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Post by reed brennan london on Apr 3, 2009 16:04:03 GMT -5
It was saturday evening, and most of the Murphy Academy girls were sitting in front of their mirrors, primping themselves to look their best for a night out on the town or a date with their significant others. Reed, however, was going to one of her favorite places; The school Library. The hundreds of thousands of dollars a year that came into the school from tuition and tax-payer money definitely helped boost the Library's selection, and Reed was somewhat overwhelmed by the sheer volume of books there were here. It was pretty much paradise. Some people would go to a tranquil pond or calm meadow to unwind, but Reed went here. On days like this, the library was particularly empty and peaceful. It was normal to be quiet here, unlike on campus where Reed was looked at as awkward and weird because she didn't talk much. Here, she belonged.
Reed hadn't put much effort into her outfit this morning, and had gone without makeup like she usually did. A brown pleather purse was slung across her body, containing a few dollars cash, her cell phone, school I.D., ipod, and a few pencils. Clung to her chest was her hard-covered sketchbook. She had gone here with the intention of maybe finishing some homework and picking out a new book to read. Reed leaned slightly forward to make the climb to the school library a bit easier. Once she reached the stairs, Reed held on to the railing tightly and focused on where she placed her feet. They often had a mind of their own and played tricks on her. The cold breeze gently rustled Reed's lose t-shirt as she approached the magnificent library. A smile played across her lips as she pulled back the gold handles of the glass door and emerged the entry room.
The ceiling loomed dozens of feet above the rather small girl, and her blue eyes widened instantly. It was a cathedral, not a library. Suddenly, Reed felt unimportant and extremely small, and she dipped her head slightly as she shuffled towards a random corner in the library. Pressing her backside against a cabinet and sliding down into a sitting position on the cold white tile. Crossing her legs indian-style, Reed retrieved a pencil from her bag and flipped to a fresh page in the sketchbook. The assignment from illustration class was to depict a mystical creature of their choice. Reed chose a Phoenix. Phoenix's would never die, they simply burst into flames and were reborn from their ashes. Phoenix's had always intrigued Reed, however geeky it might be. Starting with the head of the creature, Reed began to stroke the pencil gently against the white paper as she drew out the image she had in her mind's eye.
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Post by calvin greggory carsons on Apr 4, 2009 16:44:38 GMT -5
The glass of a zoom lens glistened as it moved into a different position. Sturdy hands twisted and turned it so that the features looked just right through the eye hole. A sweet smiled was placed upon a young boy's face as the flashed went off. Calvin was working on an extra credit assignment on a Saturday evening. The library had always been a subject that he longed to shoot, and he finally got the chance to do a still life assignment that he actually cared about, and for credit no less. The large, spacious library had perfect lighting, along with unmeasurable beauty. With it's towering pillars and massive bookshelves there was unlimited possibilities for a kid with a camera. Cal was absolutely crazy about this place, not only because of all the gorgeous shots he was getting, but secretly he loved the peace and serenity you could find in a place like this. He couldn't get over the beauty of it all.
Being the guy who took much thought in his appearance it wasn't any surprise that he looked like any other rich kid on an average day. He tugged on the bottom of his gray, plaid button-down t-shirt before propping the camera to his eye again. The pants he wore stopped right before they touched the ground, not even brushing the glorious tiles as he scrambled forward toward his current subject. Although, the guys he hung out with would cringe at the site of his tattered Etnies, the shoelaces ripped and shredded along with a faded logo. A plain back pack sat on a chair not far away, with various lenses and other bits of equipment, along with his wallet that held his school I.D, a few randomly valued bills and it sat at the bottom of his bag. A quiet hum of classical music could be heard coming from his pocket as his phone went of yet again, the guys calling him to tell him to go to the party.
The young man reached up to move one of his many curls out of his vision when a sight caught his eye. A young girl he'd seen many a times sat alone in a corner drawing. Although he had seen her on campus and such, she had never really caught his eye the way she did now. Without really realizing his actions, the boy brought his camera to his face and focused it on her. One flash, two flashes, three and four could be seen as Cal tried different angles. The girl was probably impervious to it all. Scattered students laid they gaze upon him but then looked away. He finally stopped after he took just about every angle known to photographers. The young boy tilted the camera away from his face, staring at the girls face and features as if he wished he could etched it all into his memory. |
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Post by reed brennan london on Apr 4, 2009 18:56:54 GMT -5
Absorbed in her sketch of the majestic phoenix that was flying across the page, Reed hardly noticed the small flashes of light that her eye barely caught coming from around her. Probably just one of the many expensive light fixtures catching a glimpse of sunlight and magnifying it like they always did. Reed didn't pay much attention to it. The graphite of the pencil continued to be pressed to the paper as Reed worked vigorously on her creation. Long, smooth strokes were used as she created the tail feathers that flowed gently behind the bird, aiding to his ability to fly and coast across the air currents.
