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Post by mistakenangel911 on Nov 11, 2006 20:04:18 GMT -5
Some people wake up with plenty of time to get ready for their day. However, Aileen was not one of those good-morning-sunshine-type people. She had previously spent last night; the one critical day needed of a well good night sleep, playing online video games with friends. To make matters worse, by the time she was fully awaken by the alarm beside her bed Aileen only had 15 minutes to get ready without any time to spare for coffee. She groaned at the constant ring of the alarm a hand desperately slapping the snooze button to be granted silence, her eyes glared at the sunlight before sinking under the thick black covers again. “Call me in dead…too tired, need sleep.”
Then the covers went flying off Aileen in an instant to hear a deep, rich voice purr in her ear. “Good morning, little one. Better move your ass out of bed, sister, or you’ll miss school.” She felt a smile slip at the warm breath against her ear and try to calm the shivers down her spine by rolling away from him. “Go away Derrick, I don’t wanna go to school.” Aileen whined as he walked over to the other side of the bed to meet her, she clung to the bed bars her face buried in her mountain stack of pillows sprawled all over. Derrick only sighed, a grip as unbreakable as any bear trap snared her wrist pulling her away from the bed, virtually off her feet to be carried in his arms bridal style. The air exploded painfully out of her lungs at the sudden move, she slap a hand hard on his chest making him yelp. “Either you get up or I’m gonna drop you into a bathtub of icy cold water woman!” He snickered in her ear making her flutter again; Aileen made a whine then gave a defeated nod to be set back down on her feet. “You have ten minutes, lady mine.” He smirked on his way out of her room making Aileen noticed her brother had undone her locks from inside the room again. “Damnit…”
Aileen slammed the smoke-glass door of the limo and swung her school bag over her shoulder that was held by her index and middle fingers. “You know I hate you for waking me up, right?” She scowled and batted in annoyance at the grinning fool of a brother beside her, he wrapped an arm around her his lips pressed against her ear. “I love you too little sister, let’s go cause chaos to this place already. It’s been one boring summer without victims.” He laughed manically a fist punching the air to her annoyance. “I’m sure you are the terror of Girl Scouts everywhere, brother. Now let’s get to class since you copied my schedule again like last year, you goddamn stalker.” She hissed walking through the entrance doors and atomically becoming a mute her brother’s arm still hooked over her neck.
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Post by December on Nov 12, 2006 2:34:57 GMT -5
Teacher: i79.photobucket.com/albums/j153/disassembled_heart/Anime%20Females/b47f1164.jpg
Hasagi's Outfit: i121.photobucket.com/albums/o206/angelofinfidelity/Anime%20Males/dark000.jpg (just make everything black instead of white)
Dorinda's outfit: i121.photobucket.com/albums/o206/angelofinfidelity/Anime%20Females/nn455h.jpg
"Nii-sama, you need pick up your speed!" Dorinda tugged slightly on her brother's free arm, chocolate brown eyes pleading at him. "And quit being so.. so.... emo! You're always moping about nothing and it doesn't suit you at all. This is the first day of school, for crying out loud!" she argued, furrowing her eyebrows. Hisagi only looked up at her with one of his own brows raised, emerald eyes briefly regarding her. With a light sigh, he moved the left side of his headphones away from his ear and looked at her again.
"I didn't hear a damn word you said, Dorinda. I can't even read lips. So why do you talk when I'm listening to music again?" he shot back in a flat monotone voice. Dorinda let out a frustrated sigh and let her arms fall exaggeratedly to her sides.
"Whatever Mr. I-Want-To-Be-Emo-And-Block-Everyone-Out-With-Music-So-I-Can Drown-In-Make-Believe-Sorrows," she retorted, crossing her arms. Hisagi only shrugged his arms and returned the headphone back to his ear, playing his music slightly louder to drown her out more. All she ever did was complain. He was acting like he always did, which shouldn't upset her too much. Even now, she was acting a little different. Was it so important that he acted different to improve her look at school?
He was relieved when she finally strode off on her own, probably to go to her locker. In fact, he hadn't even went to his, let alone bothered to find it. Shrugging it off of his mind, he decided for the better and left it alone. It wasn't like it was going to ruin his day or anything. Hisagi settled on finding it during his lunch hour instead, so it would save him time from getting tackled by his sister.
