"You looked depressed as a ditto." Coffee observed when I crashed into the chair next to her.
"I am," I said, feeling like shit.
Last night I came home from practice, Anna and Emily were talking. Emily ignored me as usual. Anna looked between us and didn't say much. That night, Anna and I talked a little during the night. I explained to her that she was a new student and her pleas have been answered. I questioned her reasoning behind requesting another student to live with us. She told me that the room was open and sometimes lonely when I went to class and went to complete my computer science online courses. Emily's room, as expected, was closed. Sometimes I heard her speaking to somebody when I stayed up at night. It was very faint mumbling, so I couldn't hear what she was saying. When we see each other, we usually ignore each other.
"I heard a new transfer student came," Coffee said, resting on her arms.
"Oh really?" I asked. "Who?"
"A gardevoir. I haven't picked up her name yet," Coffee said.
"Hm," I said, looking at the podium.
"You okay there?" She asked, concerned.
"Okay... I have a scenario and I need help," I said, honestly. "So don't assume it's happening."
"Okay?" She said.
"Do you have any ex's?" I asked.
"One. I haven't talked to him in a very long time though," she said. "Why?"
"So... what if he suddenly shows up and you found out he lives across your apartment. How would you feel?" I pressed.
"I would be pretty surprised..." she said, as confused as ever.
"Yeah, I get that. But would you try to be nice or mean to him," I clarified.
"Nice, of course," she said. I raised an eyebrow questionably.
"Why?" I asked.
"Holding grudges is a very childish thing to do," she said. "We already broke up properly, so there is no need to hate him."
"..."
"Did you break up with your girlfriend?" She said, slamming her hand on my desk.
"Woah! No, nothing like that," I said, raising my hands defensively.
"You better not cause my girlfriend any problems," Coffee said, pointing her mechanical pencil between my eyes.
"Jesus Christ, girls are so threatening," I said.
"You'd be surprised," Coffee said, leaning back into her chair.
I was sitting outside in the grass eating when I spotted Emily. I was about to go eat with her when I spotted her with other people. Within the group was two males, a gallade, another medicham, and a garchomp.
Two days in and she is already more popular than me, I thought. I finished up eating and threw out my trash. Hm... I guess I'll go to-
"Aiden!" I heard, feeling two arms wrap around my stomach. I was quite happy to hear this voice.
"Hi Lizelle," I said, as a lopunny hugged my waist. She stood back and put her paws on her hips. Lizelle was wearing a very cute shirt that was cut around her stomach, exposing a lot of her muscles. Her short (I mean very short) jeans complimented her outfit and bag that she carries around.
"You got so much taller since the summer!" She expressed, standing back to size me up.
"You saw me three days ago," I blushed.
"I know!" She said. "If you grow any taller you'll be taller than me,"
"Your still about five inches taller," I said as she patted my head. "How's your senior year?"
"Seniorities," she said, showing me the weight of her backpack. To my surprise, it was fairly light. "Doesn't mean I won't stop studying or working out."
"You have more abs than me," I sat, patting her stomach. She smirked.
"You know what else has more muscles?" She said, putting her paw on my chest and gently moved it downwards.
"Stop, there are other people around," I said, grabbing her arm.
"I love how embarrassed you get," she said, kissing my cheek.
"I don't," I complained. She laughed.
"Do you want to hang out after six?" She said, checking her clock. "I haven't even hung out with you in like a month."
"I'm good with that," I said. "Where should I meet you?"
"How about... the gardens at the Wilcon building?" She said. "We can go get dinner after."
I nodded. She smiled and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.
"Lizzy..." I said, pushing her off gently.
"Aww come on... you know that all the freshmen want to see more action right?" She said, pushing her chest against my mine.
"That would make it even weirder," I said, as she got off of me. Lizelle sighed.
"Well, I got to go. I'll see you tonight," she winked. I stared after her disappearing figure and snapped myself out of it. I noticed that Emily's group had turned their heads toward Lizelle after she left. Emily, in particular, looked pretty annoyed. They started to talk to each other. I wanted to eavesdrop on them, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
I grabbed my bag and headed to my next class as the clock strikes one o'clock.
