Chapter 6:

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"So she keeps showing up everywhere, it seems," Joe explained the story of the 'Mysterious Blonde' for James and Beatrice. They walked together down the corridors of Spenser academy, heading down to meet Glenn at his dorm room. "She knows about us too. I can't let her go in my head."

"Why—you like her?" James asked with a mocking smile, just to get on his friend's nerves. Beatrice gave him a threatening sock in the shoulder to make him behave.

Joe furrowed his bow and shook his head.

"Don't be stupid. It's more like a nagging issue that is begging to be addressed, but I just can't figure it out."

"Is she pretty?" James pressed. Beatrice laughed, but seemed interesting in the answer.

"Shut it, Jimmy, it's not like that."

"So that's a 'yes'?"

Joe shot him a look that warned him not to say another word on the subject, or else he'd suffer the consequences.

"That's definitely a 'yes'," Beatrice said decidedly.

"Yeah, I'm thinking the same," James confirmed.

They turned the corner, and James immediately let out a 'whoa!' at the sight on the other side. Wayne was attacking a girl's face with his mouth, plastering her to his wooden dorm door with every inch of his front side. Her face was cupped in his hands; his skill quite obvious from years of practice.

At the sound of James's sudden exclamation, he broke away from the blonde girl, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and face them with his usual grin. Beatrice frowned at the sight, looking repulsed by his incorrigible behavior.

"Heya fellahs," he said casually. "We still on for dinner?"

"As far as we know…" James replied. "But it looks like you've already had it."

"You could introduce me, you know…" the blonde girl added snottily. James noticed her scan Beatrice up and down, probably wondering why the beautiful girl was here and if she was a viable threat. Now that James could properly see the blonde's face, he recognized her as one of the newer students, came from money, hung out with the bitchy sluts of the school.

"Sure," Wayne said agreeably. "Guys, this is…"

The girl put her hand on her hip as he hesitated. His expression appeared as if his mind was working overtime trying to search through the many files of girl's names he had logged away. He ran his fingers through his hair and bit his lip in thought. Beatrice rolled her eyes and set them elsewhere.

"Jezebel!" he finally came up with. "This is Jezebel."

The girl seemed satisfied with the answer, and let her arms down again. James and Joe nodded in her direction, not feeling a need to be polite since she probably wasn't going to be hanging around Wayne for very long, knowing him and how he moved on rather quickly.

"I gotta go with the boys, baby," Wayne said, kissing her on her jaw line and scooting her aside in order to open the door to his room. "You go do what you gotta do."

"Alright. Call me later," she said as she walked off down the hall.

Beatrice snickered her disbelief and waited until she was beyond earshot before muttering:

"Fat chance, sister."

"I concur," Wayne said as he set his door keys down on his desk and grabbed his leather biker jacket in preparation for the night's races, along with leather fingerless gloves and his special-order boots with chainmail on the toes and chains for laces.

"I love blondes, but Jezzy's way too high-maintenance," he finished. "Besides, I'm saving myself for Bee."

"It's a couple hundred girls too late for that, Wayne," she retorted under her breath.

"Have you seen Sims?" James asked.

"Last I heard he was in the library," Wayne replied. "Said to go on without him and he'd catch up later."

"I'm going to have to do the same, actually," James said with a smile.

Wayne looked up at his friend, immediately sensing what caused that broad grin to appear on James's face.

"Don't tell me you finally asked Evelyn?"

"I'm picking her up at eight," James verified it with a happy nod.

"OOHH!" Wayne cried like an elderly woman, grabbing James into a headlock and messing up his hair. "My little Jimmy-boy is growing up!"

Joe laughed at his antics, but did nothing to help James.

"Hey, I'm older than you!" James argued with Wayne, pursing his lips together to keep from going red.

"That may be," Wayne settled. "But I'm bigger and I can kick your ass to next Tuesday, so don't get smart with me."

"Okay, enough," James said as he shoved Wayne away. "I'll see you later."

"Me too," Joe added on as James left. "I'm going to take a quick swim to drown my sorrows. I'll be there in time for the races."

"If you're all leaving, then I am too," Beatrice said firmly. "I'm not staying alone with that."

She jerked her thumb over her shoulder to motion at Wayne.

"I'll be ten minutes," Joe promised. "You won't get to go otherwise, because he won't wait up for you."

"Damn right," Wayne confirmed with a nod.

Bee sighed, weighing her options.

"Ten minutes, Joe," she said as if it were a threat. He nodded and left immediately.

Beatrice sat down on Glenn's bed with a huff and drummed her fingers on her knee impatiently. Wayne stood motionless, staring at her with a large smile.

"Shut up," she ordered.

"But I haven't said any--"

"Isaidshuddup!" she shouted all in one word.

He obeyed agreeably, go about his business in the room but still staring at her all the while.

"And wipe that silly grin off your face," she commanded.

