Thread: ʂἶʂէεɾlყ l♡νε [[ Aeris & As_Day_Fades ]]

Naturally, stalkers are welcome to stalk, creepers are welcome to creep, and weirdos are allowed to... weird. And stuff. Just no posting unless you're Aeris or AsDayFades ! Paige Valentine Did anyone pay care for the last day of school? Of course not. She couldn't have paid less attention to her English teacher's lecture on the importance of summer reading. Apparently she explained how it enriched the soul, stimulated the mind, and kept one's vocabulary strong after such a long absence from a center of forced education. That was basically what school was to her. Her dark violet irises fixated carefully on the second hand of the clock. She had an incredibly bored expression on her face. Her elbow was planted on her desk, the palm of her hand propping her chin up, her thin digits curled and pressed against her cheek, her half-open eyes gazing blankly at the time, her plush red lips pursed, her other hand tapping the eraser end of a pencil rhythmically against the desk... Paige! barked the stout professor furiously, both of his hands placed firmly on his hips. The girl's eyes shot open, her back straightening like a tree branch snapping back in place. The man standing in front of the class had large circular glasses, a bit of stubble on the end of his chin, defined wrinkles that revealed just how old he was, and a bit of a tubby belly. Paige... would you like to repeat to the class the importance of summer reading? He tapped his ruler against the table several times, his face lighting up with feigned enthusiasm. Well, go on! Come on, you were listening... weren't you? He knew how to be a serious asshole. Stand up, tell the class what you heard. She cursed under her breath, grumbling several other rude obscenities. Yes Mr. Deitrick, Paige muttered bitterly, shifting her body until she was standing tall. Might as well wing it, not like she could be penalized on the last day of school. She clenched a hand into a fist and put it to her mouth, coughing to clear her breath. She inhaled deeply and... The bell rang. That was it. School was over. No more of this for a whole year. Her heart fluttered with joy, the classroom erupted with laughter and boisterous screaming. The students immediately exited the class and flooded into the halls, the entire school screaming in a deafening din. Secretly she cheered on the inside, though the fact that Mr. Deitrick's attention was solely on her hindered her ability to properly express her happiness. She smiled and brushed a lock of purple hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She sauntered up to her teacher with a smug look over her face - a defeated look on his. she teased, Well, I suppose I won't be able to tell the class after all, hm? Oh no, you won't be able to, he retorted coolly. Something was the matter. He wasn't nearly as devastated as he should have been. However, when you're in my class next year, you can be the first to give a report on one of the four books you read! Boom, head shot. He chuckled and adjusted his tie, giving a quick nod to her. Well, I'll see you next year, Ms. Valentine. Be sure to read your books, and don't forget to write an essay on one. He shut his briefcase and merrily walked out the room, a slight hop in his step. She groaned, her arms hanging lazily at her sides and her head tilted backwards. Ah... fuck. Paige wasn't a very hard worker, but school was incredibly easy as a freshman. She usually spent most of her time chatting online or hanging out with friends, or playing with her older brother. Yes, her older brother. She wasn't afraid to admit that she loved him very much. The fact was, they were closer than most siblings... in a number of ways. He would always be there to comfort or protect her, and she'd - usually - be there to back him up. If he ever got stuck in an emotional rut she'd cheer him up. Whenever she started screwing up in grades, he'd tutor her. It wasn't like they didn't have their own qualms, oh no. She hated it when he teased her with his tickling and rubbing. Well... she didn't exactly hate it, but it made her uncomfortable. What was weirder was that her brother... sometimes bathed with her. It started off as a joke, like, Oh crap, I need to take a shower before I go to my friend's house! just as he said, I need to take a shower before I hang out downtown! Something along those lines. They didn't have enough time to take showers separately, so she teasingly joked that they should take one together. He took her seriously and agreed. She couldn't exactly talk her way out of it either. She tried to subtlety persuade him not to take a bath with her, but her attempts failed. It was just him. And her. In the shower. Naked. The strange stuff that happened in there - she liked to keep it out of her personal life. The dirty touches he gave to her rear, the massaging feels he gave to her shoulders, the accidental brush of his arousal against her stomach. She wasn't going to lie and say she wasn't slightly interested in his size. When she did peek, she figured he was impressively large. For a girl as popular and beautiful as Paige, who was affectionately nicknamed the 'hottest girl in school' and the 'girl I'd bang in a second' by the freshmen, sophomore, junior, and senior boys, she was incredibly inexperienced in any sort of sexual conduct. Of course, she was just fifteen... but still. She knew several girls who had their cherries popped in seventh and eighth grade. Most everyone would have expected her to be one of them. Rumors often circulated around the throngs of gossip that she gave a random guy a blowjob, or that she had sex with five boys at once. Naturally she dismissed them without a second thought. It didn't bother her that she was jerk off material to them. But enough of that. Back to her lovable brother. He was a good person, a great friend, the best sibling... yet there was something odd about his actions toward her that felt off putting. Paige never tried to physically or verbally push him away, she took on the advances freely, but she was starting to wonder if that was such a good idea. Moving to her locker, she quickly dialed her combo and let the lock slip loose. Just as she was about to open it to retrieve her barely used books, she felt a strong force push it closed. Glaring to the side, the purple-haired beauty saw a group of four junior boys, all of them studying her suggestively. Ungh, what the hell do you want Mike? she said with disgust. The douchebag known as Mike was one of those preppy kids that thought it was cool to wear hats in school tilted to the side, and that popping his collar made him 'ghetto'. I'm going home, so you can just forget about it. Aw, what's the hold up for girl? You know that I've missed you for a while now. Why don't you talk t' me anymore? He slammed her locker shut a second time, his goonish friends laughing with delight behind him. They were like drones that did whatever Mike told them to mindless and stupid were proper adjectives. Leave me alone, please, she repeated, snatching her books the third time she opened her locker. She began running for the school's main entrance until a tight grip fastened around her wrist. She was pulled back and pushed into the boy's rough chest, grunting on impact. She looked up at him with spite, but he must have thought it was cute since he kept teasing her. Why do you gotta be such a cockblock? he joked, pressing her body closer to his. Come on, I'll treat you real nice. It'll be fun I swear. He was met with a quick knee to the groin, causing the student to buckle to his knees with his hands cupping his gravely injured dignity. He probably wouldn't be using that for a few weeks, considering the force of her hit. Y-you little bitch... Get the fuck away from me! she screamed angrily, her uproar causing a few stray heads to turn. She ran into the school's main parking lot with book bag in hand. She looked around frantically for her brother's car... where was he? Paige didn't want to be around when Mike decided to go chasing after her again. This is the worst time to be late... where the hell are you? she said in her mind, gritting her teeth. Sadly, this was just an average day in the life of Paige Valentine. Get screwed over by a teacher, get humiliated in class, almost get raped... Sounded pretty normal to her.