Actually, it might be better if I just left school after I found my locker. It's not like today is such a big deal anyway. Just another year of high school, he thought to himself, hoping to get a cigarette or two in between then and home. He raked a hand lightly through his already messy black hair, pushing the headphones off in the process and turning down his music as he stepped closer to the door of his first period. Algebra II - Ms. Véoly. How nice... With an inward sigh, he turned the knob and stepped inside, immediately seeing the teacher in the half empty room. Without bothering with the door, he took a seat in the first row all the way in the back, just to avoid being surrounded. It just wasn't comfortable for him to be in that situation, let alone be pressured harshly. In fact, that was part of the reason why he turned out the way he did, and if he had a choice, he'd go back and change it-permanently.
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Post by mistakenangel911 on Nov 12, 2006 3:18:41 GMT -5
Aileen entered the dojo followed by Derrick to find none of the other students had shown just yet to her delight. She grinned at her brother playfully and pulled his arm to the locker room. “Do you think I’ll be fine after your graduate? This is your last year after all. I’ll be by my lonesome self.” She started changing out of her school uniform into the white martial arts uniform completed with a black belt around her slender waist. Derrick without shame changed outside the stalls, he replied the side of his mouth curling up into a grin. “Of course, just fine means doing your homework, keeping our place clean and neat, helping little old ladies across the street, obeying my every sensible word…” There was more, but it was lost in the towel she threw at his head. She huffed angrily her hands rested at her hips. “Since when do you ever say anything sensible?” Aileen laughed helping him to his feet before he brought her into a hug her face buried in his chest. “When it concerns you…” He muttered then ruined her hair with a whisk of his hand. “AH! YOU ASSHOLE!”
“Is Mr. Mustang teaching the martial arts classes this year do you think?” Aileen questioned stretching her legs over her head while Derrick did push-ups with one arm being the ultimate show off she thought. “Why do you care? I personally hope we get someone new, that guy was murder last year.” He grunted during his 212th push up staggering a bit, she only shrugged her shoulders and smirked at him doing a set of swats. “Maybe because as a woman who enjoys watching sexy men working out he would definitely be on the top of my list. I don’t mind he works us to death, out of all teachers he’s the only one who can be a total asshole and still look incredibly sexy.” Aileen grinned devilishly to make him pause mid-way and throw her a glare. “I’m going to kill him, that womanizer-manic son of a-“ She cuted in sitting on his back so he collapsed on his stomach painfully. “Now don’t be jealous that he attracts more of the female population of this school than you do, it’s unhealthy my dear brother or is it that you’re upset that it’s me that he’s attracting?” Not even able to get a laugh in he flipped Aileen over to her back in a graveling stance a serious look printed on his face. “You…do you…do you really think he turns on more girls than I do?!” He gapped; she gave a blank stare at his response and kicks him into the air. “YOU IDIOT!!!” For a moment I thought he was gonna admit he cared…for once, that aloof bastard. Hm, not like I care that he cares but still-he could be a little more reasonable!Aileen grimaced as she returned to her warm-up exercises.
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Post by December on Nov 12, 2006 3:45:48 GMT -5
Dorinda quietly opened the door to the school dojo, peeking her head around the door before stepping inside. Well.. it looks like no one is here yet... I guess.. she thought, hearing nothing inside. It's a miracle to consider Mr. Mustang isn't here yet... I wonder if this really is the wrong room. Her hand lingered on the door, ready to push it back open for her to exit the room, but she abruptly heard a yell-a female's voice. Slightly frightened at the sudden noise, she let go of the door, but took a couple of steps forward, almost timidly.
Holy shit, I can't believe it! she almost squealed aloud. Not only did she want to believe this was some sort of joke, but she kind of wished it really was one. Derrick, probably the most popular and talked about rich guy in the whole school, was in her classroom and probably a part of her class, judging by the way he had changed. Her hand flew up to her mouth, willing her face to stay normal. Usually she only bypassed him in the halls during her freshman year, practically fawning over him when he wasn't looking. It was just a huge step forward when she tried to make herself believe that he was actually in one of her classes. But why Martial Arts? Why?! I suck at this type of stuff! she complained in her mind, making herself move toward one of the stalls, her outfit in hand already. Her stomach was doing flips and butterflies, twists and turns so many times that she didn't know if she was horribly excited or just going to be sick for some odd reason.