While Reed tore her eyes from the page to observe her surroundings quickly, something she often did when in a public place, she spotted the boy snapping pictures. Of her? Reed's unusually porcelain skin flushed pink on her cheeks as she blushed profusely. What on earth was he photographing her for? Maybe to send to the gossip column that several of the students around here worshiped regularly. What, was she looking for entree's into the "Loser of the Month" category? Eyes watering slightly in embarrassment, Reed quickly realized that the boy wasn't going to stop any time soon, and that she would have to speak to him. Greaatt. Reed coughed quietly, hoping that her voice wouldn't crack or sound weird as she spoke like it sometimes did when she hadn't spoken in a while.
"Could you....s-stop..?"
She muttered, her eyes avoiding the boy's. Eye contact would only make confrontation more awkward. Reed would much rather be forced to carry a conversation with someone than an argument. This boy didn't seem too mean, but since he was taking random photos of her for no apparent reason, Reed wasn't quiet sure she could assume anything about him. Reed's eyes darted quickly to those around them, and most everyone was glancing back at her. The color in Reed's cheeks deepend, and she wished she could just disappear into the cabinet behind her. All she wanted was to spend some quiet time in the one place she felt comfortable; the library, and instead she was incredibly uncomfortable because of this boy.
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Post by calvin greggory carsons on Apr 8, 2009 17:02:55 GMT -5
The boy couldn't help but smile as the girl gazed up from her drawing. Cal bit his lip and tilted his head at her, laughing quietly as her cheeks turned cherry red. Oddly, she was prettier with red cheeks, gave her face a bit more colour. He stopped laughing when she cleared her voice, obviously getting ready to say something to him. For some strange reason, she was amusing him greatly. She seemed so embarrassed, it was really entertaining. Normally a girl would be flattered when a guy was photographing them, but she just seemed, well, upset.
"Could you....s-stop?"
The words she spoke startled him. Stop? Why on earth would he stop? She was so peculiar, it made him grin from ear to ear. He walked closer to her, stopping nearly three feet away. Now he noticed the water eyes, and frowned. Did he really make her upset by taking pictures? Why would she get so upset? What was it that she assumed was happening? He knelt down, becoming eye level with her. The last thing he wanted to do was make a random girl upset, or worse, cry. Even though he spent most his time attempting to real in girls, he would never be able to withstand the waterworks.
"Uhm, I think i need to apoligize. I didn't mean for you to become upset. I just...the lighting was perfect and you're a very beautiful girl and i couldn't pass up the chance to shoot the scene..."
Calvin tried his best to sound nice, hoping he wouldn't come off any weirder than he already had. The girl truly was beautiful, no lie or secret meaning had been behind his words. Of course, being who he was, he had been trying to flirt just a little bit. Not only could he not pass up the pictures, but he also couldn't not flirt with a pretty girl. It wasn't in his genes. He smiled and leaned forward a bit.
"Why are you blushing so much? Do I make you nervous? Anxious? Embarrassed?"
By this point he was just messing with her. He was already coming off as a totally maniac, there was no real harm in trying to have fun. He chewed on his lip slightly, mentally denying the fact that one pretty girl out of a million was making him, Calvin Carsons, nervous. It was unbelievable and he didn't want to think about he. The young man stared down at the drawing that the girl had in her lap. A smile played at his lips as he followed the glorious black strokes. This girl was slowly becoming the most interesting girl he'd ever met. |
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Post by reed brennan london on Apr 8, 2009 18:19:59 GMT -5
Reed's intestines seemed to have tied themselves in a series of knots. Her stomach felt uneasy, and she could probably vomit any second now. This boy was looking at her like she was a priceless gem at a museum. No-one ever looked at her like that. Reed's pulse began to quicken as the boy got down to her level, crouching much like an animal ready to pounce on it's prey. His grin seemed so out of place, and Reed felt uncomfortable with him smiling at her like that. A smile seemed so out of place at the moment, since it would be the last thing Reed would do in a moment like this. In fact, her instincts were deciding on whether to make her jump up and relocate elsewhere or stay put and play dead. They seemed to decide on the latter.
