.

[Jacobo_Curious]

Devin?

He twitches.

Devin, you should say something.

He gets up stiffly.

Devin! Calm down! He's your best friend!

He is NOT! He's a moron, and I tried to befriend him, and this is what he does to me!

Devin... you didn't have any friends either...

SHUT UP!

His jaw tight, Devin approaches where Chantelle and James are standing.

"I'm glad you enjoyed the performance, James," he said, calm washing over him. It was the calm he felt when he was very, very angry. The calm he had felt when he had seen that jock making fun of James the first day, and grabbed that kids' head, and...

Devin! Snap out of it!

Love and hate both make Devin spiritually whole. When he loves, the voice of virtue is dominant. When he hates...

So he paid no attention.

"How long were you there, James?"

He stared coldly.

The weapons of Devin's spirit, normally pointed straight at each other inside his own mind, both pointed at James.

It's too late now, he knew. He couldn't get back to where he had been with Chantelle. James...

DEVIN!

James, I...

Devin! Chantelle will blame herself!

She doesn't care what happens or who wins. See how she's looking at him? She doesn't--

Devin, what would you do if two attractive girls tried to get your attention? Would you automatically pick the first?

I'd pick the one that was better! And I know who that is!

Then prove it! No fighting!

What do I do, brag?

No! Prove you're mature!

Devin struggled a bit with himself, quite visibly, and opened the crevice, letting all the anger float away. He could hear it simmering, and knew he would cry and scream when he went home and had to let it out, but for now... he could be rational.

"James," he said softly, "what do you think I'm going to do? What do you expect me to do? For you to admit your love for her, right in front of me..."

He shook his head violently, dispelling thoughts of rage and hurt. "Don't even dare apologize now. Have you no respect for me whatsoever, James?"

Devin glanced to Chantelle, his eyes blank, the passion hidden away once again. "You can choose whoever you want, Chantelle." He turned. "But as for you, James..."

Devin had no idea who would win a fight. He was a karateka and a dancer, and far more graceful and dextrous than James, but James had a strong physique and planned on the ROTC, apparently.

But deep down, he did not want to fight... his best friend...

"James, why?"

He subsides, starting intensely, waiting for James to respond now that he is finished.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Chantelle Dubois

"I'm glad you enjoyed the performance, James,"

Chantelle turned when she heard the tone of Devin's voice.

"How long were you there, James?"

Chantelle had wondered that.
Chantelle had not been convinced that he was just passing.
She wasn't a fool.
She knew both guys had manouvred the situations to best fit them.
Devin had finally be honest about it at least.

"James, what do you think I'm going to do?
What do you expect me to do?
For you to admit your love for her, right in front of me..."

Uh-ho... what was happening now.. Chantelle stepped back and watched Devin's anger mount. He was dangerously quiet.

"Don't even dare apologize now. Have you no respect for me whatsoever, James?"

The face he turned to her was equally lacking in warmth.

"You can choose whoever you want, Chantelle."

Disregarding her again he focused his attention on James.

"But as for you, James...James, why?"

Chantelle had had enough.
She watched as the two guys faced each other.
She first faced Devin.

"I have a choice now?.. Merci... You at least let me choose this time... !"

Her voice was irritated and becoming angrier.

"What do you think you are doing ... I come to practise my drama with you..."

She glared at Devin, then turned her attention on James.

" ... and I say maybe I go eat with you..."

She gave an exasperated sigh.

"You only just meet me... you cannot love so quick... perhaps you want me in bed, no? If that is it then it is simple and it is I who have the choice.. but.. love.. non... "

She moved and walked down the stage steps.
Turning round she threw a comment at them.

"I am not a ... thing.. to own... to fight over... "

She stood taking a steadying breath.
She looked at them both sadly.

"I am long way from ma famille..
I want to make friends.I want to have fun.
I want to work, want to play.
Maybe I want a lover, maybe not.
This is not friends.. this is not fun...

She turned and began to walk out of the theatre.
At the door she looked back saying softly.

"You tell me to choose and I choose.
I choose no one.
This way uou will be friends again and I will go.
C'est tres facile!
I prefer to be alone."

She tried not to let the hurt show in her voice as she slipped out of the door and into the corridor.
She could not face Mr Cunningham and Physics later, certainly not with Devin and James there, so she decided to get some air.

