocelyn roughly on the neck. Jocelyn's lips, while moaning with pleasure, curled into a smile, a cold one. She said nothing and slipped one arm around his waist, the other taking off his shirt.
Kouji had no intention what so ever to do this, but he had to gain her trust, no matter what. But he made no action to remove her clothes just to indicate that he didn't want to do it, or he was hesitated to do it, because his mind was still on Izumi.
"Stupid brain," Kouji yelled mentally, caressing Jocelyn's body, although not willingly, "stop thinking about her! She's ancient history!" But deep inside his heart, Kouji knew that it was not true. He was just kidding himself.
By now, Jocelyn had taken off her school shirt, which wouldn't had made much difference anyways and she was crawling over Kouji on the bed when they both heard a noise.
"What the hell was that?" Kouji whispered, putting a stop to what they were doing and he was listening hard, ignoring the hot breathes from Jocelyn on his neck. Foot steps were coming from down the stairs, creaking. Ryo? Another student or maybe even worst, a teacher?
"Shit," Kouji muttered, scrambling up. Jocelyn lazily got off the bed and stood, unmoving.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" Kouji asked, imagining what a teacher would do to find a pair, nearly naked in a student dorm during class time. "Run for it!" But there was no way out other than the stairs and the footsteps were louder now.
Jocelyn shook her long sheet of silvery hair and unhurriedly hid under the bed, as if all she was doing right now was hide and seek. All too soon, the foot steps stopped at Kouji's door and knocked three times. Kouji, after making sure that Jocelyn was well hidden, trotted to the door.
Opening it, he found himself face to face with Ms. Goldsmith the grade twelve councilor.
"Erm..." Kouji stalled for time, scratching his hair and embarrassed at the absence of his shirt, "good afternoon, Ms. Goldsmith." He tried to smile but his muscles seemed to freeze from nervousness.
"Good afternoon, Kouji," she said kindly, though eyeing him with slight suspicion, "may I ask why you're not in class?" She stepped into his room, watching everything within her eyesight and spotted something peculiar.
"I have a serious headache," Kouji said weakly, "and I was about to get some rest."
"Hmm..." Ms. Goldsmith strolled towards Kouji's bed. Kouji's heart jumped a beat faster. She bent down and picked up, Kouji walked closer to get a better look.
"Oh shit," in Ms. Goldsmith's hand was a white uniform shirt, Jocelyn's uniform shirt, to be exact. Kouji was sweating badly now, his palms became clammy and he was hiding them from Ms. Goldsmith's view.
"If I'm not mistaken," Ms. Goldsmith started, glancing at Kouji with more suspicion every second, "this is not your shirt, nor is it your roommate's." The shirt was too slim for a guy who's in grade twelve.
"No," Kouji admitted. "Great," Kouji thought, grinding his teeth hard," now what am I suppose to say?" He decided to make things up.
"Then how do you explain this?" Ms. Goldsmith pushed on, almost glaring at Kouji. Kouji just felt like he could disappear into the ground and stay there.
"Erm..." instead, Kouji tried to think up things, "my...err...mom bought the wrong shirt when she's getting my uniform. She thought it was for boys." Kouji tried to act as innocent and cute as he could, " I was just about to throw it out."
"Oh man," Kouji punched himself inside, "that was such a stupid lie." But he couldn't come up with anything better.
"I see," Ms. Goldsmith said, looking at Kouji doubtfully, then she looked at the bed and suddenly asked, "then you wouldn't mind me looking under that bed of yours, would you?"
"Erm..." now Kouji was frantic, what was he suppose to say?
"I mean," Kouji said, "sure, Ms. Goldsmith, except, you know, there are lots of spider webs under there and I was trying to clean them up and all." He said all this really fast.
Ms. Goldsmith nodded. Kouji was relief but what Ms. Goldsmith did next almost make him swore out loud. She looked under his bed!
Meeko: Ta-da! Am I evil or am I evil? I wanted to continue to write but I like a cliffy better! Give me some comment and I'll update, although the next update will probably be next week at the earliest. Evil summer school! Don't blame me!