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Post by miles kennedy on Aug 21, 2016 0:28:01 GMT
NOTHING MORE DANGEROUS THAN A BOY WITH CHARM Miles might not look like someone who'd spend a lot of time in libraries, and, uh, quite honestly, he wasn't. Libraries were quiet, solemn places that had a somewhat unsettling effect on the lanky blonde. The place was just so damn full of books and hushed students, and the lack of stimuli was enough to drive him up the wall. There was an air of oppressive silence too, as if speaking above a whisper was enough to warrant a public flogging. Miles wasn't one for obeying rules, but even he dared not to step out of line in a library. It just didn't seem right, to be anything but humble and soft-spoken in a library. To do so otherwise felt comparable to, say, laughing at a funeral. So why was a guy like Miles hanging around the library today? For all intents and purposes, it was as if he had chosen to engage in some masochistic torture where he intentionally came to deprive himself of the ability to act out. Actually, he'd come to deprive someone else of the ability to act out -- to be very specific, he was here because he planned to invade someone's personal without being punched; cornering that someone inside a library, where punches and other outbursts of that nature were practically punishable by law, seemed a logical choice. Miles had had his eye on a certain Jasper Collins for a few days now. The guy was in some of his classes, and he had blue hair and mismatched eyes. Hello gorgeous, said Miles'... brain... and then he'd taken up stalking the guy. What?? Stalking was normal! Contrary to popular belief, the blonde didn't simply rush into things gung-ho, pick up lines and smarmy charisma at the ready. No, he usually spent at least a day or two casually following a person around, quietly (he can be quiet, you know) observing their routines, how they interact with other people, and making mental notes of it all. You see, success came hand in hand with preparation, and Miles was all about proper preparation. So he'd chosen this very specific moment of the day to be conveniently at the library during a time where he knew Jasper would be grudgingly working on one of those mandatory essay things (it's entirely possible he was eavesdropping the other day when the teacher was reminding the guy about the upcoming deadline). And of course, he conveniently chose the same study table, plopped himself down on the other side, diagonal to his classmate, and opened up a book to read. Just kidding, he didn't bring a book. He only kicked up long legs to rest his heels on the table, leaned back in his chair, and fixed a pair of playful blue eyes on his classmate. And he was very politely mum as to why he was staring, because, y'know, library.MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by Jasper Collins on Aug 21, 2016 4:13:22 GMT
Jasper hated school. He hated fuckin’ essays. He hated history class. He hated everything. Who the fuck did that teacher think they were, exactly? Coming up to him to “politely” remind him that his essay was due. He knew the damn thing was due! Even though he stared into space through every single lesson, he did have a goddamn syllabus. Did he look stupid or something? He squeezed his fists closed, forcing himself to take a deep breath in through his nose. It had taken all of his self-control to not lash out at the teacher, though the torn and mottled flesh on his knuckles hinted that he had lashed out at something or someone else. The fact that his face had acquired no new bruises (even if there was some yellow splotching from his last fight left over) hinted that he’d either fought a person who didn’t fight back at all, or he’d punched a wall.
Spoiler alert: he punched a wall.
So, the angry teen threw himself down in a chair. He moved and dug his laptop out of his bag, placing it on the table gently despite all of his otherwise harsh and angry movements. Mismatched blue eyes watched as a blonde sat down at the table with him. He looked away quickly, though he seemed to be squinting in the direction of all the other empty tables in the damn place. What in the fuck had possessed the other boy to sit with him, exactly? Shit, as far as he was aware, he’d never even seen the blonde before.
As his laptop finally finished starting, he moved to open ‘word’ and begin on his essay. However, he noticed something very irritating. The other boy was staring at him. He was! Jasper wasn’t even over exaggerating or looking for an excuse to be pissed off. The blonde was blatantly staring at him.
Jasper couldn’t take it.