Sat on the bench that overlooked the field and sports ground, Chantelle sighed heavily.
She could not fall in love like that.
It was as if they wanted to own her.
She gazed unseeingly across the space before her.
She had liked Devin straight away and James had certainly suprised her. His character was totally different from what she had assumed from his conversation at lunch.

"Damn!"

She said annoyed with them and herself!

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

Devin watched her go, silently taking his well-deserved punishment.

"You see..." he whispered. "...what we've done...?"

The handsome young savant looked up, and James saw his face twitch. At first he was afraid Devin was going insane with anger, but then as James saw the tear run down his friend's cheek...

"I give up," he said softly. "I'm immature. It didn't even occur to me that, even if I failed, it might ruin her time here forever." He cast a sharp glance at James. "And I take very small comfort in knowing that you made the same mistake."

He shook his head. "You do whatever you want. I'm going to find out how I could possibly be so callous, so maybe I won't ruin our next class." He sighed. "I've still got ten minutes to eat..."

Devin walked down the aisle slowly, his head down, leaving James behind.

 

[Gorath_00]

What fools we are...

Little specks of burning passion.. what is left but ashes.. dust.. all left to dust...

What is it? What is that thing, that love? it certainly takes hold of one, and can only hang on for the ride...

Why did I say that?

Am I that idiotic, to think she would like us both?

I dont want a fight...

She probably hates Americans, now... she has a right to, though...

I wouldnt begrudge her that...

And Devin.. I have lost a friend.. he cracked that stupid jock's head right open.. how could I tell him, remind him that he still hasnt woken up from that coma?

I still fear that anger.. that righteous anger..

James turns, facing the door, watching them leave.. damnitt. Damn it to hell. Damn it all to hell!

I know that she isnt a thing to fight over... damnitt, why didnt I say it when I had the chance!

He walks forward... the door.. open, the cold air blowing in...

He heads out of the building.. a cold husk he is, a bitter man he has become.. a boy, really

I must have infuriated her. My shocked silence. Cold blue eyes look towards the cafeteria.. I must.. make peace... he heads there.. entering the doors..

 

[Ecclesiastic Jack]

In all things are seniors blessed. It was the cardinal rule of highschool. Inaccurate, as most cardinal rules were, but that didn't stop the image. As far as schedules went, however, it usually held. For Isaac, this was almost doubly true. His parents were the type that liked to "encourage" their children. Encourage meant things like mandatory summer school, AP classes, and if a college that was local would have offered it, joint enrollment.

However tedious and frustrating the constant schooling was, it did have a nice aftertaste. Isaac didn't have to go to school for but two classes. One was AP English, and the other AP Computer Science. The CompSci was essentially a joke for him, an easy way to get an A, and keep his parents off his back. The English, well, he'd avoided it as long as he could, and was simply out of other classes to take. The rest of his day was Independant Study.

Unfortunately the English class was first period, and then CompSci was second. The rest of his day, however, just rocked. Well, usually rocked. Lunch had proven to be an entertaining diversion, but now he was back looking at lines and lines code. The apparent problem was a failure to display the appropriate data in the appropriate ways.

At its heart, though, the thing was a beast. As far as he could narrow it, it he had mis-defined a data type. The problem was, all the data types checked out so far as he could see. Checking to see if functions or loops somehow altered or truncated proved useless. Checking the data storage process also yeilded little of interest. So there it was. He was stumped.

Shit he thought glumly.

A quiet sigh escaped his lips and he settled back, perplexed, annoyed, and seeking yet another diversion. He'd have to wait until he got home for this one. Home, and a chance to chill out to a little anime, or perhaps porn, if his parents weren't in. Not a guaranteed prospect, since the "units of parental inclination" as he sometimes labeled them, worked form a home-office. Sales, the both of them. It made him wince inside to think on it too much.

He satisfied himself by picking through his downloaded book collection for an H.G. Wells title he hadn't yet read, and settled on instead re-reading something from Dumas, the Count of Monte Cristo. As he sat, enjoying the archaic wit, and a truly machiavellan swashbuckle, the rest of the day passed.

 

[tornfrom]

Rick grabs the book out of her hand.