"Yes, my love," he said as he stifled his smile with a mere smirk instead.

"And don't call me that."

"Hey, don't take your mad hot jealousy out on me…"

Beatrice almost choked on her disbelief.

"Jealousy? You have some nerve. I wouldn't be jealous of that tramp if you and her were the last humans on this planet, and do you know why? Because she's dating you."

"Getting feisty again, aren't we?" Wayne said approvingly. "Shall I bring out some candles and turn out the lights?"

"You wish."

"Of course I do. Forget the races-- all that anger built up inside you, I figure we'll be in for a long night ahead."

"Ugh!" Beatrice said, jumping to her feet in disgust, advancing on Wayne furiously. "That's all I'm good for, isn't it, Wayne? A nice little slumber party, maybe in your room, or my room--"

"--Or in a tree…" Wayne interrupted. "With you, babe, I wouldn't really care."

Beatrice scowled, closing her eyes and shaking her head as if in attempts to suppress her rage within, lest she kill the boy.

"And you wonder why I don't date you…"

"Day an' night, my love."

"Don't call me that!"

"What would you have me call you? Doll? Baby? Honey? Puddin'? I have a few more in mind, but they aren't quite as clean."

"What am I going to DO with you?" Beatrice yelled.

"You know, I have a list for that too, but I seemed to have left it in my other pants."

That's when Beatrice attacked, lunging and punching and getting forceful contact wherever she could manage. It took Wayne a few moments, but he finally caught her hands out of the air to keep them from causing him any more pain, and tried to get her to calm down. She screamed and hollered but nothing in real sentences, calling out obscenities and trying to yank herself free, but ended up tripping them both onto the floor.

"Get off me!" she yelled.

He considered it, looking down at her underneath him, then glanced downward to the spot where his hips rested on hers.

"Oooh, I like this position," he decided.

"I'll yell rape—don't you think I won't!"

Wayne leaned close to her face, and smiled that wide smile he always did.

"Go ahead," he dared.

"I'll neuter you…" she threatened again. She grew red from her enormous anger welling inside her.

"But you might need that part of me later on."

"Highly doubtful. You can get off now."

Wayne shifted a bit on her to get more comfortable, and Beatrice was getting tired of the weight on her stomach, hindering her breathing.

"This is a rare situation..." Wayne said thoughtfully. "One that must not be squandered..."

"Wayne, this is your last warning…"

He seemed to dawn on an idea.

"Give us a kiss, and I will."

"In your dreams."

"Ah, but my dreams don't involve just kissing…"

"Are you going to shut up or am I going to have to help you?"

"No, I think you're going to have to help me with that one, babe."

He pointed to his lips, and puckered up for her in his most annoying way. She sighed loudly in distaste, rolling her eyes quite obviously. She took several moments to psyche herself up for it.

"I'm not in a hurry-- take your time," he said, glancing down at her chest. "I could hang out on you all day--."

Wayne was cut off when Beatrice's lips crashed onto his, in an almost violent kiss that was over all too quickly. She broke off with an angry snort when she felt his tongue trying to enter her mouth, and tried to push him away before he came back for seconds.

"You're getting closer… but in my dream, we were naked…"

"Get… off… NOW," she commanded shortly. Wayne snapped out of his sudden trance, and moved to climb off.

"Hey," he said agreeably. "A deal's a deal."

She grabbed her bag off of Glenn's bed and headed for the door in wide, infuriated steps.

"I'll find my own ride to the races, you horny bastard," she snapped on her way through the door, utterly grossed out.

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Glenn scanned his eyes over the shelf of books in the library, searching hard in his research for World History class. So far, his search had been quite successful, but being the over-achiever that he was, he wasn't satisfied until he made sure he had gone through every scrap of information on the subject.

That is, until he saw a pair of big blue eyes peering through the books in section 'J'.

"Rosalind?" he guessed. She immediately put a finger to her lips.

"I'm trying to hide from Damien," she explained. "I don't want to go to those stupid races, so I'm staying in the one place he will never dare venture."

Glenn snickered at this, and took of his reading glass to look at her properly.

"How long are you going to stay?" he asked in a whisper.

"As long as it takes, I suppose," she giggled cutely. "Are you going to those awful races?"

Glenn straightened up, and lied through his teeth.

"Oh, no, of course not... Awful, those races…"

Her eyes then moved out of sight, and Glenn grew confused, taking out the books to see better through the shelf.

"Rosie?" he hissed. "Rosie?"

"Up for a game of cards?" she said from behind him, flicking the tip of the deck intimidatingly. Glenn felt that familiar pang of guilt for even considering staying to play cards with Damien Roth's girlfriend. He felt bad just to even be this close to her. Still, she had a point of Damien never venturing into here, so he relaxed a bit. It was just cards, after all…

"I only know 'Go Fish'," he confessed.

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Alright, we'll get to the races next chapter. Please review.
Signed,
--RedRogue