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Euphrosyne's Fic III – 03
.:Bastard Academy:.
Pressing her against the locker, Johnny took her hand in his before leaning in for a kiss.
Scarlett giggled. "Stop. Go take a shower. You just had practice." She broke from his grasp, pushing his back towards the stalls.
"Everyone's gone. It's just you and me. What, Scarlett, you worried about getting caught?" He was about to initiate a tickle fest.
"No, ep! Sh…shush! Did you hear that?" They were standing right in front of the locker-room doors. "Someone's advancing from the outside. Duck!"
The footsteps in the hall got louder before they heard any voices.
"So, Garland? What do you think? I tried to innovate all the elements of art into this one. Plot, speed, rhythm. It's got it all!"
Johnny made a dash at the name. Scarlett held him in spot. "Shh! Don't make it any more obvious! He doesn't have practice today. Garland's not gonna come in. Just don't move."
Enrique began jumping in eager wait for the critique.
"A song fic? Seriously, Enrique, what could be more plausible than to have a 45 year old character listen to the latest crappy song from some flavor of the month boy band and muse on how it really captures the essence of his romantic situation? Sure he's your father's age, but that's no real reason to assume he doesn't have the same taste in music as a 14 year old girl. Remember, song lyrics are a fine substitute for dialogue, action, and plot."
Johnny rolled his eyes, mocking chatterbox movements with his hands. The Asian slapped him to hush.
"…You don't like it then? What should I change? Was it the bit with the butterfly?" There was a sigh as the older boy began to explain in plainer words. The voices dimmed as they turned the corner.
"Your brother's gonna dissect me like that too, isn't he?" teased the redhead. Johnny stopped however, when he saw Scarlett, frozen in place. "Hey, you alright?"
She continued looking off into space. "Do you know how much trouble I could've gotten into if I were caught?"
"…if I were caught…" That sort of stung. "Baby, relax."
"No, Johnny. I'm really scared. You know how my brother feels about you."
"Hey." He steadied her by the arms, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "When we began, we said we weren't gonna do anything if either of us felt we weren't ready. If this relationship gets too weird, than it's over. We agreed upon that, and I'm keeping my word." She nodded. "Now," he took a deep breath, more to reassure himself, "I'm gonna go shower. We still up for ice-cream?"
Scarlett slowly forced a smile. "Yeah…yeah, we are. That was a good game. You deserve a reward."
He pushed back her hair. "I'll meet you by the gym then?"
"Sure…you bet. My treat."
Johnny laughed, "Your treat now, eh? That's why I love you."
Meeting him for a peck, the girl gave him a light squeeze before heading out the door.
Taking in a moment before sitting himself on the bench, Johnny sighed. He couldn't make things out anymore. It was getting harder by the day…
Was it suppose to be like this…?
Balancing the stack of books on the water fountain, Rye rose a hand towards the yellow piece of paper clamped between her lips. Folding it in half against her knee, she carefully tucked it into her pocket.
It was ten o'clock, the recommended back-to-dorm time, and though hesitant, the librarian had held the doors open a few minutes longer for her. Rye was determined on finding that book. She doubt that lazy scum, Tala was gonna do anything for their project.
Walking directly towards the headmaster's office from her studies, she was slightly surprised to find the lights still on. The secretary had left minutes upon her arrival, but like every year around this time, Rye came for another reason- Mr. Valkov's signature on the yellow slip, a form that would withdraw her from Parent's Night, yet still granting her permission to leaving school grounds for the weekend.
"Ms. Lovett won't be joining us again this year?" His voice was slow and hoarse with age.
"Mother is in Rome right now. She claims she needs to finalize the shoots for the ads before marketing can really dig in. The crew is paid by the hour and the leads are being divas. Doesn't make the movie less of a hit nonetheless."
Leaning back to examine the girl's expression, the headmaster was more or less use to her dry tone. He never doubted her ability to recite events to the dot. "I really would like to speak with your mother again, just once. You are graduating this year."
"My marks are fine."
"This isn't about marks, Miss Leigh."
Digging her nails into the foot of her skirt, Rye looked away.