When she safely made it to the stall, she leaned against the wall briefly before collecting herself. Okay, Dorinda, you're just exaggerating things. You're a little obsessive over his good looks and casual personality and his all around perfectness. You just have to learn to cope with everything... and hope the class goes well... and get it over with so you don't end up pu-oh god I don't even want to think of that. That'd be too embarrassing. Maybe I should switch my classes----! While her mind ran at eighty miles an hour, she quickly changed and fixed the small end-flips of her shoulder-length black hair. Taking a quiet, but deep breath, she calmed her appearance and opened the door, looking at the two with a casual greeting smile. Passing by, she put her dress in her bag, wondering what to do next. I'm dead...
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Post by mistakenangel911 on Nov 12, 2006 4:04:36 GMT -5
Aileen blinked at the new comer that came out at the moment she had finished her warm up exercises. From her perspective she looked like another ditz would only joined to view the sexy teacher and male students or a snob looking out for her body figure. She glanced at her idiot brother who was still beating the hell out of the punching bag, with a roll of her eyes and a strained sigh she called out to him. “Students are now appearing for class, Bruce Lee! Wrap it up or else I’m gonna run your ass so hard in class you’ll be crying.” Aileen smirked for a brief second then went unchanged when she faced back at the new comer walking past without a word.
Derrick ran over with ease as he damped his face with a towel, he paused at the doorway to see a new girl his male institution already flaring up in interest. “Helllllllo there-you new to this class? I’m Derrick, I’ll be your classmate if you are attending this class.” He flashed his sexiest dimpled smile at her giving a quick wink then suddenly a shoe came flying to hit him square in the head. “WHAT THE-WOMAN! ENOUGH WITH THE THROWING OBJECTS ALREADY!” His voice growled at his sister who innocently poked her head out of the corner with an angelic smile gracing her face. “But hitting your head is worth 20 points, how can one resist such an easy target? Besides, hitting on an innocent new girl in our class is unmoral and just damn creepy you sick womanizer. Keep it in your pants for all of our sakes would you?” She snickered and ran knowing moments later he chased her into the stalls her giggling and his shouting echoing back in and out of the dojo. Minutes later Aileen came out her hair combed back into a perfect ponytail and took a yoga stance in the corner of the dojo. Derrick came out groaning holding a special part of his forearm in pain; he went to the opposite side of his sister but copied her position.
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Post by December on Nov 12, 2006 4:29:04 GMT -5
Reluctantly, she looked at the floor instead of her hands, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Maybe they didn't care for other students? Sure, they sound friendly to each other and all, but did they really try to be friends with other people? What if they were pretending to be nice to be liked by other people? Several questions flew in her head, but she couldn't help but keep going back to the one that paid attention to every detail-they were just as friendly as everybody else, even if it means showing affection in a different way. If only Hisagi was like that though... she thought miserably with a sigh. She glanced up only to see Derrick right in front of her, even talking to her. Her hands clenched together behind her back and she tried to put on a casual smile, hoping it looked normal, at the least.
"U-um, hi. My name is Dorinda," she finished quickly, almost wincing when the shoe made contact with the boy's head. Yeah... odd way to show affection to each other. But affection nonetheless. Then it hit her once he ran away to chase after his sister. Hit on her? Womanizer? No way. Not with me. I'm poor, weird, weak, and my family can't even converse with each other unless it's a fight or something. No-it doesn't stand a chance, she thought, walking over to a punching bag. Sure, she didn't know how to do Martial Arts, but that's why she was taking the class. She wanted to learn, not only to defend herself, but to get through to Hisagi that she could do exactly what he did. If she learned quick enough, she could probably go against him and prove that he can't stay away from the family.
"I'll prove to you that I'm not just some weak girl, Nii-sama..." she murmured to herself quietly, sitting down on the ground. Dorinda then quickly gathered herself up, not wanting anyone to see that she talked to herself or was moping about. She didn't want to be like her brother at all. She wanted to different.
Hearing the door open, she looked around and noticed three more students enter the classroom followed by a slightly older man with short black hair and hazel eyes that seemed to be brightened byt the dark locks. Dorinda quickly stood and scrambled over to where the other students where already collecting at in a line, standing next to a girl with short blonde hair and blue eyes. That, obviously, had to be the teacher--and probably one of the hottest, at that.