"Alright missy on your feet."

He gets right in her face, their noses only inches apart from each other.

"We can get along and have everything go smoothly or we can have this go terribly wrong and everything go very roughly."

Rick remembers that coach does keep a paddle in his desk, but prays it doesn't come to that. Then he thinks back on that. *hmmm*

"So would you like to go for a few detentions and a grade drop or work out with the other girls and work on that tone?"

 

[tornfrom]

*This isn't going to be easy, but it could be fun* Rick thinks to himself.

"Alright we'll do it your way. Follow me, I'll show you what a detention is."

Rick grabs her arm gently to get her up and he walks her over to the equipment room and opens the door and reaches in and turns the light on. There are balls of all sorts, cones, track hurdles, hockey sticks, nets, and much more sporting equipment all over the shelves that are from floor to ceiling and on all walls.

"Have a seat right there." He orders and point to a chair in the back of the small room.

"I'll be right back."

Rick runs to the door outside and makes sure the girls are still running. Then he quickly goes to his coaches office where he finds his coach passed out on his desk. He quietly gets the paddle he's been threatened with so many times from the bottom drawer in the desk.

He returns to the equipment closet with the paddle behind his back and out of site and sees the little smartass starting to get a little more worried now...

 

[tornfrom]

Rick enters the room and closes the door behind him.
He stares at her with an expressionless face.

"Part of going to class is following directions. You are in this class yet you seem to be unable to follow directions."

He then lowers his arm from behind his back and reveals the old worn but polished wooden paddle with 9 holes in a diamond shape carved into it that is held firmly in his large hands.

"I follow directions and I'm the star of the football team. Now I'll have to show you what happens when you don't follow directions."

 

[tornfrom]

"I don't really think you understand yet. I have a reputation to keep and making me look bad in front of the other girls was not a good thing to do."

He raises the paddle and starts lightly tapping his other hand with it.

"But I'm a reasonable guy, unlike some.." eye brows raised looking directly at her.

"Comprise? I'm willing to listen to an comprimise offer."

He chuckles to himself and thinks *this should be good*

 

[tornfrom]

"Oh really. What is it that you have that you think I want."

Rick sighs.

"This had better be good. I'm losing my patience with you."

He continues to gently tap his hand with the paddle eyeing her up and down.

 

[tornfrom]

"It's hard not to be with your gym uniform being about 3 sizes too small. Your compromise is getting warmer."

Thinks to himself *She's getting the right idea*

"Go on." he demanded.

 

[tornfrom]

"That would be a good start. Don't know if it will be enough though." looking at her quivering lips makes his cock start to swell.

"First I want you to get up and kneel on the chair with your knees on the seat and lean over the backrest. We have to do this proper, with regulations to follow and such."

He really only wants to see that tight ass and her panties sticking out from her shorts that ride up her ass.

 

[tornfrom]

"Very gooood. Finally following directions."

He moves over to her and slaps his hand on her ass and rubs one cheek then another. He slips is hand over your pussy and then back up.

"So I only need to give you three good whacks with the paddle."

 

[tornfrom]

"Alright then, like I said, I can be reasonable. I won't spank if you suck and do exactly as I say, no questions or backtalking. One word of protest and out comes the paddle."

Rick puts his hand to the front of his shorts and starts to rub his already hardening cock.

Then moves in font of her while she is still bent over the chair and stares at her ass and smiles.

 

[Ecclesiastic Jack]

Rumors had a way of getting spread, and what with the school year being as new as it is, the rumor mill was more eager than usual for material to grind out. Isaac had learned long ago that he didn't have to be in the "in" crowd to hear most of the rumors, he just had to listen between classes. In the milling chaos of bodies through the halls, that five minute spread carried with it more juicy gossip than an old maid's club.

In the few minutes after one class and on his way to the next, he picked up a couple of tidbits of interesting news. For one, the exchange student he'd spoken with earlier, had apparently disappeared into the office by the gym with the football star for an extended period of time.

Well, she moves fast he thought with a smirk. But then, he'd already known that. Though he was surprised a bit. Most of the vacuous girls on campus had already been balled to the hilt by that jerkoff. Isaac supposed it was indeed time for "fresh meat" for that kind of character. What surprised him, though was the french exchange student hadn't been to her class, either, some kids talked about her storming from the auditorium angrily, followed by two sulking, and ashen-faced characters.

