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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 27, 2007 13:02:37 GMT -5
Esme finished the last page quickly. She may not be into school but she was a fast reader. Not stupid, just uninterested.
"But....what?" she whispered.
"Shhh....ask questions later....will you join me?" he asked.
"uh..." He had hope in his eyes. She thought of who meant more, O or everyone else. "Yes." she said it. Did she meant it. Yes. She loved him. Yes.Yes. Yes.Yes. Yes? Yes!
He kissed her. She had been on the end of the bed but now she lay underneath him. Yes, was apparently the correct answer.
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Post by Jenny on May 27, 2007 13:07:36 GMT -5
'Esmé? Bea?'
Olaf was apparently uninterested, happier than she thought she'd ever seen him. She wasn't even sure he was hearing Kit at all. She was getting more and more worried suddenly about the fact that he had pinned her down on the bed without the door locked.
'O,'
He wasn't hearing her or Kit anymore it seemed. He smiled up at her and all at once she realized he wanted to get caught.
'What are you doing?'
Again, he didn't answer her. He was waiting for someone to find them, find her with the information and them together. She couldn't believe he was doing it.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 27, 2007 13:13:36 GMT -5
"O....O...get off me." she whispered. She tred to push him off with her knees but couldn't. He was kissing her neck, and he had her wrists pinned against her matress. The blue comferter pooled around her head. He transfered one of her wrists to his other hand so that she had her arms above her head, and he could use one hand to pulled off the straps of hre camisole. "Olaf!" she exclaimed in a whisper. "what the hell are you doing?"
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Post by Jenny on May 27, 2007 13:25:03 GMT -5
'Getting caught,' he told her, perfectly loudly enough to be heard through the door and out into the living room. Some one was calling her outside, but she was almost ure it couldn't be Kit's voice. But she'd heard her the first time... God, was there more than one person outside?
Olaf was still smiling a little. He was starting to almost scare her. He hadn't ever defied her wishes before. If she said stop, that's what he did. Not like this. She'd been telling him to stop for what felt like ages and he still had a hold of her.
'No!' she cried, frustrated, staring at the door in terror. She'd realized that he'd undone her top sufficiently for whoever saw them to see it but not completely. He'd done the same with her jeans, holding her legs with one of his and holding her wrist with his hand, still insistently kissing her and ignoring whatver she was saying.
'Esme!'
She looked to the side. It probably couldn't have been worse. Not only was Kit in the doorway, but Jerome,. who'd obviously been seeking Beatrice was standing at her side.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 27, 2007 13:45:27 GMT -5
Esme could see it. It was the end of her school career. No more learning for her. Ever. She had accepted a life with Olaf, in not just in his plan but living with him and giving up everything else too.
Jerome's face was pricless. His jaw was on the floor.
"Oh!" Esme breathed, Olaf finally let go of her.
"Professor O." Jerome was gaping at him now. Unbeleiving.
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Post by Jenny on May 27, 2007 13:50:11 GMT -5
Olaf stood up, and Esmé sat up quickly to pull her top back up and turn to her friend and the nerd.
'I can explain,' she convinced, but she couldn't. Not to their satisfaction.
'I'd like to see you try.'
She glared at Olaf for that and suddenly it hit him. This was the end of it for her. Neither of the two people in fron tof her (They thought) would probably ever speak to her again.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 27, 2007 13:53:08 GMT -5
"Uh......extra credit?" she said feebly. Not a laugh, nothing. Just Jerome leave the room, the building and heading for the front office.
"Jerome!" Esme called. She followed him for a minute but stopped in the hallways an came back to the room were Kit stood there looking at Olaf.
"You're a little sick you know. Sleeping with girls Esme's age." she scolded.
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Post by Jenny on May 27, 2007 14:01:17 GMT -5
Olaf folded his arms in the face of Kit scolding him.
'It's a little strange, you know,' he said happily. 'Getting told off by a student.'
'I won't be your student much longer,' she said. She had always been quick for comebacks and always spot on.
'Besides,' he continued. 'It's perfectly consensual.'
'If only just legal.'
'But,' he nodded. 'Still legal.'
Esmé was back, putting her hair in a bun to keep it out of her eyes and avoiding looking back at Kit.
Kit didn't leave it. 'Are you alright, Esmé?'
She said nothing, looking out into the hallway where Jerome had disappeared she had no doubt in her mind that he would tell someone immediately.
Olaf leant back on the desk. 'Besides,' he said to Kit. 'You dont know I'm sleeping with her. Not yet.'
'What else would you want her for?'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 27, 2007 14:07:02 GMT -5
"Just cuddles, I'm sure." Kit said.
"Yes." Olaf laughed.
"You're full of it. You were holding her down." Kit accused.
"I was not." Olaf said.
"Esme?"
"He was-....not.." he added feebly, applying lipstick, her defense against the world.
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Post by Jenny on May 27, 2007 14:14:11 GMT -5
Kit rolled her eyes. 'He was too. And what's the lipstick for? Who are you trying to impress this time, the Head?'
Esme glared at her. 'That was uncalled for.'
'You've been irresponsible,' Kit said angrily. 'Just you wait until Beatrice finds out--'
'Hey, she sounds more like your father than I look.'
'Shut up,' Esme laughed.
'Jacknifing back the topic a minute or so,' Olaf said in a very cool way. 'I might just add that Esmé likes being held down.'
Esmé threw a coat hanger at him, but she was laughing.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 28, 2007 21:13:52 GMT -5
He caught it and threw it into her closet. "Don't be wrekless in the dorms miss." he scolded, laughing.
"I'm going to my room. I'll be waiting there when the head shows up for questioning." Kit said, leaving.
"Esme, you should know....there's not getting out of it...maybe you should make it look more obvious." Olaf suggested
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Post by Jenny on May 29, 2007 12:03:16 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow. 'MORE obvious?' she said incredulously. 'We've got two witnesses. It's pretty obvious.'
Olaf was already about the room, messing the bed a little and discarding one pillow randomly.
'Undo your hair,' he ordered. 'There was no point putting it up in the first place.'
'It's gone frizzy!'
'Nobody cares.'
She wondered, fleetingly, if this was what she was getting expelled for, but said nothing.
'Look upset,' he told her.
'If I look too upset they'll think you tried to rape me or something,' she laughed.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 29, 2007 15:04:15 GMT -5
Olaf looked in the mirror and messed up his hair he undid his top buttons and kicked off a shoe.
"Olaf.." esme was laugh. He grabebd her and pulled her in. He brought his lips to her neck trying to make even more marks on her than he already had. She squirmed and fouhgt but eventually gave up to it. He has his way of soothing her into what he wanted.
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Post by Jenny on May 29, 2007 17:01:03 GMT -5
Jerome arrived back quickly with a few tutours and teachers behind him. Olaf sat down once he was sure they'd all seen them, putting his shoe back on as if it had been accidentally kicked off.
'Olaf,' M said from the door. 'This is ridiculous.'
'I'm not being too harsh on her anymore, though M.'
M was not amused. 'Come now. Explain all this. There must be some sort of mistake.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 29, 2007 17:29:52 GMT -5
"The explanation.... is that those short skirts she wears were getting to me." Olaf laughed.
Esme looked at the floor, covering her neck with her hair.
"Esme, you accept this?" he asked.
"Anything to bring my mark up..."
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