As the girl's level of comfort was declining rapidly, the boy seemed to realize he had upset her. A frown scared away his large smile, and Reed became even more worried. He had finally realized that he must have been imagining things when he found her as a somewhat interesting subject to photograph, and now came to the same conclusion as everybody else. She was ordinary, boring, and a huge nerd. When he spoke, Reed tried to find a comfortable position for her eyes. Should she look him in the eyes? She tried that, but this only made her become more uneasy. She decided on staring down at her shoe laces, which apparently were very intriguing at this moment. Her shoe laces never photographed her, however, so she was pretty comfortable looking them straight on. When the boy said that he found Reed beautiful, her body instantly tensed. He had to have been talking to somebody else.
Her eyes darted all around her like a scared deer, but he was looking to her as he spoke. He couldn't possibly find her attractive with all of these elite, model-esque subjects to study all around the library. Take for instance, there was a girl perched gracefully on top of on of the soft chairs, reading a book about the Holocaust and taking diligent notes. Her caramel skin seemed to shimmer, and her dark locks framed her face effortlessly. It seemed that her cheek bones were impossibly high, adding to the overall effect of her practically perfect structure and profile. Surely she'd be a much more interesting and worthy subject to photograph. Reed would have liked to at least mutter a thank you to the boy, but her lips simply would not part, and her voice seemed to be broken. Instead, she forced a smile to dash across her lips as she glanced up at him for a second, and then back down to her drawing.
It seemed safer to glance up at Calvin every few seconds to make sure he wasn't going to do something that would make her even more uncomfortable, but when she looked in his direction once more, he was closer than before. Trying to disguise her gasp as a cough, Reed brought her hand to her mouth out of sync, and her attempt had surely not fooled the boy. Wow. Could she be more awkward? When he inquired about her blushing, more heat rushed to her already rosy cheeks. They were practically on fire, and her ears were gaining more color, as well. Pressing her back firmly against the cabinets behind her, she seemed to be trying to push them out of the wall so she would be able to back up and create more space between the two of them. Reed's breaths were becoming uneven and short, the pace of her heart quickening even more. This time, however, Reed had to respond. Sure, she could just sit there and pretend she was a mute, but she had spoken already before. That method simply would not work.
Hoping her voice wouldn't sound odd, she parted her lips slightly to let a few barely audible words slip past.
"D.) All of the above."
She muttered, surprised in herself that she had let a tiny bit of her wit slip into the conversation. Usually, Reed stuck to very straightforward answers that usually gained no reaction and left no room for further conversation. Then, on top of the heap of uncomfortable icecream that this boy had shoved into the situation, he added a large, bright red cherry. He was looking at her art work. Suddenly, the phoenix she was quite pleased with a moment ago became inferior and struck embarrassment through her. Even though he was smiling, he was probably just excited that he had yet another thing he could tease her about. Clamping the sketchbook to her chest, Reed wished the phoenix on the page would pop out and let her grab onto his feet and fly her away, much like Dumbledore did in Harry Potter. See, what a nerd!
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Post by calvin greggory carsons on Apr 9, 2009 17:33:27 GMT -5
ALRIGHT, SO CRAP. I MEANT TO HIT 'QUOTE' AND INSTEAD I HIT MODIFY. AND ITS EARLY AND I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION AND I ENDED UP ERASING THIS POST. SORRY! AND I DON'T HAVE A COPY OF IT...
GOOD THING WE'RE PAST THIS PART, RIGHT? HEH..... |
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Post by reed brennan london on Apr 9, 2009 18:26:23 GMT -5
Reed's dark, gently arched brows rose slightly as Calvin's laugh reached her ears. It was pretty pleasant, and rather contagious. Some guys had dramatic, loud, dopey laughs that made some girls cringe instead of bat their lashes. In response to Calvin's laugh, a small smile crept upon Reed's lips, but quickly vanished. Her eyes lingered on him a bit longer as he shifted into a position more comfortable for her. She was only really comfortable looking at him for an extended period of time when he wasn't looking at her like he had been for the past several minutes. He seemed rather intuitive to her, like he could sometimes read her mind. Reed was surprised that a guy actually payed attention to a woman's body language, not just her body.
