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Post by Blank ♪ on Dec 19, 2009 11:22:56 GMT -5
Anya had left the art room a mess. No, not physically; mentally. Her head was in a jumble and she could still feel that kiss. that kiss... She shook her head exasperatedly and hurriedly walked into biology class. She sat down at her normal desk off to the side and waited for the teacher to begin class.
Two guys sitting next to her were fooling around, she could see out of the corner of her eye, with an eraser or something. She mentally rolled her eyes. But then one of them turned to her and pointed at her face, "WHAT'S ON YOUR FACE!?" He said obnoxiously, laughing. She dabbed at whatever it was the ignorant airhead was pointing at and looking at her fingers she almost gasped aloud.
It was Benigno's blood...
She very quickly got up and walked into the girls bathroom near by, not ever bothering to get a pass or anything. She walked up to a mirror hanging over a sing on the wall and saw a smear of red blood on her upper lip. And then she did something very strange. Instead of using water to clean it off, she licked her lip...
And she felt a small explosion in her mouth. it tasted...good. Ew. No, yum. She thought. She shook her head once again and, double checking for any more blood, walked out of the bathroom.
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Post by Kenneth Garrett Fortuyn on Dec 19, 2009 18:39:54 GMT -5
... Right into Benigno.
He was on his way to the bathroom, as well, to clean up his shaving ni-- umm... CUT.
Focused on making sure no one saw his bloody mess of a face, he hadn't watched out for what was right in front of him. He hadn't realized Anya was there until he walked right into her as she left the girls' bathroom.
Benigno was about to turn and yell at the person to watch where they were going when he realized who it was...
He almost swore in shock. That last thing he needed was to replay the events leading up to this moment in his mind. Which was exactly what happened.
He stood, speechless, before shaking himself to his senses.
"L-- Anya!"
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Post by Blank ♪ on Dec 21, 2009 19:07:10 GMT -5
Anya was so startled when she looked up into Benigno's face she froze 100% solid. And, on cue, those tingly heat waves wiggled thier way up and down her spine when she looked into those blue eyes...
of all people...
Anya tried to be brave. It took all her might to unfreeze a little, stand up straight, and, reluctantly, rip her eyes away from his to stare at the floor. "H-hello...Mr. Benigno..." She said in a very tiny voice, almost whispered. Her heart was pounding like a heard of elephants against her ribs and her nervous fingers were working and weaving their way through the ends of her hair. Her breathing got shallower as she waited for him to speak, to say something, anything; spots were dancing at the sides of her vision, pretty and pink...
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Post by Kenneth Garrett Fortuyn on Dec 21, 2009 19:23:00 GMT -5
Benigno was transfixed by Anya's graceful fingers, twirling through her silky hair, dancing and fluttering with his heart...
He cleared his throat, not sure what to do.
He cleared it again. Like the first time, it brought no inspiration.
He was about to clear it again when he realized it must have seemed incredibly stupid.
"I have... an art club," he lied. "We meet after all the classes are over." He scratched the back of his neck, becoming more antsy by the second. "I really liked your paintings... the sky..." He swallowed. "Would you care to stop by my room some time soon, and see for yourself? Orrr..."
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Post by Blank ♪ on Dec 21, 2009 19:34:09 GMT -5
Anya's breath caught for a moment. "I...uhh....sure.. She said hoarsly. She could hardly breath let alone think. After school? He liked her painting? His room?
Her mind kept rolling with these thoughts.
"I can't let what just happened happen again..." She thought.
"...even though I want to...." A little devious voice in her mind added.
"I, uh, I'd love to come by...What-- time do you stay until? Are you, uh....staying after...today?" She held her breath. "Why was I so shaken up by this? How did this even happen in the first place?"
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Post by Kenneth Garrett Fortuyn on Feb 4, 2010 15:44:59 GMT -5
JAI wondered if he shouldn't have lied. Then he kicked himself for doubting the plan.
I'd LOVE to come by. The words ran through his mind like a broken record. I'd LOVE to come by. I'd LOVE to. I'd LOVE to. LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.
"Ummm," he stammered. "Yeah. Uh, yeah, we're meeting today. Yup. We should be there... until..." He thought for a moment. "Right up until curfew. After your last class. Just... swing by my room for me, will you?"
He felt like a pervy old man.
He liked the feeling.
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Post by Blank ♪ on Feb 4, 2010 15:58:10 GMT -5
"Oh, until curfew? That's rather...late..I guess. But yeah, I'll uh...stop by.." He frantic mind kept shouting at her but it just turned to a drone in the background as Anya looked up from the floor to look at Benigno. The 'shaving knick' was long and puckered pink on the side of his face. Her eyebrows furrowed a little as she took that in. "He never did tell me why he did that..." She thought. It defintely couldn't have been an accident...
She averted her eyes from it before she thought too hard about the wound. She shifted her gaze to his eyes. Big mistake. She could feel herself being pulled by a force far stronger than herself or Benigno. She was shaken to her frame, scared out of her wits of whatever it was that was doing this. And once again, she felt the voices of the clouds and the sky talking to her, whispering like leaves in trees around her brain. She shook her head violently and squeezed her eyes shut, not caring that he was watching her as she physically fought off the pull. She took a deep breath and was about to figure out waht to say next when her biology teacher called from the door. "Anya, you've been out there for 10 minutes. Mr. benigno, may I have her back please? She's missin important lessons in class for a bathroom break. Anya turned slightly pink and mumbled a sorry to her teacher.
"I'll see you after....uh, this period I guess....?" She nodded hesitantly before sliding away and back to class. As she passed her teacher and walked through the door she briefly glanced over her shoulder at him.
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Post by Kenneth Garrett Fortuyn on Feb 4, 2010 16:08:07 GMT -5
JAI could feel Anya's gaze pulling at his *cough* chest *cough* and resisted reaching for her, holding her, grazing her lips upon his. It was the right move. Another teacher Mr. Benigno hadn't really met called Anya away. He cupped a hand over his face, pretending to scratch so he could hide his bloodied wound. He patted her awkwardly on the head with his free hand as she walked away. He watched her leave, full of lust.
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