He closed his laptop rather hard, the sound ringing in the otherwise quiet building. His eyes were practically on fire as they held the other student’s. “Do you have a goddamn problem?” His voice was at least low, but it was practically a growl. He wasn’t quite sure why it had pissed him off so much, but color was already rising to his cheeks, and his heart was already hammering. Could he do nothing in this place? | |
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Post by miles kennedy on Aug 21, 2016 19:14:41 GMT
NOTHING MORE DANGEROUS THAN A BOY WITH CHARM This was pretty gold, in that Miles hadn’t done anything more substantial than sitting down, and he could tell that Jasper was already itching to explode. Still, rather than let his mouth twist into the knowing smirk that lurked, for now, only in his eyes, the blonde continued to play the waiting game. He merely settled down another inch or two in his seat and kept his eyes fixed idly on his classmate’s face. And to be fair, he wasn’t staring without cause — he was taking the time to appreciate the little furrows that dig their way into Jasper’s forehead when he frowns, and the slow burn of growing irritation in Jasper’s blue eyes. Miles liked those little signs of an impending explosion. When the confrontation finally came, it was in a predictably oppressed manner. Miles took a second or two to congratulate himself on having picked the library as the backdrop to this scenario. Judging by the vehemency in his classmate’s snarl, had he approached Jasper in, say, the hallway, he’d be forced to dodge some punches right about now. He could hold his own when it came down to exchanging blows, but that didn’t mean he looked for trouble when there was no need for it. Miles wasn’t stupid, contrary to whatever people might whisper about him or his barely-passing grades. Mischievous blue eyes watched the delicate flush of angry red rising to the other’s face; he let the other wait another few seconds, just to see if he’d snap any further. When he judged enough time had gone by that if he didn’t say anything, Jasper would simply get up and leave, Miles finally let a corner of his lips curl up. He took his feet off the desk and leaned forward a little bit conspiratorially. “I have actually been wondering for some time now,” he said softly, mindful of keeping his voice down, “whether you taste as harsh as you come off.” Well, let no one say subtlety was his strong suit. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by Jasper Collins on Aug 26, 2016 20:02:22 GMT
Jasper’s heart was pounding, his ears were roaring. It was all he could do to keep himself from going over the table to tackle the other senior. He tried to take deep breaths, but seemed to be failing miserably. He knew if he got in a fight in the library, there would be hell to pay. His parents would be notified and… he gnashed his teeth a bit. That was the last thing he wanted, obviously, but he was fairly certain that if the blonde didn’t stop staring he was going to break his nose. He gripped at the table, his black eyebrows rising. Just as he was about the snap again, the other teen spoke.
Jasper was taken aback, and it showed clearly on his face. His body moved back against his will, his mouth dropping open as he continued to grip the table for support. The shock of what Miles had just said was enough to drive his anger back into the corners of his mind. No one ever flirted with Jasper, and certainly not so very openly. His brows furrowed, and he finally managed to close his mouth. A flush of a different kind began to creep up his neck, though all too quickly he could feel his anger bubbling again.
What the fuck?
Was the blonde making fun of him?
