Nicole kneeled down and snatched up her book, opening it hid her face with it as Katie came into view. Puzzled, Katie eyed Nicole suspiciously, she was kneeling on the ground with her face hidden behind her book. "Er... Nicole? Is the book that interesting that you don't even bother walking into the room to read it?" she mumbled, still confused, as her head was full of bits of fluff and memories of blue eyes and math concepts.
Nicole peeked over the book's edge, and nodded silently, but got up and walked into the room, continuing to have her face behind the book. "So um... how was your tutor-session-thing?" Nicole asked as she sat on her bed and peeked oddly over the edge of her book.
Katie let out a great sigh, and flopped over onto her own bed, melting into a puddle of goo. "It was amazing."
Nicole rolled her eyes. "Why don't I think you're talking about polynomials."
Katie, safe and ecstatic on Cloud 11, didn't notice Nicole's less than enthusiasm. "OMGNicoleISawHisEyes!" Katie squeaked, everything slurring together. "ItWasWickedCool!"
Nicole blinked, jaw dropping along with the book, which fell with a 'plunk' onto the floor. She gaped with her red, swollen lips, mouthing words that didn't come to her throat. "No you didn't." she croaked in awe.
Katie, grinning dreamily, nodded. "Yes, I did." She bubbled, her voice choked with excitement.
If it was possible, Nicole's jaw dropped open a little wider. "But, how come he didn't..." she blustered, motioning laser beams shooting from her eyes wildly with her hands, adding a sound affect that sounded a lot like, 'Shhweeoosh' for good measure.
"Because he has these special shades (window shades!) in his room... so he can take his glasses off without going all-" Here Katie (affecting a how-could-you-not-know? sort of tone, because she could) attempted to re-create Nicole's wild gestures and amusing sound effects (she got the motions right, but her noise was more of a weeoooshh).
Nicole gasped again, mouth dropping a bit lower. "What color are they???"
"Blue!" Katie squeaked again, looking extraordinarily excited. "A really pretty blue..." Here Katie partially sat up, and tapped her temple knowingly at Nicole, calling up the best mental image she could of Scott right after he'd taken off the glasses.
After tapping into Katie's mind, Nicole smiled in the same dreamy fashion as Katie. "Aaawwww... he's so cute!" she sighed, fluttering her eyelashes teasingly in Katie's direction.
Katie sighed and lay down on her comforter, curling up into a comfy ball and continuing to grin like mad. "Yeah, AND after he was done going over the stuff that we've been doing in Math... he told me about himself. He had just a horrible childhood... but he turned out alright... so... yeah." she trailed off into a mushy gooey lovey-dovey mess. "So," Katie quickly changed the subject, "What's with the..." she motioned her lips, "It looks like you got in a fight with a vacuum cleaner."
Nicole's happy, he's-so-adorable look faded almost immediately, and she sighed, face a picture of mixed emotions. "Logan came by... I left my book at dinner and he decided to return it." Her voice lost whatever joyful or remotely happy quality, and was something of a monotone.
"And decided to return it with a kiss?" Katie offered, with a bit of a sinking feeling. Stupid Logan, playing with Nicole's affections.
"Yes, I suppose that was the basic gist." Nicole droned, her fingers coming up to brush her lips, "I must have left it at dinner, and he did that 'haha you are below me and therefore that gives me the right to make fun of you' thing... saying that the book was sketchy and that I was a bit young to be reading it blah blah blah... and then I told him that it was for English and he asked why we were reading it and I told him, because the teacher told us to. Then he went and pulled the "do you always do what you're told?' line and I tried to be firm, I said No. But he kissed me anyway! Ooh he's so..." she trailed off, the old anger failing to come into her voice. She only came off as sounding like an extremely confused Colie.
"Sexy? Manly? Demanding? Unable to follow the rules? Attempting to toy with your emotions to win your little dominance battle?" Katie offered ticking off things that Logan could be on her fingers.
Nicole made a muffled noise of protest. "But... arrrg..." She trailed off into incoherency.
"You find yourself enjoying it, don't you? You don't want to, but whenever you see him, you wonder if he'd going to kiss you again, and you want him to want to." Katie continued, quoting from the mental version of her 'Confusing Emotions for Dummies' book.
"No..." Nicole tried to protest. "No I do not want him to... to..."
