-Charlton Heston
So I have a treat for you all. I wrote this a couple days ago after struck with inspiration. It is very rough, but there is so much more to this story that i would love to tell you over time. Just give me your patience and it will all piece together over time. I do feel morally inclined to inform you though that this isn't strictly a creation of my imagination, but actually a growth of a relationship between characters that were not all of my conception. I only wish i was creative enough to have spawned the fellow you are about to meet. - Anna
“Do you love him?” The question rolled smooth and cool from behind a familiar smirk.
“Of course,” she pouted. She resented that he would even be so audacious to ask.
“Do you really?” He pressed further, not because he necessarily doubted the girl’s devotion (the fact that he did had nothing to do with his asking,) but because she got so flustered so easy. His arms crossed over his chest as he relaxed languidly against the painted cinder block wall of the hallway. He noted the unusual fact that they were alone but didn’t take his eyes off the pink flush that was rising in her cheeks with her irritation.
“Yes,” she toned forcefully. She knew she should just walk away. She shouldn’t take the bait, that’s all this was. He liked to get her worked up. He was just setting her up for his sick amusement. He wanted her to yell at him, to call him names and make a scene in front of their classmates. That’s what he did as long as she’d known him. That resolved it. She would walk away. He wasn’t saying anything anyway. Just looking at her with those dark calculating eyes, who knew what he was thinking anyway? She sure as hell didn’t. She met his eyes in one more hopeless attempt to better understand him before adjusting the strap on her shoulder.
“Are you sure?” He’d waited until she’d turned away. So close to making that grand exit. He held up one long finger to silence her as she rounded back on him, the tension rising with a breath that was meant to fuel one of her most precious tirades. “Before you raise your voice, I would advise you against it. Not because I’m not rather fond of the vocal range of you rage, I actually am, but I think you should look around first.”
She looked down each length of the hallway under his advice though still rather perturbed that he continued to question her on how she felt about anyone at anytime. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for among the alternating blue and orange lockers, but she was certain she didn’t find it. There was nothing to be seen. She glared back at him but caught the volume of her voice. “And…?”
“Who did you see?” He asked an amused look dancing in his eyes.
She glared back at him. She hated him for enjoying her this way. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone? “No one.”
“Precisely. There is no one out here to hear us speak, to eavesdrop, to assume more is going on than there really is. Nothing more than a civil conversation between peers, right?” The smirk that curled on his lips spoke more than his words, but she said nothing. “You start screaming at me, each and everyone of those doors is going to open up. Not only will you be disturbing all of these young minds hard at work learning, you’ll have to explain why you aren’t present in your French class right now, won’t you?”
She stopped and let this process for a moment while looking down the hallway again. It was true that he had caught her at a time that most were in class, but it was unusually still for it being a school day. Where were the other skippers? And the students sneaking off to the bathrooms for a cigarette?
“I suppose you don’t want to get caught out of class either, do you?” She smirked up at him feeling triumphant to have caught him in a moment of desperation as well. “Maybe I’ll yell anyway. Get us both caught. I have nothing better to do than detention. How ‘bout you? Make you late for your father? He wouldn’t like that would he?”
Her triumphant glow was amusing enough that he let out a bark of a distant laugh. “I told you, I would prefer it if you were screaming, yelling, and trying to berate me. You are much more creative than the other girls when it comes to insulting me. I enjoy it. And if you want to yell, by all means, go ahead, but I won’t be joining you in detention.” He unfolded his arms to cross them the other way and smile at her.
“Why not?” She eyed him suspiciously. “You have a valid reason to be cutting class and tormenting poor, defensless girls in the hall way?”
“You are anything but defenseless,” he shook his head as if the very idea was rediculous and he was dismissing it. “And is speaking with me so bothersome that you consider it torment?”
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