Thread: Love and Kickboxing (Grave x EveningSky)

Brandon Hargrave all but ran from the classroom, Vanessa couldn't help but wonder if she said something to offend. Deciding to ask, she quickly collected her things and followed the stranger out, furrowing her brows as she watched his silhouette move swiftly out of the halls. Vanessa slightly raised her arm, covertly sniffing to see if she smelled foul in anyway. I smell like vanilla The brunette could not possibly think of any other reason, why such a guy would head for the hills after a brief conversation. Vanessa shrugged her shoulder and returned to campus life. Her schedule kept her free till the last class that evening. Which meant that meeting up with friends came next in Vanessa's book. A huge smile graced the brunettes face when she spotted her squad by their usual table. Every single one if her girls and their boyfriend's. The absence of Mark stirred the memory from earlier and instinctively Vanessa scanned the large cafeteria for the arrogant jock. He, however, was no where to be seen. Probably shagging someone in a broom closet Vanessa snorted Typical... What took you so long? Megan, the blonde of the group asked. Stopped by the library to finish up some papers She lied I was with my father... Vanessa Vasselli may have been the bubbly happy girl to many on campus, but she was no bubbly fool. Telling anyone about her reality would mean putting herself up for ultimate scrutiny, social suicide she called it. Being five hours, and twelve minutes away from home meant that no one knew of her father. It had not occurred to her friends that Vanessa Vasselli was a rich girl, a girl with dangerous connections. The occasional vists from her father had been unwarranted-but Victor Vasselli could not be swayed. His concern for Vanessa made him a frequent flyer to San Jose. Bringing money that his daughter did not like, money that she donated to charities without his knowledge. There was no part of her father's life that Vanessa Vasselli did not hate. Heard you made out with someone in Horowitz class Samantha winked Rumours We didn't make out...I gave him a small peck...it was nothing to talk about Samantha smiled But they're all talking...Vanessa kissed the new boy Vanessa reached over to her friend's tray, taking her half eaten chicken sandwich. Allowing herself a nice big bite. Brandon Hargrave is it? Melanie asked typing away at her laptop Yeah...strange one Vanessa quipped Well no shit Melanie turned her laptop toward her friends, their boyfriend's showing more interest in Melanie's findings. So? Vanessa shrugged What do you mean so? He's a fucking kickboxer...a champion Paul chuckled The girl's nodded uninterestingly. However, that same night...Vanessa sat in the darkness of her dorm room, googling the mysterious stranger. Watching videos of his many victories, soaking in just how amazing her classmate was in the ring. A stark contrast to the simple boy she kissed. Then again, she knew nothing about Brandon Hargave. Vanessa Vasselli spent hours looking up every website that provided anything Brandon Hargrave related. Reading facts and fiction alike, the man himself-she realised...was a real superstar in his arena. Live broadcast... she muttered moving her index finger across the smooth surface of her laptop, tapping lightly, the link instantly taking her to a page that buffered within minutes. Vanessa was now a spectator among many of a match that was occurring in Las Vegas. The realisation sent a chuckle flowing through, her roommate shooting a dirty look across the black room. Vanessa cared not for what she didn't see. Angela however could see the small smile playing on Vanessa's lips as she stared at her laptop screen, the light from such a small device illuminating Vanessa's face.