"Yo, what's good?" I said to my friend. He was a sableeye that was called Hunter.
"Nothing much," He said, as he typed something on his computer. I glanced over at his screen to see multiple windows panned out as he was working on his latest project.
"Still trying to bypass the security log in of a game huh?" I said, unpacking my stuff. "Also, why do you keep wearing those sunglasses."
"Actually, they are glasses with polar lenses and their prescripted. So no, they aren't glasses," He said, glancing at me with his gemmed eyes. "And second, yes, I'm actually trying to base my bypass system on a game before trying it on other bigger projects. I figured out that if I can inject this script using another EXE file that I made directly onto the game, I could pretty much to bug out the whole system. Now I'm trying to modify the script for a remote access command, but this game system keeps crashing when I do it. So I don't really know what to do."
"You could ask the professor..." I said, looking at his scripts. "I also think this script is too long, maybe that's part of why. You could get rid of this whole chunk and replace it with a loop circuit to gain access."
"..." He stayed silent.
"Oh yeah, not only that but your gateway script over here is too brutal," I said, pointing at a part of his c99 Shell script. "It's actually going to trip up the anti-cheat system if you code it like this."
"Guys, you can do your scripting later." The teacher said to us. We both flinched and closed the window. Our class only consisted of five people in total, since computer science (specifically computer science protection) is rather rare on campus. We were mostly juniors and seniors. Most computer science majors people go for making things and creating algorithms to process things quicker. That's computer engineering, which I know a good amount of.
Hunter switched out the tabs and we started to work on our personal projects that we were assigned at the beginning of the year. I personally was learning more about virus protection software and the experimental use of them. I delt more specifically about the viruses which attack computers by encrypting personal files and deleting them as a ransom. I don't really know how to summarize things into a paragraph, but that's all I got.
"Get to work guys," the teacher said, while walking around.
After an hour of mind-boggling writing and programming. I stretched and yawned. I had already accomplished a lot today, which means I get to do things of my own tonight.
Wait... But I have to meet Lizelle though... I thought as I looked outside the window.
"Yo, it's break right now," Hunter said, nudging me. "Wanna go mess some shit up?"
"Bet," I said, going back to my computer to open up my IP targeter. We giggled as we both sent random pop-up commands to a random computer we targetted in the computer rooms. We busted out laughing when we heard somebody yell "nudes!" upstairs followed by a bunch of people running.
I'll just do it tomorrow night or something...
I was waiting in the garden about ten minutes earlier than our planned schedule. I was quietly sitting in the swinging chair when I saw Lizelle approach.
"You're on time," I said, smiling. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm always on time," she scoffed, grabbing my arm. I got up from my seat and we walked together.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"First, I wanted to check out the bookstore that recently opened. The rest is a secret though." She smiled.
"As long as neither of us gets in trouble, I'm alright with it," I said. She clutched my arms as we walked across the street. The campus was massive. It was located in a suburban place. It was approximately 619 acres with 125 buildings, making it probably one of the biggest schools in the area.
We both arrived in the antique-looking bookstore, which surprisingly looked really nice. It had a very old look to it, but it looked quite modern as well.
"Welcome," a man said. We both nodded respectfully and looked around.
"I didn't know you liked to read books," I said.
"Wow, way to insult me on a date," Lizelle scowled. I smiled and shook my head.
"You know I love you very much," I said, hugging her waist. "I wish you were a little shorter though, so then I could rest my head on yours."
"Ha, I hope so too," she said. "You'll keep growing."
"I wish," I said, releasing her from my grip. I looked at the displays that the bookstore had. I looked at the bean-bags that they had.
"You want one of those?"I asked Lizelle. She looked over to where I was pointing.
"Honestly, I would, but it won't fit in my place," she said thinking. I frowned and looked around. Something I could possibly get her...
A lucky charm necklace caught my eye. It wasn't made with diamonds or crystals. It had a very weird, yet pleasing, a design which I thought looked interesting. At the base of the necklace was a seal which was braided along with the necklace. It was the shape of a dolphin and a dragonfly together. I actually kind of want to get her this...