As he spoke, Reed recognized that he was speaking softer. Reed wasn't quite sure if that was just because he remembered they were in a library, if he wanted to discourage surrounding people form listening in on their conversation, or if he was somehow influenced by her own soft tone. Maybe it was D.) All of the above. ;] Reed's lips curved upwards once more and the slightest hint of a chuckle could be heard in response to his words. She didn't exactly find them humorous, but it seemed like a slight chuckle would not open up too much more conversation, while still being polite and acknowledging that he had spoken. When he began to speak more, Reed tried to make her eyes connect with his for longer periods of time, but they refused. Perhaps when she relaxed more? Reed secretly hoped that Calvin would be gone by then. So, Calvin was his name? Ahh...the dreaded name exchange. This was the doorway for waayy more conversation than Reed was ready for. But hey, if you don't get in the pool quick enough, someone's bound to push you.
Involuntarily, Reed's head tilted the slightest degree's to the left as he spoke, and her brows knit together gently. Cool? Did he just say that she was cool? Reed's chest failed to rise and fall by habit, and Reed had to command it to. This boy was obviously suffering from some sort of mental illness. One that severely impacted your ability to reach correct conclusions about people by having a conversation with them. That would explain why he seemed to be so interested in her.
"I'm Reed. I...I don't expect you to k-know me."
She informed him, surprised in herself that she had actually thrown in the last part. Sure, she was thinking it, but usually her mouth automatically closed after a few short words, since it was so accustomed to doing so. Reed's confidence level seemed to be ticking the slightest millimeter higher with every minute that passed, however. This was Calvin. Calvin...Carsons, was it? Yes, he was an Emerald. His family's net worth was probably 10 times the amount of Reed's family's. Weren't those people supposed to stick to their own kind, spitting in the paths of those more lowly than them? Besides, that's what most people did to Reed and those 'socially below her'.
The fact that Calvin had laughed at her didn't surprise her much, but it just stole away any confidence Reed was beginning to gain. Her eyes sank away from his general direction back into the safety of her lap, her fingers scraping against the edges of the papers that they grasped nervously. It felt as if the breath had been knocked out of her, and embarrassment hit her like a massive tidal wave. So, he was here to make fun of her. He just decided to woo her slightly to raise her interest in him, or at least attempt to, so it would be more satisfying when he sent her tumbling down again. It was fun for boys to have control over girls like that, apparently. Reed bit her lip hard to keep it from twitching downwards like it was begging to, and she took in deep, quick breaths to discourage the tears that were collecting in her eyes from rolling down her porcelain cheek.
"I don't know..."
She muttered, her eyes avoiding him at all costs. Even though he had given her a compliment, Reed didn't want to respond with a smile, a chuckle, or even a glance in his direction. All she wanted was for him to leave her alone. Hadn't he had his fun yet? Her answer wasn't the one she wanted to give, but she figured that this would discourage him from asking questions the most. If she assured him that it wasn't her best work nor was it even close to being ready to unveil, he would surely inquire. Maybe if he knew that his subject was intuitive to his little game, he would get discouraged and leave her alone. She could only hope.
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Post by calvin greggory carsons on Apr 13, 2009 13:22:20 GMT -5
Although it had left as fast as it had come, the boy had seen Reed smile. Another soft laugh ran through him as he noticed that she was actually looking at him for longer than a couple seconds. He kind of liked it when she looked at him, made him feel like he was breaking through a bit. Smiling softly, he caught her eye and tried his hardest to hold her gaze. She seemed like she was more comfortable now that he wasn't ready to pounce on her at any second. He had never taken his time like this with a girl, never tried this hard to get someone to talk to him. Maybe it was how quiet and fragile she was or the exsquiste beauty she had, no matter if he was the only one who thought that way. Cal twiddled his fingers, chewing on his lower lip as he watched her.
He couldn't help but stare at her, watching her react to each of the things he said. The young man's eyebrows shot skyward and his teeth failed to keep hold of his bottom lip. Was that a laugh? Did a laugh really come from her? It wasn't as if his previous comment was funny, and yet she laughed. A smile couldn't help itself but slide up on his mouth. She had a pretty laugh, even though it wasn't much. It sounded much like small bells ringing, and it brought a twinkle to her eyes when she let herself do it. The boy looked down at his hands, his smile turning into a grin. He'd made her laugh, even though it was short lived, it was still a success.