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Post by mistakenangel911 on Nov 12, 2006 13:41:37 GMT -5
The moment Mr. Mustang had walked into the dojo she felt her cheeks flush crimson but respectfully held her stance with perfection. Rough, tough, and capable of kicking anyone’s ass and this guy had Aileen squirming in her seat. She touched the back of her hand to her mouth, blushing slightly more when he stepped in front of the class trying to ignore the thundering beat of her heart. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re having a heat stroke or something with all that blush, Rudolph. He’s not so great anyway-much too old for someone like you.” Derrick had managed to catch Aileen off guard to make her jump in place a few inches, her hair whisk at the sharp turn of the head to glare at the grinning idiot. “He’s not old! Besides, there’s no need to be jealous that he’s sexier than you my beloved.” She whispered into his ear teasingly then elbowed him back behind her as the classroom started to drown with students.
Derrick just glared at the back of her head not able to contain his jealously much, he took a glance further down the row to see the girl from before. Hey it’s her-didn’t think she was really in this class. Just trying to sneak a peak or something. She must have some real guts trying out for this class, it obvious she’s a total newbie. What was her name again? Dorelna? Doreen? Doran…wait, wait- Dorinda! He took a moment to stick his head out and give her another wink like before smiling his boyish grin. Meanwhile Aileen was too busy watching the teacher to notice her brother’s pathetic flirting, she just watched his dark hair sway at his pensive movements those deep hazel orbs she would so often get lost in-she shook her head confused at her sudden thoughts on her favorite teacher embarrassed.
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Post by December on Nov 12, 2006 13:58:06 GMT -5
Dorinda kept her feet from shuffling in her spot, but she couldn't keep her hands from clasping behind her back. She was nervous, of course. How was she going to do on her first day? She was sure she'd make it a complete failure, embarrass herself, and then she'd have to switch classes to save that embarrassment. She just stuck out like a sore thumb-at least, that's exactly what she thought. Biting back a groan, she felt her hazel eyes sweep over the students still moving around, taking the chance to glance down the line subtly. But that was a major mistake when she saw Derrick looking straight at her and giving her another wink of his eye. Quickly, she straightened up, but her hands felt as if they were trying to kill one another behind her back.
"If you can't handle pressure, pain, high goals and short breaks, I want you to leave the classroom now." The teacher's voice rang through her abruptly, catching her attention. She looked around, seeing a couple of students shyly step away, the regret or surprise clear on their face. It wasn't what they had expected. Dorinda herself was in a mental fight on whether to walk or not, but then her brother flashed in her mind. I have to stay. I can handle all of that. If I can't.. well.. I'll push through it and crash at home, she thought, her eyes sweeping down the line again before returning to the teacher. "For those of you staying, I can guess you either want to learn, want to improve your skills, or you just needed a class you can pass easily for the credit. Just make sure you're well prepared."
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Post by mistakenangel911 on Nov 12, 2006 14:20:15 GMT -5
After the class introduced the formal introduction of the morning routine of oath, respect bow, etc Aileen felt her eyes wandered back on her teacher burning very detail in her memory feeling the same reaction happen again. She covered her eyes, why out of all the teachers did the martial arts one have to be the sexiest and most rugged and- ugh! God was taunting her and very harshly she declared bitterly in her thoughts walking out of the classroom out to the sparring mats.
Since it was a fitness day the students had the choice to either run the track for entire class period or spar with classmates, it was an easy pick for her. Derrick quick on her tail followed in the sparring room and waved his arms to a few his buddies indicating to come over. “All new students who wish to be taught a few tips on sparring please line up against the wall! DJ man, hurry your slow ass!” Aileen gave him a blank stare a hand to the forehead, how the hell did the Jabak clan end up with a moron for an heir? Makes me wonder if mother was drinking or doing drugs during that time he was in her womb. She waited for someone to approach her as a sparring partner stripping off the upper clothing of her uniform to be left in a white tank top and black gym shorts with the belt still around her waist. Derrick couldn’t help but feel a flicker of anger and jealously arose in him to see his sister flaunt her body so carelessly in front of the class.
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Post by December on Nov 12, 2006 14:35:52 GMT -5
Confidence, Do. Just think confidence and...strength? she thought as she followed with the oath and bowed respectfully. She followed the rest of the student body filing into the next room, still slightly lost in her thoughts for a moment before she snapped herself out of it. As soon as the offer of tips was given, however, she stopped and mentally argued with herself. Well.. it's better to take what you're offered. If I try to do things on my own, then I certaintly won't be able to prove to Nii-sama my abilities. Plus.. I might screw up a lot if I don't learn anything.. She settled her decision and stepped against the wall, looking around and smiling at random students who happened to glance at her. Her hazel gaze then looked along the wall, seeing a couple of other students, which made her a little more easy. At least she wasn't the only one.