When she wasn't looking, I brought the necklace to the counter and purchased it. I had some spare cash I got from one of my jobs, so it was no big deal to purchase it. Lizelle came out of an aisle carrying two books and a feather pen.
"A feather pen?" I asked when she got to the checkout.
"It's for a friend of mine that writes a lot of literature," she said, giving the cashier her credit card. "It had a nice feel to it, so why not?"
"I didn't know you were so considerate," I teased. She stuck a tongue at me while the cashier gave her credit card back. We both headed outside after paying.
"Let's go to that place for dinner," she said, pointing at a small restaurant.
"Okay," I said. I opened the door for her to step through.
"Two please," she said to the waitress. I noticed that majority of the people in the restaurant are gangs of men. Uh... I nervously thought as they glanced at Lizelle. Some of them started to mumble things to each other, which made me even more nervous.
"This way please," The girl said, bringing us to a separate place near the window. As we past, they turned and mumbled something about a lopunny's ass. It annoyed me, not going to lie. I moved into the bench and sat down.
"Please don't mind our other customers," the girl apologized. "They are our normal customers and they cause a lot of problems."
I gave a brief nod and glanced at the menu.
"Is there anything you want?" Lizelle said, looking through the menu.
"Not really," I said, reaching over to touch her paw. "I really want you though,"
She blushed and looked away. I smirked.
"Shut up and order your food," she said, gripping my hand tighter.
"Will do," I said. Hm... I'll just get something cheap.
"Can I have this please?" I asked the waitress. She nodded and took Lizelle's order right after.
"How have you been doing?" Lizelle asked as she left.
"I've been okay, just doing my programming things," I said. "You?"
"Getting quite stressed out actually," she said. "You know how it is for the actors, it's a lot of work and classes. I'm afraid I won't get a job in that field though. I've got an audition coming soon and I just wanted to relax a little before I go to the audition."
"When is it?" I asked.
"On a Sunday. This Sunday," she said. "I mean, I don't think I'll get it. Oh god, what if I have to model for a porn magazine?"
"Oh please don't," I said.
"Why not?" She said, peering at me.
"Because it'll make your boyfriend very, very sad," I said, pouting. She bursted out laughing.
"Are you jealous that other men would be looking at your girlfriend?" Lizelle teased.
"Yes," I said, looking at her eyes. She stared at mine as well. "Did I ever tell you how much I love your eyes?"
"Too many times," she said, brushing my palm. "You didn't say too much about my ass though,"
"That's because I'm very polite," I said. "I don't love you just because of your features, you know."
She blushed and kissed my hand. She let go of them, allowing me to grab the tiny bag that I got from the bookstore and place it on the table.
"But in all seriousness, good luck," I said, pushing the bag towards her. She looked inside and took out the package. Carefully, she tore through the packaging and took the necklace out.
"Arceus," she said, looking at the design. "It's pretty," I mentally fist-pumped. "Did you get it at the bookstore?"
"I did," I said. "Handpicked it myself,"
She looked at me with love-filled eyes and put it on.
"How does it look?" she asked, self consciously.
"Anything I buy is pretty," I said, semi-arrogantly.
"Of course," she said.
The waitress arrived with our food. We both started to eat.
"We should come here more often," she sighed.
"Aren't you afraid of getting fatter?" I asked. She looked at me displeased.
"I'll trust that you'll make me lose some calories then," she said, rubbing my thigh.
"I'll make sure that you go to a psychiatrist," I said, brushing her hand away. She chuckled and waved at the waiter to give the bill. The boy quickly came over with the bill.
"I got it this time," She said, placing her credit card onto the tray. I tried to argue, but Lizelle glared at me to challenge her otherwise.
"Thanks, I'll pay you back next time," I said, as the boy went away.
"You don't have to," she waved me off.
"Of course I will," I said, as we both held hands together. We left shortly after when we got our bills paid. By then it has become quite dark.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To my apartment," she said, leading me to her building. "You know where I live right?"
"I know it's on the eighth floor," I offered.
"It's on the side facing the city." She said, pulling me into the elevator. "I'll show you,"
We both arrived in front of her door. She pulled out her keys and let me inside her apartment.
"You cleaned your apartment," I commented.