"Stop?" Katie offered, blinking at Nicole knowingly.
"That's not what I was going to say..." Nicole said, looking away. "I don't want him to kiss me anymore... it's hard enough to... to..." She stuttered again.
"Be falling in love with him when you're not supposed to like him at all?" Katie offered again, smiling sympathetically. Poor Nicole. At least Katie's infatuatee had some sense of morals, and didn't like her back.
Nicole made a pained face. "I'm not falling in love with him; I'm just physically attracted to him! Seriously, do you think he gives me any reason to fall in love with his personality?" she said in a tone of extreme denial.
Katie raised a quizzical brow, "Well... no but... you have to admit... you do have some sort of feelings that come along with the physical attraction.." she prodded, trying to get Nicole to open up and admit her feelings before it was too late. She often made a habit of discovering her true feelings after said person she had feeling for gives up on her. But in this case, it would be better if said person would shrivel up and die rather than toy with Nicole's emotions in order to attempt to dig up his own then dump her.
"No... No I don't..." Nicole muttered, as though trying to convince herself.
Katie resisted the urge to sigh. Poor Nicole... it would be so much better for her emotional health if Logan just fell off a cliff or vanished for a month or two. Unfortunately, he was more likely to keep springing these torture-kisses on her every now and then, until he managed to get in her pants. And that was not an acceptable outcome. However much Nicole would enjoy it. Yes, Logan would seem to be the type to lurk around a girl and keep springing surprise torture kisses, as sorts of 'reminders' that they belong to him. Like a stalker. Only, he makes himself known to the world and everyone in it. "Nicole..."
"No no no. I DON'T!" Nicole burst, covering her ears.
Katie sighed and rolled her eyes at Nicole. Nicole was definitely the mature one, wasn't she? But, Katie couldn't help but pity her friend. It was one thing to have an infatuation for someone, especially the sort of person who would not put one in such a morally compromising situation, and entirely another to be stalked by a sexually motivated sketchy man in scary sideburns.
Katie shivered, if Logan was after her... she most definitely would tell someone. Unfortunately, Nicole was the type of person (somewhat like herself with her Math situation...) who didn't like to admit that she needed help. Not that Logan was stupid enough to actually physically force his way into Nicole's pants. He knew what she could do when she was extremely angry.
- - -
Scott, sitting at his desk idly, with nothing to really do but think (he wasn't in the mood for sleeping just yet), was rather surprised to find a small smile on his face. It had been absolute torture sitting so very close to her, close enough to reach out and touch her face, or even to have kissed her, if he had dared, but he'd enjoyed it.
The smile on his face broadened when he remembered the shocked look on Katie's face when he had begun to take his sunglasses off. The surprise that shone in her eyes when she looked into his, without the barrier of ruby crystal between them, the flattering blush that crept up her cheeks. He sighed in an almost melodramatic way.
She'd looked so cutely awkward standing there, trying not to stare. He traced a random shape on the wood of his desk with his finger, still smiling. Apparently she thought he looked nice with and without the glasses... and that was, for a rather obvious reason, extremely important to him. He heaved another sigh, nearly as melodramatic as before. It would be so much easier to deal with his feelings if only she wasn't such a good-looking, well-meaning, good person.
Scott groaned, hiding his face in his hands. Damn. These tutoring sessions were just going to make things worse! "I don't know if I can handle this for much longer..." he whispered into his hands. Yes, he had been handling it quite well until that night in her room... and that dream.
Granted, it still had been hard to deal with before that happened. There was a limit somewhere, and he sure hoped that he would be able to get this situation under control before he crossed the line and did something that he would regret. It's hard, trying to keep a lid on one's feelings, when the object of your affections is around all of the time. However, if he was to just simply avoid her it would be torture. The nagging voice at the back of his mind laughed at him very meanly, Women, can't live with them, can't live without them. Eh, Scottie?
Unfortunately, that nasty inner voice was entirely correct. He couldn't stand to be around her, but he couldn't stand to stay away either. Sighing entirely melodramatically this time, he got up to finally go to bed. He would dream of her, it was certain, but at least in dreams he didn't have to worry about losing his job if he touched her, even if they made things worse. Oh, things would be so much easier if she would simply do something terribly unlovable, but that wasn't going to happen.