Her next reaction made tingles run across him. She seemed to be hyperventalating a bit, just the tiniest amount of uneveness was in her breath. Had he said something wrong? He now couldn't remember the words he'd said just moments before, surprisingly. The girl was doing strange things to him. From forgetfullness to being as nervous as a little girl. Maybe she was just surprised about his words, or maybe she'd thought of something. It was possible that she had finally admitted to herself that he was here for her, or that he was actually flirting with her. Who really knew what the mysterious girl thought when she didn't even talk?
"I'm Reed. I...I don't expect you to k-know me."
Her words seemed forced, as if she hadn't meant to speak as long as she had. He wasn't upset that she had spoken more than just a couple loose words. He was actually thankful, she'd given him something more to reply to. Although, she seemed so dull with it, as if she truly didn't expect him to know her. It didn't really surprise him that he didn't know who she was, since he normally acted like any other and stuck to those he knew, but still, he hated that he'd made that kind of impression already. Calvin truly hoped that she didn't think of him as being the same as those who spent their time looking down on those who were lower than themselves, spending time with only the types with enough money to buy a perfectly good sized country. He had never been like that, and he never would be, and he wanted her to know that as well as all the people he spent time with.
"Look, Reed, it's not like that. Whatever you think...it's just not like that. I'm not like that...I promise."
He tried his hardest to assure her that no matter what she thought, it was probably wrong. Deep down, he was trying to reassure himself as well. A light bulb flickered on in his mind as he thought about her name again. The truth was, he did know the girl. Reed London, a normal Sapphire whose family may be worth a lot less than his, but her talent alone made her worth billions. She was probably one of the better of the Illustraion bunch, at least in his eyes. He even sometimes stopped by the art shows just to see the infamous work of Ms.London here. She was a bit of muse for him during the time when he couldn't think of anything the shoot. He felt like mentioning this, but she would probably just wince and creep closer to the wall she leaned against.
"I don't know..."
The hurt that resided in the words was obvious. Calvin's face dropped a bit, and he watched her with concern. What had he done to make her upset? Was it his laughing or his looking at her art work? All he felt now was as if he had only managed to make her feel low. This made him upset, and he sighed. His hand acted of it's own accord and reached forward. Without really thinking about it he brushed her hair back behind her ear and cupped her cheek, tilting her head up so she'd look at him. The tears in her eyes shone from the bright ceiling lights all around them, and he groaned as he saw them.
"Hey, hey...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...babe, I really didn't mean to. Whatever I did, it wasn't meant to be mean, really it didn't. Babe, I'm sorry..."
He hadn't been paying attention to it, but he had started talking to her the way he did with Savannah when she was upset. The little girl was like his little sister. Maybe he had felt that if his tone could make a sweet little girl cheer up, it would help this pretty girl in front of him stop crying. His thumb brushed back and forth against her soft cheek, an attempt to sooth her. Calvin scooted his body closer to her, hoping she would stop crying soon. No matter how much he wanted to help her, he really couldn't stand it when a girl cried. That was his only weakness, and she had pulled it out like it was her only defense. Would it ever stop?
(alright, holy crap, long post.
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Post by reed brennan london on Apr 18, 2009 0:33:05 GMT -5
Particles of air fought to break through the firm barrier that Reed made when she pressed her teeth firmly into her lip. Calvin tried desperately to convince her that he wasn't going to judge her based on social status, but Reed was thinking that he wasn't trying so hard to convince her, but he needed to convince himself. Of course he did. Reed was fairly sure that most of the upper class citizens around here didn't want to be the people they had become, it was simply habit. Reed didn't have much confidence that Calvin was any better. His reaction to the moisture collecting in her eyes was the same as before, desperation. Reed took a great notice how sensitive he was to tears. She wasn't aware if it was only with women, or with men, too, but she had a feeling she wouldn't find out. Shoving the slightest bit of interest in learning more about him out of her mind, Reed focused on telling herself that he was only here to hurt her. He meant no good.