"Yeah, I cleared up all my stage things. I did rather find some interesting things after cleaning up," she said, lewdly.
"I'm not sure I like that," I said. I looked above her counter and found two pictures of us. One of the picture showed us kissing. It was taken by one of her friends as a joke, so I was surprised she still had it.
"Come here," Lizelle said, leading me to her patio. I stepped outside the cold atmosphere and gazed outside.
"The stars are pretty," I said, looking at the flashing lights. Lizelle rested her hands on mine. I squeezed it for the warm comfort.
"Remember when we first dated?" She said. I glanced at her smiling.
"I do," I said. "It wasn't my fault for making that guy mad,"
"I know. It's just that I found you interesting at the time." She said, resting her head against mine.
"I'm glad you made the right decision," I said, looking at the stars.
"I'm really glad I did," she said, hugging me harder. We didn't say anything for a while to enjoy the stars.
"Didn't you want to be an astronomer?" I asked. "Or a physicist?"
"I did," she said. "But I wanted to pursue something that I love, not something for money."
"That's quite admirable actually," I said, gently massaging her paw.
"Aw that's sweet," she smiled. "Didn't you want to be a programmer when you were a little?"
"I was a mix between a doctor, programmer, and engineer," I admitted.
"That's a big goal," Lizelle said. "But to be honest, even though you might be thinking otherwise, I know you can do it. I haven't met anybody as hard-working as you. It was only because of you that I became serious in my studies. During freshman year, I hung out with other people at parties, got knocked out and shit, did drugs. I would have continued to do so if I haven't met you."
"..."
"I remember when I first saw you with my previous 'boyfriend' how mad you got when you found out that he got me pregnant. I heard stories after I was expelled during the start of sophomore year. All I got from them was that you framed him for the drug dealing he has done. I heard how you somehow allowed the school to uncover his secret and how much other girls he fucked up. You even managed to convince the school to let me back. You got me out of so much trouble with my parents. You convinced them that I was a target, rather than somebody who was willing to go along with him."
"I mean-"
"Just understand that I have a lot of faith in you and that I hope you achieve your goals in life." She said, smiling. I didn't know what to say back, knowing that this topic was a very touchy topic. After a long moment of silence, I noticed that she shivered a little.
"Come on, let's go back," I said, hugging her. We went back into her apartment.
I was about to gently tell her that I was proud that she managed to change when she gently pushed me onto her bed and crawled on top of me. She leaned over and cupped my face.
"I love you," she whispered, allowing her nose to touch mine.
"I love you more," I whispered back. We began to make out furiously. I gasped for air when she forced me to tongue wrestle for long durations.
"Can't keep up, love?" She said, giggling.
"No..." I said, heavily breathing.
"Remember when you said you wanted to see me in a bunny costume?" She said, reaching under my shirt. She gently massaged my stomach.
"I don't," I denied. "I was under the influence of alcohol at the time, which doesn't count."
"Silly, whatever you say I will do," she said, tickling me.
"Ah! Stop!" I said, rolling away. Lizelle giggled and disappeared into her room. Oh my god, is she actually?
I heard some noise coming from the room. When Lizelle came out, my jaws dropped.
"It's a little small," she said, looking at herself. "This was probably a couple of years back." My eyes looked over every single detail. The small costume allowed the high cuts to go up to her waist. The leotard suited her extremely well. I blushed and looked away.
"I'm going to have a nose bleed," I said, laying back on my bed. "Where the hell did you get that?"
"A friend of mine made it as a joke when I was a sophomore," she said, climbing over me. I pulled her down to my face and kissed her.
"I love your costume," I breathed, flipping us over. My hands reached down to touch the latex fabric. "I didn't know you liked kinky shit,"
She smiled, "You think it looks cute on me right?"
"Cute is an understatement," I said, allowing my hands to glide over her breasts, over her stomach and down between her legs. I watched her expression as I touched every part of her. I finally moved my arms were on either side of her head, captivating her. She looked up at me with a predatory face. She slowly reached down to undo my pants.
"Show me what you do to a helpless bunny," she said, raising her hands above her head. I kissed her hard and admired her helpless state.
You can probably guess what happened.