Her gaze then settled on Aileen. She admitted to herself that she was beautiful and could grab any guy's attention with the flick of her wrist, if she wanted to. In fact, it was a surprise she didn't have fifty men clinging on to her every second of the day. Dorinda knew she couldn't size up to her, let alone Derrick. They were rich, popular, probably perfect in every way; they can get what they want if they tried, screw other people's lives over--but this was just her normal every day thoughts. They could do whatever they pleased, but they didn't. They acted so normal, like a regular family at most times, and it made Dorinda jealous that they were so close when her family was so far apart. But then again, I'm happy for them, she thought with a small smile, finally looking around at the other students.
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Post by mistakenangel911 on Nov 12, 2006 15:11:44 GMT -5
Aileen glanced at the girl with mild interest now; she had been stealing glances about the room mostly on herself or Derrick. What’s with her? Is she totally clueless or what? She’s gonna have her ass on a chopping block if Mustang catches her just lazing around watching. Soon another upperclassman joined the mat with her ready to spar interrupting her thoughts; she already bowed and jumped into position waiting for the first attack. She sighed as the girl came running as Aileen counted down the seconds until-she covered the ground between them in three long but swift strides and dodged the multiple sets of kicks and punches aimed at her. With a slower opponent, her error wouldn’t matter that she attacked too early. Her blow came from behind, Aileen’s foot hitting squarely on the back with a double sidekick move. It was a short and easy match to her disappointment. “Damn Aileen, a little more gentler on those kicks! This is sparring, not a death match mind you-Jesus!” The brunette whined a hand to her injured back and kneeled along the sideline of the wall. If you can't handle pressure, pain, high goals and short breaks then why are you even here? Just like Mustang said afterall… Aileen overlooked the heads of her classmates to steal a glance at her teacher and blushed for a second.
Derrick himself been giving a few pointers to the younger and newer students on sparring, mostly the girls. His hands were tied for the class period he could tell. It didn’t stop him from stealing glances at his sister though to watch her goggle the teacher-he punched a hole through the wall angrily and scoffed at his friends. “Dude, what the hell is matter with you? If you keep damaging school property then the student council president is going have to keep sending people to fix it and who gets blamed for it? Me! The vice president since we’re in the same class, dumbass!” DJ growled as he punched his friend’s arm then used his shoulder as a rest for his arm. “So what is it? You two having a lovers quarrel, you and Aileen? You keep giving the teach evil looks today too. Atlas it’s all coming together-AH!” He grinned sheepishly before going flying by a single punch delivered by Derrick. “Stupid ass prick…what does she see in him anyway?” He muttered to himself walking off the sparring matches to outside for a breather.
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Post by December on Nov 12, 2006 15:35:36 GMT -5
When Dorinda thought things couldn't get any different in her perspective, it did. All she saw was Derrick storming out of the room and a guy lying on the floor. "Holy shit.." she breathed, raising a brow. Her hand snaked to the sleeve that began to slip off of her shoulder, partly showing her black tank top underneath the martial arts clothing. It was then her attention was caught by someone in front of her-a guy in fact. He had sandy brown hair and light baby blue eyes, which were kinda cute to her. "Um.. yes?"
"Do you wanna spar?" he asked with a smirk and a raised brow. Dorinda thought about it, then nodded her head. Just when she stepped away from the wall, his hand immediately when to her lower back and something sparked inside of her. Immediately, she grabbed a hold of his free arm and pulled, sending him flying into the air and hitting the mat right in front of her. He groaned on his back and she stepped on his closest arm, glaring down at him.
"Don't you ever touch me like that you psychotic perverted freak! I'm not a complete ditz, you know. I can't help it that my Mom is naturally blonde!" she hissed at him. A hand suddenly fell on her shoulder, causing her tension to flee and her eyes flew to the figure behind her. "O-oh, Mr. Mustang. Hi.."
"Is there a problem?"
