|
Post by Hanna Squalor on May 7, 2007 16:17:14 GMT -5
"Brown suits you just fine." Kit offered.
G looked at Esme's hair again. "Blonde looks better" she pouted.
Esme smiled falsely at then. She lay her head on the table.
|
|
|
Post by Jenny on May 8, 2007 15:46:59 GMT -5
They weren't as bad as she would have liked them to be, but Geraldine prattled on about her hair for too long and Jerome was just so plain boring. She had never, she said to herself, liked Kit. And never, ever would.
At the time she was more concerned about her reputation. She couldn't sit with nerds! She was already getting strange looks from some of her friends. She was almost comfortable-- though a lot of the conversation surpassed her concentration levels and was related to things she knew nothing about they were making an effort to include her at least.
And it had been nice of Jerome to sit beside her when she was looking so miserable. In fact, she was almost grateful...
....That was until he crossed his last line, curling an arm around her shoulders as if in unrequieted affection. She pushed him off with a splutter of panicked words, looking around as if scared someone might have seen.
She was thankful for him sitting there, yes. And for offering the cake. But there was a very prominent and unspoken "no-touching" rule.
|
|
|
Post by Hanna Squalor on May 9, 2007 15:04:46 GMT -5
Esme found herself storming off her her second home, the drama room. Olaf sat there having a sandwich and reading the newspaper. "Back already? If you're still moody I don't want to hear it." Olaf's insensitivity was almost unbearable.
"No I...." she needed an excuse to stay, otherwise he would kick her out for moping. "wanted to see you." she lied coming around to rub his shoulders. Anything was better than going back to the nerds.
|
|
|
Post by Jenny on May 10, 2007 13:54:38 GMT -5
He leant back in his chair, one curl hanging in front of his eyes from her standing behind him. He laughed, swiping it out of the way a little from where he sat. She tucked it behind her ear before leaving him for a minute to pull up a chair and sit beside him.
He pushed another sandwich across the table to her with the newspaper in front of them both so that she could read it. She pushed the sandwich back at him.
'Eat it,' he told her after a moment. 'When I saw you earlier you looked like a stick person.'
She pushed him and the newspaper fell out of his hands as he tried to push her back.
|
|
|
Post by freeeagle on May 13, 2007 8:27:44 GMT -5
I'll join, and probably get left in the dust again. *shrugs* Okay, so how about Beatrice?
|
|
|
Post by Jenny on May 13, 2007 8:34:44 GMT -5
Hanna's been off for a few days and so I don't know what she'll say, but I'd love you to join. And I will take Lemony's part this time so that when you post I'll post back as him. Hopefully this will mean that we won't go ahead too much without you.
=)
|
|
|
Post by freeeagle on May 13, 2007 8:36:57 GMT -5
I was hoping that maybe Beatrice could steal Jerome's affection and then Esme would be jealous that he likes someone else, even though she doesn't like him. Confusing, I know.
Any way, here it goes:
Beatrice emerged from behind the bookshelves, giving Lemony a quick kiss on the cheek before she left. They could only meet in secret, Beatrice knew, because Esme would never approve of one of her friends dating a "bookworm". She couldn't wait to meet him in their usual spot for root beer floats that afternoon.
Beatrice's dark hair was falling out of it's perfect ponytail, normally curled and fastened with a white ribbon. Her blouse had a few buttons undone, baring her fair skin, and her shortened skirt was off-center. One of her socks was pushed down to the ankle. Beatrice straightened up her appearance and reapplied the coat of cherry-coloured lip gloss she normally wore. She fingered the silver locket around her neck and gazed around the library.
Beatrice blanched when she saw Esme's notebook sitting on a nearby table. That was one of the reasons she chose the library for meeting Lemony during school; because she knew Esme hardly set foot there. She looked over her shoulder, half expecting to see Esme behind her. But she wasn't there. Beatrice breathed a sigh of relief. She was probably hanging around the drama room like always. Winking surreptitiously in Lemony's direction, she pushed her way through the library doors and headed for the drama room.
"Esme?" she called down the hallway. She probably had another detention with the drama teacher. He was always so much stricter on her than the rest of them.
|
|
|
Post by Jenny on May 13, 2007 9:41:58 GMT -5
(I'm going to wait for Hanna to post as Esme before I post as Olaf-- woah, did that make any sense?-- but I'll post as Lemony now...)