His lips curled into a harsh sneer as he leaned forward again. He squinted. The blush on his cheeks continued to burn, both from anger and embarrassment. “A-Are you fuckin’ stupid?” He finally managed to hiss, though his tone came out much less threatening than he would have liked. He tried to think of something else to say, but his mind was drawing a blank. Despite the anger that had returned to him, he was still somewhat in shock. He didn’t like anything about the current situation. Nothing at all. | |
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Post by miles kennedy on Aug 28, 2016 19:15:25 GMT
NOTHING MORE DANGEROUS THAN A BOY WITH CHARM Forget gold — this wasn’t just gold, it was something infinitely more precious than gold. This was going exactly as Miles had hoped. If the other had ignored him, or simply walked off, Miles would have pursued him for perhaps a total of ten minutes before shrugging it off and going off to find something else to keep himself occupied. If Jasper wasn’t so easily incensed, there’d be nothing here to keep Miles’ capricious attention. But this — this was the precise kind of thrill that the blonde got such a kick out of, and unfortunately for Jasper, he was unwittingly giving Miles everything he wanted. The blue-haired boy’s reactions were so quick to rise to the surface that if Miles had had less control, he’d be on the floor howling with laughter, or he’d be writing a letter to Jasper in which he would demand the other pay for potential painkillers, on account of "you made me laugh so hard, I hurt myself, take some responsibility, damn it". Miles was, however, made of sterner stuff; when Jasper finally came out of his stupor and hissed an angry question at him, his only physical reaction was to smile. "Not so stupid that I don’t recognize sex on legs when I see it," he said lightly, his tongue a teasing flicker behind his teeth. Miles propped his chin up on the heel of a hand, letting his eyes partially close as he surveyed the other. "I’m only a touch upset with myself that you've been escaping my notice," he went on, a mock-regretful edge to his voice. Blue eyes twinkled with devious mischief. Miles ran tip of his tongue over his top lip, eyeing the other in a way that was half a scrutiny, and half a smoulder. "So where've you been all my life, angel?" MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by Jasper Collins on Sept 2, 2016 4:36:42 GMT
It would not have been an understatement to say that Jasper had been flabbergasted by the blonde’s initial words, but his reaction as the senior continued to speaking was even stronger. A look of mingled horror and confusion drew over his features, and he once again leaned back in his chair. His mistmatched eyes flashed from the blonde's eyes to the lip that he kept licking. Jasper gripped into his own knees, unsure of what to do. He could feel his cheeks positively burning, and it had nothing to do with anger.
“Wh-where h-have I-I….” He blinked, apparently in a bit of a stupor. He rubbed at his cheeks, trying to dispel the blush that had settled stubbornly in them. He swallowed nervously, his mouth suddenly very dry. “A-At my house?” He stammered, trying his best to come up with something to say and falling seriously short.
It took him several long seconds to realize just how idiotic he looked, sitting there with his mouth slightly open and his face redder than a fire-engine. All at once, his mouth clothed and his teeth grit. The confused expression melted off of his face as he squinted at the senior. “Are you making fun of me?” His voice was equal parts demanding and anxious. Japser had never really been made fun of before. People like him weren’t often picked on, considering that he was normally the bully. His brows pulled together, and though he tried to keep up an angry façade, he was honestly more worried about whether or not he was being made fun of.
Had they been anywhere other than the library, Jasper would have already punched the blonde and effectively ended this torture. Right now, though, he only had two choices:
Endure it or leave.
And he obviously couldn’t leave. That would mean the other senior won, and Jasper simply could not have that. Not to say that he wasn’t going to jump the blonde the second he got the chance. Because he certainly was. | |
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Post by miles kennedy on Sept 11, 2016 15:33:52 GMT
NOTHING MORE DANGEROUS THAN A BOY WITH CHARM If Miles didn’t let out some sort of laughter right this instant, it was entirely possible that he would Just Die. He schooled his features into soft amusement, and stopped restraining his dying urge to crack up just enough for a chuckle to slip through. He wasn’t trying to be mean with the laughing either, but he couldn’t help it — “at my house”? HONEY. That oblivious response, coupled with the bright red that settled on the other boy’s cheeks like two target spots begging to be pinched, too precious. “Making fun? Darling, no, perish the thought.” Out of anyone else, the statement would be a lie, considering this entire scenario looked like it was set up to be a prank. But Miles didn’t make fun of people. Making fun of people, in his opinion, had no merit. It was like bullying. There was nothing to get from it besides a twisted sense of “haha I pulled one over you”, and Miles didn’t think that was worth getting high and mighty about. He was a teaser, not a bully; a lover, not a fighter. And unfortunately for Jasper, he had his sights set on him. “I’m really not making fun,” Miles added, leaning back a little and lifting both hands complacently. The blue-haired boy’s voice held a strain of anxiety that wasn’t the most subtle, and Miles dropped some of the playful lilt in his voice accordingly, in an effort to sound more sincere. He tilted his head, tongue darting out again to thoughtfully lick at his upper lip. “It’s not that confusing, angel. I’m saying your pretty face gets my heart all a-flutter.” Blue eyes twinkled, mischief back in their depths. “I could be more obvious if you like, but... well, I hardly think stealing kisses in library is appropriate.” MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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