The best he could deduce these were the same guys that she had been hitting on during lunch. That situation alone just begged to be talked about. What captured Isaac's imagination was trying to figure out what must have gone on in the privacy behind those thick doors. He made a mental note to ask her at some point, if he got the chance. Though away from all these gossip hounds.

He hated spreading rumors, but they could be fun to collect.

 

[tornfrom]

"You shouldn't worry yourself with details like that. Even if I do have a cheerleader girlfriend, that is no concern for you right now, now is it."

Rick did have a girlfriend and she was a cheerleader but he was only dating her for her killer body and a steady fuck.

He moves forward a bit.

"And I want you to take it out. Now." he says sternly.

 

[Gorath_00]

I didnt know what to feel.. quilt? It was my fault.. I should have never have visited that building! I wanted to see Chantelle... I must make it up to Devin. He must be wanting to kill me now. I wouldnt put it past him.

I walk into my small, cramped apartment, suddenly feeling inadequte.. I lay in my bed/armchair and use my overcoat as a blanket.. I can use skipping a class or two..

Waiting.. waiting for that phone to ring.. Should I call her? Is the date off? Should I call Devin and apologize?

I cant sleep.. turning over and over, finally succuming to switching on the television and watching mindless programs about sports.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Chantelle Dubois

Chantelle looked out across the fields. She could see the PE class dashing about, looking involved. She sighed and turned her attention back to the quad, watching the other students crossing busily to their lessons.

Again she sighed.

She felt pretty fed up all of a sudden.
She reached into her bag and took out a text hoping to find some retreat in background reading for her next monologue.
What time it was, she had no idea.
Neither did she know what her schedule was.
Despite her exaggerating her "frenchness" she decided that this place was very... foreign ... to her.

She decided to retreat from reality for a while and buried her head in the book.

 

[Ecclesiastic Jack]

He glided smoothly through the massive quantity of flesh that ran through the school, like blood pulsing through the arteries of public education. He was sick of being indoors. Besides, it was a gorgeous day outside, and he didn't quite feel like listening to that pathetic blimp who taught first year history. So Isaac had decided to skip "class", as much as independent study was class. It wasn't that anyone much cared, either.

He finally broke out of the suffocating halls and the bleating noise of the sutdents, like so many sheep, into the crisp afternoon sun. A weight lifted from his shoulders, exemplified with a quiet, heartfelt sigh. A toss of his head sent the long locks dancing back out of his face, a slender hand rising to tuck the remaining errant strands behind his ear.

Then, on second thought, Isaac decided it was definitely time to put his hair back again. He set his laptop and satchel down between his feet, then slender fingers probed the recesses of his pocket, eventually fishing out a lighter, nearly covered in spare hair bands. He absently plucked one from the lot and then slipped the lighter back in place.

Pale eyes scanned the thinning flow of students through the grass, some carrying lunches and finding places to eat, and others rushing on to get to class. He smirked quietly to himself, reaffirming his decision to play hookie on the rest of the day, when he lifted a brow in surprise.

Well, well, well...Perhaps curiosity can be satisfied after all..

The smirk settled into a quiet, sort of knowing smile. Finished with the ponytail, he leaned down and picked up his things again. Then he began heading across the lawn, lengthening his strides out of the indoor shuffle you had to maintain in the hallways of St. Augustine's.

Long, lean legs carried him easily to her side and he simply settled into step. As ever his eyes were bright, peircing as he glanced to the side towards her face. Well, what there was not plugged into the middle of the book. A moment of consternation passed as he realized he had no idea what it was. He knew enough french to know when he was being cussed out. Sometimes. She did indeed look a bit ruffled, though. A little lost, too. Her lipstick was a bit mussed, and her hair a little wild. Nothing electric, just small things. She had nice taste in jewlery, though. He rather liked the earrings.

"You're the new French exchange student, right? I'm Isaac, though around here "that guy" or "that freak" works best in polite conversations." His voice was the same alleycat's purr, and a small smile ghosted across his lips as he spoke.

 

[Gorath_00]

James stands, streaching, realising he must have dozed off... the answering machine is blinking..