Sighing at her response, the graying man opened a folder and removed a paperclip before flipping the page. "When your mother first brought you here, we were told to focus on improving your behavior, your interaction with others."
"Mother is only concerned with my 'safety,', taking me out of classes to pose for ridiculous pictures of me leaving schools in Scotland. You want to talk to her? It's a pretty long wait with her publicists."
Mr. Valkov was silent.
"I think we both know she's less than concerned for my well-bring. One of us just hasn't accepted that fact yet." Rye pushed the yellow slip closer.
Laying out the pros and cons, the headmaster signed the sheet.
"Thank you, sir. This really was a nice chat. Do have a good night." Picking up the books, Rye stood and left.
Friday, Parent's Night, would be spent at some boring business premiere, while leaving the next morning to spend time with her grandfather at the estates. That, she was looking forward to. If all went well, she would get a lift from Allain back to Rene, spending Sunday with B before the herds returned the night of.
Simple schedule really. A nice stab to the heart before fun fun.
Lunging towards her dorm door, Rye balanced the weight on her knee before fumbling with the keys, tucking the books under her chin, she steadied herself against the door before turning the knob with her hand. Her back guided her into the room.
"Oh, Tala, yes yes! Right there. Oh…oh…oh, ohmygod! Rye! What are you doing back so early?" Ming Ming bounced out of bed, taking the bed sheet with her.
"Ming Ming! What, what are you doing? Jebus! Leave the bed sheet behind!" Within the turmoil, Rye turned her back on the scene, books flying in all directions. Squeezing her eyes shut with embarrassment, she debated whether speech would break the ice. "Could you not leave a sign? Do. Not. Disturb. Pretty simple. Hang an elastic on the knob or something, whatever people do when they're having mad sex with the school ass!" Bending down, she began stacking the books, focusing her attention on the titles and what they would look like if they had been written in Greek.
"Sorry baby." Rye heard kissing. "I'm gonna go take a shower. I'll be right back." The door slammed shut.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, Tala advanced towards the kneeling gal, stretching his arms while yawning. "You know, you don't appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get older. Little things like being spanked by a middle aged woman. Stuff you'd pay good money for in later life."
Rye dropped her jaw. "That's disgusting."
"Oh right. My bad. You're still a virgin."
"Shut up, Tala." There was an emphasis on each word.
"Relax. I believe sex is the most beautiful thing between two people. Between five? It's fantastic!"
"Arg!" The girl stood to her feet, stack of books blocking contact.
"What? Jeez. Never seen a guy naked before?"
"I've seen guys naked. There was that time by the pool, Brooklyn was half-" She paused, cheeks reddening as she realized what Tala probably heard.
"Aw." The boy took a step forward. Rye took a step back. Before she even registered what her next move would be, a slick wisp of wind sliced through the air as Tala whipped his towel off.
"Gahhhhh, my eyes!" Rye charged towards the boy, ramming him over with the books before releasing. Pivoting, she quickly grabbed her blanket off the bed, smothering her face with it before running aimlessly out the door and down the hall.
Sitting up, Tala placed a hand on his skull before opening his eyes. He gathered the books. It was so like her to spend the day at the library working on their project. That was exactly why he decided to get it on with Ming Ming in the first place. Who knew she would be back so soon. Ohwell, what's bygone, is bygone. The redhead chuckled. Who was he kidding. This was hilarious! He couldn't wait to tell the others.
"Hmm. Cute kid." He placed the books by her bed.
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Brooklyn paced towards the door. "Who is it?" Thank god Garland was at his competition, he could have blown a gasket with visitors at this time.
He turned the knob. "Whoa!" A blanketed creature greeted him.
"Are your clothes on?"
"…R-Rye?"
The girl slowly nodded before pulling the sheet off her head. "I'm gonna stay with you tonight." A little shaken, she walked under the arm propping the door open. "I saw Tala's ding-a-ling. I warn you. I'm gonna be up all night questioning where I went wrong."
"Oii." He shook his head. "This might take longer than one night."
Not really understanding the traumatized look on his friend's face, Brooklyn squinted before ushering her in.
The long blanket trailed slowly behind.
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