Reed refused to acknowledge his words or respond, instead, her eyes were trained on the stitching of her pant seam. Suddenly, it became enthralling. Really, Reed was just trying to avoid Calvin's concerned glance. His words came frantically again, and Reed was sure he would have tried to remain his cool and collected exterior, but her tears had gotten to him. A strange flood of power surged through Reed as she seemed to be out on top at this time. Anger was thrown in the mix, too, though, as well as hurt. She would never be more than a freak to anybody, and as Calvin quickly proved earlier, it was no different with him. Reed's brows came together harshly at the word Babe that he used often in his plea. Reed's teeth were clenched so hard together she was impressed that they didn't crack. Luckily, this was all somewhat concealed since her head was dipped downwards.
Suddenly, though, a warm touch flew to her cheek, lifting her face upwards and to stare at Calvin. She allowed her timid blue eyes to meet his, and they shifted back and forth from looking at one to the other. Reed was fairly confident that there weren't any tears coming any longer, but her eyes held such hurt and distrust in them, not necessarily from Calvin himself, but from all of the occurrences in her past. Sure, Calvin was the cherry on the top since it was the most recent incident, but his teaspoon of pain he delivered her was nothing compared to the cups full she had received in the years past. A shaky breath was drawn into Reed's system, her eyes still fixed on Calvin. The stare meant more than Reed's shiftly glances she stole before. Looking at him now, Reed realized that he was actually quite endearing. And his concerned, troubled gaze seemed very genuine. Quickly, Reed stopped her train of thought and brought her own hand to Calvin's.
Slowly, she pulled his hand from her cheek, feeling a cool trail where his skin had touched her last. Shivers shot through her as she guided his own hand slowly down her neck and over a few strands of loose hair. Finally, after what seemed like years, Reed tore her glance from his and dropped his hand to land wherever it may. Quickly picking up her belongings, Reed hoped she hadn't left anything behind. She wasn't in the mood for a 'Cinderella' type plot line. Jumping to her feet, Reed was quite surprised that she didn't fall flat on her face. Usually, she wouldn't be able to make quite a flee without stumbling somewhat. Maybe her body realized that now was the time for a bit of composure. Lifting the leather strap of her bag over her neck, Reed took forceful steps towards the exit of the library, the sketchbook still clamped to her chest. Run, Cinderella, Run.
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Post by calvin greggory carsons on Apr 20, 2009 17:45:35 GMT -5
A guilty and concerned look was still lying on the boy's face. Calvin felt horrible, like the entire problem here was him. A groan washed through him as he stared at the girl in front of him. It was so plainly obvious that he had done something wrong. He just couldn't figure it out. Being who he was, he could guess that she thought of him as one of the bad people, the ones who look down on anyone and everyone below them. A deep piece of him told him that yes, he did act like that on occasion, but it was always when he was with the kids that shared something equal to his net worth. It was pathetic, but true that he did it just so he wouldn't be harassed the way the lower kids did. He felt bad for those who were made fun of, but he selfishly put himself above them, feeling that he would rather feel bad than be treated the same way. Now, after seeing what just a misunderstanding could do, he felt as if he were just a complete, well, asshole. It was a regular occurrence when he felt this way, because he prided himself on being somewhat of a gentleman, but this girl found a way to break him down in a way no one else ever had.
This girl had changed something in him, and he didn't like it. He didn't like feeling low and pathetic, as if he were contemptuous. It wasn't like him at all, he wasn't one to single out people because of how much they were worth, and she had automatically suspected that. He turned away from her, glaring down at the floor. Calvin didn't want to look at her, and he was beginning to regret approaching her. He silently wished she would just come out and say it, say that she thought he was like the rest of them. Maybe then he would stop feeling so damn guilty and he would find it in himself to get up and walk away. Of course, that small piece of guilt caused him to look back up at her, his concern once again readable in his gaze. He had made a mistake though, because she caught his gaze, and he saw every ounce of pain in her eyes. All he wanted now was to bury his head in the ground and hope that she would stop looking at him like that. He hadn't done anything wrong, he hadn't been like the rest of them, he hadn't insulted her or harassed her, nothing he'd done had been meant to hurt her. Why was she so hurt? Did she really think of him as one of the rest? If so, then he wanted to erase himself, because he would never be like the people who scorned and hurt people because of the amount in their banks.
