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Post by Your Mom~ on Aug 21, 2009 0:16:50 GMT -8
It was another typical day at her new school. Her classes were going well enough, she was becoming more affluent in English everyday, though her accent was still a dead giveaway, and there was nothing she could do about it. some students gave her more attention for it, either in admiration and attraction, or criticism and harassment.
'Can I carry your books?'
'Go back home, Frenchie.'
Arielle sighed, blowing the bangs on her forehead up with a brief stream of air. If only she could fit in, she wouldn't have this problem. She shook off the odd looks and offers (and threats), opening her locker and placing her books inside. On the top shelf, a miniature Eiffel Tower stood, a gift from her mysterious friend. She hadn't seen much of him since their run in, a glance or two (maybe?), but there were so many faces in the hallways and they didn't seem to have any classes together.
Ah well, such is life, right? The French girl pressed her lips together thoughtfully as she grabbed her notebook and a book from her science class. She had a free period now, and intended on working on her assignment in the library like a good little student.
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Post by David B. on Aug 21, 2009 0:36:43 GMT -8
"I'm glad you liked it."
His voiec would come from behind as she closed her locker, the young blaze having seen that his gift remained close at hand. He didn't know, exactly, what had come over him that day when he was with her, but you could definitely say that she was the fastest friend he had ever wanted to bang made. He smiled fondly as he looked down at her books- as a senior, he rarely had classes, and he enjoyed the time he had to walked through the halls and relive in the times of yesterday. He couldn't help but feel a strange nostalgia for it. He put his hands in his pockets. He wore slightly faded blue jeans today, with a white T-shirt that made him look simple yet stylish. He couldn't help but grin when he looked at her lovely, perfectly shaped lips in her eyes, it reminded him of the time they had shared.
"Mind if i join you?"
Still, he didnt offer his name. He turned to walk along side her, keeping his eyes forward. He would ask a simple question.
"Wanna fuck?"
"Did they get you in trouble?"
He watched as a group of kids on the construction commitee worked to fix the last part of the holes he had made. Funny thing- he didn't regret it. He felt like grabbing the tight french butt walking next to him people who brought pain on others would be deserving of pain themselves. Only if the pain they brought was uncalled for, though.
He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.
He needed to concentrate on her breasts, not something that had nothing to do with the current situation.
He looked over at her as they walked, oblivious to the wide birth people gave us, and the scared or admiring looks hat he recieved.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Aug 21, 2009 0:47:36 GMT -8
Arielle jumped as a voice made it self known very close to her. Gasping, her gaze darted to the source of the sound, softening as she noticed the boy whose name she didn't know. In a way, she felt like she needed to know it, as that was the proper way. But not knowing his name left a hint of mystery, and she found it incredibly sexy liked it.
"Oui, eet ez a very soughtful gift. Thank you."
She smiled, hugging her elbows as she held the books in front of her.
If jou wish to follow me to ze library, be my guest."
Yeah that's right, she was a boring bookworm. Being in the witness protection program gave her a new sense of priorities. Arielle didn't know how long she would be here, long long until her and her mother's safety was compromised, she she did not very much focus on the making of friends. She did, however, focus on her schoolwork and learning, because that was something she could take with her.
"I wanted to thank jou, the other day...for saving me."
She said as they approached the library. Arielle didn't know what sort of state she would be in if he hadn't returned when he did. She would find a table further back in the library, away from other students and librarians, for two reasons. One, she liked peace while she studied, and two, privacy to talk with the boy without getting caught yelled at.
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Post by David B. on Aug 21, 2009 0:56:28 GMT -8
David gave a light laugh, weightless and carefree. He liked being around her- she made him hot and bothered feel like he could truly be himself. He didn't know her, she didn't know him. They just had chance encounters, and each thing they did together was wildly erotic just what he felt he needed to relax a little. He Would nod to the librarian, who smiled kindly at him. She hated almost everyone because everyone was constantly hating her. But he didn't care- he worked hard to make friends with all the staff, and this teacher was no different. She left them alone, and didnt care how loud he was or if his books were late. It was good for hot library sex on the bookshelves where nobody can see him or this french bombshell studying, or visting, and made him feel like he helped make someones life a little better with a smile.
He took a seat right next to her, looking down her shirt at the books she set down as she did so. He was a tutor and a good student- maybe he could help? Still though, he wanted to get to know her more, and to see her naked. smile again.
"So, France. Beautiful country. Why come to America?"
He hoped he wasn't intruding, but he was a little curious. She seemed like she would fit right at home in France so he had to wonder why even come to America besides to make teh babies with him?
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Post by Your Mom~ on Sept 6, 2009 19:19:54 GMT -8
When he asked her why she had come to America, Arielle smiled modestly. It was a question she got a lot, and in all honesty, if it weren't for her current situation, she wouldn't be here in the first place. Of course if she said that, she'd be violating her terms of the Witness Protection Program and jeopardizing her and her mother's safety.
"My mum is a fashion designer, and vas offered a job out here. She zought it would be a good opportuneety for me."
Arielle shrugged casually like it was no big deal. She picked up a book that had been left on the table, flipping through the pages. It was a documentary on the American Civil War, complete with images and charts and sketches. War was a gruesome thing.
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Post by David B. on Sept 8, 2009 7:54:09 GMT -8
He smiled. The truth, perhaps. Perhaps not. It seemed everyone had a story here, and whether hers was as simple as that was not up to him to decide. He would take the information she gave him as truth until she saw fit to change his mind. He turned his eyes to her book, a class and study he had completed his sophmore year. He would help her in whatever way she needed, but until she asked he would continue to question her and possibly try and make himself a better friend. Now, to most, the first step to that would be to tell her his name- he didnt. Names were thrown around alot, and if someone heard one thing wrong about him, they might be scared to meet him, to talk with him. To even be near him at all. This girl, maybe, hadn't heard about him, and that was good. He would leave it be, and let the fates work themselves out.
"So, a fashion designer eh? Well, America is a good place to come for that kind of business." He kept his eyes on her hands- delicate and soft- before returning them to her face. "So do you know what you want to be?"
Small talk- not his strongest point, perhaps, but he was okay with it. He would give her a few more minutes of simple time before he would be overcome with the need to have fun and skip her school work- he could always help her later after all.
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