..... high school wishes to report James Weatherwood absent...
please call for more information...

The ignorance of these people. I never called back; thier records stated I was living in an apartment with my mother..

A second message..

Mister Weatherwood, this is Sergent McCarthy, from the GBI, we wanted to know why you were skipping from the period of 1400 hours to 1500 hours. Please call me at........ we would also like to know exactly who this French friend of yours is, we explicitly stated that you are not allowed to converse... ... different nationalities....

So they have been watching me. Just like the feds to keep a good watch on someone whose parents were criminals. I guess I should be grateful and head to sixth period. I guess.

James grabs his JROTC uniform, dresses quickly, the US marine corps blues freshly cleaned.. thank god.. or gods, which he perfered, for the cleaners.. a scarlet patch with the Eagle, Globe and Anchor, symoblising the USMC.... and the schools name written around it, along with Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps.. he runs to the bathroom, shaving...

He walks out of the apartment, a seperate man then before, sharper, cleaner, and straighter.. jumping in his old Toyota Tercel, he drives into the student parking lot, the pass dangling in the afternoon sun.

Walking past the field, he spots Chantelle..

She probably doesnt recognize me.. especially with this ridiculous hat.. er cover, he corrects himself, hiding half his face.. couldnt wave, anyway, this damn coat keeps my arms down, anyway.

 

[tornfrom]

*shit*

"You might want to rethink telling anyone about this. It would be a big embarrasement for you. I'll be keeping my eye on you and we WILL finish this later. You are not off the hook yet."

He smacks her ass with his bare hand which leaves a nice red mark on her cheek.

"Let that be a reminder of what you have in store and if you do tell anyone there is a lot more where that came from."

 

[tornfrom]

Rick let Elisa go and straightens himself up a bit before exiting and closing the equipment room. He knew he would catch up with her at lunch to tell her that he was her Exchange Student Assistant.

The girls flood out of the locker room and he yells to them, "Ok girls, you got a free day today, tommorrow we'll get some real excercise!"

Two or three of the girls flash him shy smiles in very flirtatious ways.

Needing to work off some of his "frustration", Rick heads out to the track himself to burn off some steam since he is already suited up.

He's not too worried about missing or being late to any of his classes because he know his coach will cover for him.

*I love being a wanted jock* he sighs smiling to himself.

 

[karen*bill]

schoolgirl

mmmmmmm, just love dark haired school girl in the little plaid skirt

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Chantelle Dubois

Chantelle let herself escape into her book.
She sighed and turned the page.
The story itself was depressing and would take ages to read, but it was essential background.
As she read, she wondered which character would suit her best.
She knew that in the musical adaptation the main role was the romantic lead, yet....
She scanned the pages.
She really fancied playing the other female character, she...

"You're the new French exchange student, right? I'm Isaac, though around here "that guy" or "that freak" works best in polite conversations."

Chantelle looked up trying to do a quick take and come back to reality.

"Ahh Issac...?... oui.. I am French.... salut.. I am.. Chantelle.. "

She managed to almost make a coherent sentence.
Closing the book on the tiny bookmark she lodged at the page she had reached, she let her eyes run over him curiously.

"Salut... you.. have no classe.. ?"

She asked, wondering why he had approached her....

 

[Ecclesiastic Jack]

"Ahh Issac...?... oui.. I am French.... salut.. I am.. Chantelle.. "

His weighty gaze flickered down towards the grass they sat upon. watching their feet as he unconsciously tilted his ear toward her, focusing on listening, trying to pick out her words from that thick accent.

"Salut... you.. have no classe.. ?"

Ah, she stopped. His brows narrowed in concentration a moment as he tried to puzzle out what she had asked him. Silence ensued for brief breath, and then he flashed a charming smile, easing himself back against the tree as he shook his head. His words supporting the gesture, lilted with amusement.

"Nothing for the rest of the day for me. I'm prettty much just here for the scenery until last bell."

His blue eyes darted up from the grass to catch hers, the slight dimples at the edges of his grin aiding to the mischeif that lurked in his gaze as his smile turned into a teasing smirk as he continued.

"What about you, though? Surely you've got a good reason for cutting class? If not we better move, those kiss-ass hall monitors will show up and give you a hard time..."