Thread: The School Trip (ShiroKuma)

Despite regretting the way shed recoiled from the slightest touch of Rens tail, there really wasnt anything she could do about it once itd been done. Mira was no expert when it came to reading the expression of others, but even she could tell that her exaggerated withdrawal had been interpreted negatively by the young male who quickly shuffled away after giving her a slight grin. Mira tried to respond with a small smile of her own, but a moment later turned away, realizing that a frown or scowl would be the best she could manage. She knew she was acting unprofessional and immature, in retrospect she should have just walked up to Ren and his friends at the time and told them off for speaking lewdly about her, or at least discussed it with one of her male colleagues so that the issue wouldnt get too out of hand. Instead shed run off and hid in her office for a good few minutes before calling the front office to inform them she was feeling unwell and wouldnt be able to conduct her afternoon classes. Sorry Ren she whispered inaudibly. Watching as Ren shuffled his way down the walkway and towards a group of boisterous students. A mixture of relief was tainted by regret upon seeing Ren leave. The warm sunny day suddenly feeling a lot colder now that she was alone on the bus. Her hand subconsciously crept to where Ren had been sitting, her fingers trailing against the faint warmth that lingered. As the bus continued to speed down the streets Mira dared a few longing glances towards Ren and his group of friends. An overwhelming sense of loss and incompleteness forcing her to turn away each time. She knew she had to fix things up between them, she was supposed to be looking out for Ren and the other students, not worrying them with her depressing anti-social introvertedness. The agonizingly slow trip to the resort was more than enough time for Mira to collect and organize her thoughts. The sound of chattering teenager completely blocked out from her mind. For the first time in a few years shed had time to herself, not having to worry about how shed present her next class or what shed do in preparation. Instead she focused her entire mind on one thing fixing her relationship with Ren. She was confident in her ability to plan, but maintaining the courage to go through with it was another matter entirely. When the bus finally grinded to a halt, Mira politely excused herself, allowing Mr Adams and his wife to instruct the students, telling them how they were to collect their luggage and wait patiently before being instructed to head to their rooms. As enticing as the sea was, it would have to wait. Oh Ren there you are an annoyingly cheerful voice called out, followed by a rather demanding hand waving Ren over towards a sleek black limousine. Perfect timing, could you help me carry this stuff to my room? the blonde girl asked jerking her head towards a smartly dressed chauffer unloading several suitcases from the trunk of the vehicle. Bernadette was an attractive young girl, though she did have a tendency to put on a bit more make up than necessary. Unlike Ren who looked dressed for the beach, Bernadette looked as if she were about to enter a beauty pageant. Diamond earrings dangling from her ears, and large white pearls adorning her neck. Even her black silken dress was speckled with gems that glittered in the sunlight. Meanwhile the chauffeur continued to unload more and more bags. And after what felt like the millionth bag, Ren would be forced to acknowledge that not all the bags belonged to his supposed girlfriend, in fact he could be pretty certain that the surfboard and bag with swimming trunks hanging off the side didnt belong to Bernadette. Such thoughts would be confirmed a moment later as a familiar voice spoke out from inside the limousine. Managed to get ahold of your loyal little runt Bern? a male voice asked, followed by a few suppressed giggles. Due to the tinted windows itd been impossible to see the insides of the limo, but thanks to a certain jock winding the windows down, Ren would be able to see seven people lounging around inside, half of which were male. Carry our bags furboy, and we might consider feeding you a girl chipped in, grabbing one of the drinks from the table and splashing it out the window, the crimson liquid flying through the air and narrowly missing the red panda. A burst of laughter unsurprisingly followed, and while Bernadette herself didn't laugh, the amused grin on her lips gave away how she thought the exchange was humorous.