"Oh, no. I think it's just fine now, thank you," she said, gritting her teeth at the last words as she looked back down at the boy. She then stalked away, fuming at the idiot. Fucking retarded people. Sure, I'm a sophomore and a complete amatuer at Martial Arts, but it doesn't mean I can't protect myself. I think I might transfer my class. Yeah... that seems like a spectacular idea! Her body was tense again, ready for any type of defensive measure. The next guy that tried to make such a stupid move on her was going to get karate chopped--Dorinda style.
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Post by mistakenangel911 on Nov 12, 2006 16:00:33 GMT -5
Aileen watched the entire scene with amusement her arms crossed under her breasts. The girl has attitude-maybe she isn’t so bad. She was about to praise her form just when Mustang had appeared beside the new girl, her body froze unable to move even after he had left the classroom. Why did I…I’m not nervous around him now am I? Hn… Aileen walked over to the guy who tried to pick up the newbie a brow raised, a foot stomped down on his chest not hard enough to break anything but leave a painful impact on his muscles. “You are truly unworthy piece of shit, do not disgrace my class or you will pay for it-got it you punk?” She hissed lowly grinding her heel down on him until he complied with her threat. He was granted release pushed away with another kick making him run away like a scared mutt.
“Now, was that really necessary dear heart?” Derrick asked from outside his head poked through the slide doors. “Of course it was, he dared to make our class look disgraceful and is a threat to girls of this school. It was the most justified action I could have taken in my position. And stop calling me by pet names, I have a real name you arrogant bastard!” She muttered under her breath when she walked over to him out of hearing limits of the class. “You know, you’re the only one who gets a uprise out of me. Why is that?” Aileen pulled him outside the classroom and leaned her head against his chest. “It’s my way of showing affection and by doing which you respond the way you do, it’s love!” He chuckled running a hand through his sister’s hair then restrained his hands from holding her even closer staring back at the class minding his time with her.
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Post by December on Nov 12, 2006 16:21:45 GMT -5
Dorinda sat down on one of the benches and leaned her elbow on one of her knees, propping her chin in her hand. This was a complete waste of a class and she knew it wasn't going to get any better. Her hazel gaze scanned the class one last time before they finally settled on Aileen and Derrick again. From her point of view, or anyone else's, it might have looked as if they were a couple instead of brother and sister. A pang of envy mixed with misery swelled inside of her stomach and she looked down at the ground, her fingers raking her hair frustratedly. I'm not giving up after one failure day. I'm just going to come back tomorrow with renewed faith and try my best. I learned.. a few things, I guess, from watching different spars. I can try practicing in my room tonight, she thought, looking at the clock quickly. There was only five minutes left of class and the teacher would probably only give them about two minutes to change.
With a sigh, she grabbed her clothes and decided to change anyway. She was new and still learning, so she doubted she'd get yelled at for changing a couple of minutes early. She would just work harder tomorrow. Slipping off the top of the outfit, she wriggled the dress over her head and down at the same time she wriggled the Martial Arts outfit off of her. Once done, she fixed her hair briefly before finishing up, hearing the teacher give the whistle a blow for the other students. I hope English is better than this...
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Post by mistakenangel911 on Nov 12, 2006 17:17:18 GMT -5
Aileen heard Mustang announcement of class dismal after hurrying into her black miniskirt and spider-web tank top, her hair was left down brushing a few strands of hair remembering Derrick’s touch. She avoided eye contact with her teacher afraid she might give it away her constant blushing and longing stares that she recently been suffering from. “I believe I saw the grass grow a few inches since you took so long, love.” Derrick perked when she came out of the locker room his arm back around her neck like normal. “I doubt you see anything grow out here, nothing can grow here or have you forgotten?” She remarked in her usual public monotone none of the less her hand laid on top of the one around her neck fingers enlaced until they were out in the hallway separating their intimate touch.
“What is the next class of hell we are supposedly reporting to?” He smirked waving at a few girls in the hallways to Aileen’s annoyance trying to block out their squeals. “We are making mad science, my boy-Chemistry II with um-shit, Mrs. Meyers. What’s with that grin?!” She growled at his mischievous smile that shone at the name, her hand smacked her forehead at her slow memory. “Oh god, it’s your turn to fantasies over the teacher huh? Even if she’s a real hard ass I can’t lie, she is cute for a woman her age.” She grumbled making Derrick chuckle, he placed a kiss on top of her head and winked. “You are the only one for me, chere.” Seconds later he was on the ground face contacted the floor as Aileen stomped away blushing crimson.
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