Lemony had tried to pick a book to read as Beatrice lft, but when he heard her call out for someone behind the library door, he decided joining her was far more interesting than even Leo Tolstoy at the moment.
'Who are you looking for?'he asked once outside, taking the notebook from her casually. Before she could answer, he buttoned up her blouse for her a little more, tutting.
She smiled at his confidence, and strightened his glasses, which were perched on the end of his nose awakwardly. 'Esmé. It's monumental-- I found her notebook in the library. It must mean she's been there!'
They laughed at their little joke.
|
|
|
Post by freeeagle on May 13, 2007 9:52:15 GMT -5
Beatrice blushed, undoing the buttons again, defiantly. They were standing much too close.What if someone were to see them together?
Beatrice took the notebook from him again. "Thanks for returning my notebook." she said, a little louder than necessary. "We can't be seen." she whispered Beatrice insistently, looking around again.
She saw no one. "Let's skip code class and do something fun." she continued, speaking a little more freely now. "We could go for a walk in the Financial District, or get a shaved ice."
|
|
|
Post by Jenny on May 13, 2007 10:29:49 GMT -5
Lemony linked his arm in with hers in a very chummy way without implying anything more than friendship. She smiled at him and rolled her skirt up with her free hand.
'That's far too short,' Lemony reprimanded her in a teacher-like way.
'Be quiet, you like it,' she laughed. 'Let's go se if Jacques wants to come with us.'
'And leave the notebook saomewhere airhead might find it,' Lemony added. She pushed him for that comment.
'Be nice,' Beatrice told him. 'She mightn't be the brightest crayon in the box, but she's alright once you know her.'
'I doubt that,' Lemony stated but didn't say anything more against her. Beatrice could like her if she wanted.
|
|
|
Post by freeeagle on May 13, 2007 10:45:51 GMT -5
Beatrice slipped the notebook under her arm and brushed her fingers lightly against Lemony's. "I'll just return it to her later." she answered. She was still a little cross about his 'airhead' comment, but decided to let it slide.
Beatrice unbuttoned the bottom of her blouse a little and tied the two corners together, showing her flat stomach. If they were skipping class, no one was really going to care about dress code.
"Don't you think that's a little inappropriate Bea?" he said disapprovingly.
She lowered her skirt a bit and did up an extra button on her blouse to placate Lemony. "Better?" she asked.
"A little." he said with a smile, although he probably still thought it was pretty bad.
|
|
|
Post by Jenny on May 13, 2007 11:02:23 GMT -5
She sighed. 'Prude,' she joked at him, skipping ahead. He followed her, not wanting to be left behind.
'We're going into town!' he defended. 'People'll see you!'
'What awful grammar,' she commented, imitating their grammar teacher. 'And you'll be there to protect me, won't you? It'll be nice. You never take me out.'
'You say we'll be seen,' he said defensively, but he put an arm around her as they were leaving.
|
|
|
Post by freeeagle on May 13, 2007 11:13:57 GMT -5
"By the wrong people is all I mean. But they're all in class, so we're completely safe." she said.
"We could do anything. No one's here to see us. I could even..." she trailed off, locking eyes with him. She leaned in and kissed him deeply.
|
|
|
Post by Jenny on May 13, 2007 11:27:22 GMT -5
Lemony raised his eyebrows as she pulled away. For once he was the one to look around to check if anyone was there.
She blushed a bit after that, and didn't say anything for a while as they reached the edge of the grounds.
Finally, Lemony spoke. 'Why does it matter so much,' he began. 'Whether we're seen or not?'
|
|
|
Post by freeeagle on May 13, 2007 11:55:53 GMT -5
"We've been through this," she said with an exasperated sigh, "Esme wouldn't approve of, you know, us. If she finds out, she'll tell me to dump you. And that girl knows how to cast a threat. If she doesn't know, she won't be able to tell me to do anything. It's just...easier this way. Esme's my friend, and I care about her too. I don't want to have to choose between you."
Beatrice felt guilty for caring so much about what the others thought, but Esme could take away a lot. Her role in the play, her friends, her grades. She was plenty nice when you were with her, but Beatrice had seen what she did to people who opposed her.
|
|