The touch of her hand made him flinch, a surprised look on his face. She moved his hand slowly, and he had to force himself not to tear his gaze from hers just so he could watch his hand move across her skin. Suddenly his hand was once again on it's own and it fell from her face. Calvin looked pained as she gathered her things and got up. Was she really going to leave? A sound like a groan came from him once again as she moved further away from him. He locked his joints, trying to make himself not get up. He wasn't going to chase a girl he had barely met just because she made him feel a certain way. It was stupid because he had a handful of girls to choose from, so it wasn't as if she was something special. Edit that. She was something special. This girl was something amazing, one of those things that gave you a reason to change yourself into a better person.
Without an order from him, Calvin's body and mind took control for him. In a quick, shuffling movement he stood up and dashed after the girl. The young man grabbed at her wrist, spinning her around. A speechless moment led after that as he tried to think of something coherent to say to her to make her understand that he wasn't what she thought. A minute passed without him saying anything and again his body took control. He stepped forward, pulling her toward him. He didn't know exactly what he was about to do, but he did know that it had the potential to be something bad or good. A light pressure formed on his mouth as contact finally occurred. His lips were pressed to hers for only a couple seconds before he pulled away from her. The look on his face was one of surprise and fear, as if he had been the one to be kissed and not the other way around.
"That was...uh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that..."
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Post by reed brennan london on Apr 20, 2009 20:02:20 GMT -5
Guilt shivered through Reed as she walked quickly towards the library exit, seeking it like it was oxygen. Calvin had rivaled her hurt look with one of his own, and it left Reed gasping for air as she walked. This had to have been the most confusing 4-ish minutes of her entire life. AP Physics? No sweat. This boy? Confusing as hell. He obviously wasn't accustomed to rejection, and he seemed to be irritated with her for not returning his flirtatious remarks and obvious advancements. This made Reed resent him a bit, and she bit into her lip just thinking about it. Quickly, she tugged her locks free from their pony tail, dropping the purple band on the floor behind her. It would have taken too long to find a place for it in one of her pockets or in her bag.
It felt strangely good to be running away. The pressure of the conversation and situation flooded away from her with each step, and her usual comfort was returning. She was so wrapped up in trying to digest the conversation that had just occurred that she didn't exactly notice Calvin's swift footsteps behind her. That is, until it was too late. Pressure was felt on her right wrist, sending shivers down her spine. A wrist was something that was not used to being touched. On a certain crime show, she wasn't exactly sure which, she had seen an investigator touch someone's wrist that they were questioning. He was A.) Checking his pulse to see if it was accelerated, and B.) Looking for his reaction. The man swiftly reacted, snatching his wrist away and looking at the man in shock. Reed had touched her own wrists, but didn't sense any unusual sensitivity.
But when Calvin's fingers touched her there, her pulse quickened in a manner that couldn't be considered healthy. Heat flushed through her body, as well as a certain numbness that one feels after intense pain, like slamming your finger in a door. The air combed through Reed's now freed locks as her body was propelled towards Calvin's. Bracing her hands out for balance, they collided gently with Calvin's chest. A second heat flash. She had never touched a man's chest before. Reed ceased to bring oxygen into her lungs, her eyes simply staring at Calvin's. She was paralyzed, whether with fear or otherwise, Reed simply could not command her body to move. It seemed Calvin was suffering from the same immobility. The next few seconds seemed to pass in slow motion. His face moved closer to hers, carefully, deliberately. Oh, god.. Reed thought, her mind reeling as she no longer struggled with her body to get it to move.
Reed had no time to close her eyes and kiss Calvin back as they did in the movies, not that she'd know how, really. His lips were pressed somewhat gently to hers, and every cell in her body seemed to be electrified. When he parted from her, she could no longer remember if she was supposed to be angry, hurt, or disappointed with Calvin. She couldn't recall what either of them had said in the conversation just moments prior. It was as if her memory had been erased. Reed's eyes remained on Calvin's for longer than they had ever been trained on one person in a long time before Reed's mind seemed to accept the requests she was giving it to allow her hands to lower. Reed slipped her hands down a few inches before she demanded that they lift from his chest and snap down to her sides. Recalling what had happened seconds ago, her fingers dashed to her lips as she turned on her heel, her back now facing Calvin but still remaining rather close to him.
Did her lips feel any different now that they had been kissed? No, they still felt the same, really. She could hear a few words being said behind her, but nothing that she could really interpret. Her mind was still whirling. Suddenly, however, Calvin didn't seem so daunting anymore. Really, this advancement should have made her more terrified of him, but it seemed like a certain barrier had been broken. A river of questions now flooded forth, however. Commanding herself to breath, Reed remained turned away from him as she said,
"Wh..what was that for?"
She asked, as if requesting an explanation for why a father decided to give his daughter $20 randomly one day. It didn't seem to fit the current situation. Maybe some things could be cured with a kiss, but Reed's odd choice of words was not one of them. She heard her own words come out sounding breathless, as he was still having to command herself to draw in oxygen. Did Calvin know that he was her first kiss? Reed wasn't sure if she hoped that he did know or not.
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Post by calvin greggory carsons on May 4, 2009 17:41:19 GMT -5
Blood flowed restlessly skyward, filling his cheeks and turning them from pale to cherry red. The back of his neck began to sweat as he rubbed it, starring at the ground as he did so. Never had he been so nervous from just a lousy kiss. Oh, but it had been a good kiss, one that felt right. Those were always hard to come by for him, and the heat in his face became a scorching, melting height as the thought ran through his head. This girl had gone from just a random beautiful girl to his very own kryptonite in what had to have been only four to five minutes. It was incredible, in all honesty. She had taken him from his place of one night stands and random make out buddies to knee weakening kisses and thoughts of romance. He felt light headed as he looked up at her a moment before she turned away from him.
Having the girl so close to him was unbearable and he stepped back, his head turned to the side. He was afraid that the little kiss they'd shared would ruin any kind of relationship he could have with her. Her words shocked him back into reality and he shook his head slowly, not knowing the answer to her question. He wished he could say that it meant nothing, that it had been a stupid thing and he shouldn't have done it. Of course he couldn't do that, and he groaned as he ran his fingers through his hair and stared at her back. What words could he say to make her understand that it had been a moment of misjudgement? He shook his head again, knowing that wouldn't work because then he would lie to her, and he couldn't do that. The cherry red of his cheeks began to fade away as he contemplated what to tell her.
"I really don't know. It was just something I wanted to try I guess. That wasn't a good answer, I know. I just... I don't know what I should tell you, Reed. I don't know what you want to hear and that makes things a lot harder then they should be. All I can say is that, I'm sorry I took you by surprise. Next time I'll warn you, alright?"
Calvin's fingers clasped the hem of his shirt as he gazed at the tiled floor. It probably hadn't been the best idea to try and flirt with her, to try and be cool and cute and funny when he should just be serious for a, dramatic, change. He moved his gaze along the floor, watching the lights bounce off the perfectly clear surface. The glinting of silver caught his eye and he smiled, a thought bubbling in his mind's eye. A weighted feeling came to his hands as he reached for the camera that hung around his neck. With quiet fingers he turned it on and shut off the flash, taking his time to zoom in and out for the perfect shot. He stepped forward, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her back. His hand stretched out before them, and he hoped she was looking at the camera when he took the picture.
Bouncing a foot away from her and in front of her he gazed down at the picture with a smile on his face. If this was the only time he'd ever be able to talk to her, if she shunned him away and if she ignored him after it all, then he would have something to remember her by. The boy looked up at her with a playful smile on his lips. An idea was forming in his mind as he stared at the girl that had changed his world in five minutes.
"That was so I would have something to remember you by, even though I have at least twenty others."
A small, mischievous smile was on his face as he stepped toward the girl, stopping directly in front of her. When he'd kissed her, she hadn't seemed to really hate the contact between their lips. Maybe it was possible that she actually liked it. If that was the case, then he would be just about the happiest kid in the world, next to the fat kid who just ate a huge chocolate cake. Pearly white teeth pulled on his lower lip as he leaned closer to her, his face a mere inch away from her own, his minty breath brushing her lips and cheek.
"I'm gonna kiss you Reed. I hope you don't mind."
His whisper ended short when he put his hands on either side of her face, gently brushing her hair back. Calvin's lips pressed against Reed's softly, first just a gentle pressure then it became harder, rougher, more needy. His lips moved against hers slowly and he pulled her closer to him. This had quickly become one of the fastest relationships he'd ever made, and it scared him and exhilarated him all at the same time. The young boy pulled her closer, holding her waist with both hands. His heartbeat quickened as the kiss deepened. He only hoped she wouldn't resent him for all that he had done and was still doing. |
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