Life in Nowhere IC

He pressed their desks together mouthing the words "Project" to the teacher, who nodded in understanding. He quickly leaned over and kissed her lips, smudging his black lipstick onto her mouth. "So in otherwords, you're trying to make me feel uncomfortable as all hell yes? That's an interesting experiment, one I could easily best you in."

She coughed just barely, surprised with the kiss. Fortunately she was smart enough to not comment on the lipstick. "What? I'm trying to avoid awkward situations, because... well... I'm older. Hell, I'm an adult technically, so..." She let the sentence hang as she stared out at the board. She didn't want, or need to go there. Not yet at least.

"Look back here.." He grabbed her chin and turned her face, wiping the lipstick off her mouth with a black hankerchief. "Don't mind my makeup, it tends to run a bit more. And if you're an adult you realize having sex with me back there would be rape, and I could just old that over your pretty little cheerleader head for the longest time.."

She tightened her lips, looking down at the table. "I guess I conveniently forgot that." Her fingers ran along the table idly. "Again, I'm sorry about the way I acted before. I wouldn't have forced anything I swear, but when you're used to getting what you want, it's hard to stop yourself."

"Heh, if you're that much of a nymphomaniac, then just say the word and we can go fuck back in the little clearing you wanted us to be in." He smirked, sufficiently encouraged that he had embarassed her, despite how much of a lie that may fucking be. But whatever would help his innermost damaged feelings of desiring female affection.

She took a deep breath, keeping herself under control. "No, it was a stupid suggestion. If you don't want to, then I am mature enough to accept that." She quickly scribbled out some random lines to give the impression that she was actually doing work. "By the way, what is a nymphomaniac..."

"That, my dear, would be what others would call a sex addict. And obviously, given the aura you're providing for my minds eye, you do not think it's stupid and were serious on taking up my offer. It's up to you." He opened his personal journal, reading through his progressions he had shown over the past year through attempting to practice magick. He moved along to the nearest date, almost blushing at it.

She closed her eyes and slumped her head on the desk. "I can't be an addict to something I've never had, can I?" She stared down at the paper. Despite her observation of the board, nothing was coming to her. This was a very, very bad idea. "I try not to be stupid if I can help it."

"Sum quod sum, es quod es. I am what I am, and you are what you are. It's fully possible, if your urges are strong enough. And my offer stands true. I've never been someones first anyways. And you're not fucking stupid." He sighed. He hated self put-down unless it was fucking valid, like he did to himself.

She looked up again, biting her tongue while she thought about what to say. "The clearing would be a poor choice anyway. How about we talk more at your place first, it's safer, and I get to see all the cool things you mentioned." Pushing her hair back over her shoulders, she looked down again and continued to stare while trying to work out what to write.

He breathed out slowly. That last journal entry.. His hand slowly extended, shaking lightly, before it touched her inner thighs. Soft.. so silky soft.. God her skin was like pure fucking heaven for the short time. He slid his hand down and whispered out a few words. "Non me tenent, et placeat tibi..." He remembered the phrase he had to speak. His lips pursed slightly. The hell was he doing? This wasn't him. This was fucking hormonal him. The risk taker, the idiot..

She kept her facial expression the same, avoiding drawing any attention. She couldn't help a small smile escaping though. She closed her legs around his hand, moving her own towards the top of the table. "Enjoy it." She opened her legs again, raising her hand. "Mind if I go to the toilet?" Winking at him as she left, she casually walked towards the ladies room nearby.

He laughed and pulled his hand in, writing a small page about Wendigo psychoses and handing it to the teacher. Of course, since it was a first day, this wasn't necessary, but he insisted on turning it in. Nothing like people going mad and believing they have to eat human meat to keep from becoming monsters or some shit. "Ah that fucking woman is so crazy over me.. I guess I'm a chick magnet."

Washing her hands to remove all the scrawls caused by her pen flicking, she glanced at herself in the mirror. What was she meant to see? A different version of herself? Scrubbing until her hands were sore, she dried them off and returned with the same casual air. Hopefully this time she wouldn't get ink all over her hands.

He smiled as she returned, closing his journal swiftly. An entry read. More knowledge remembered. He blew a kiss as she entered. "Oh hey there baby, how're you doing? I missed you. Was your trip to check up on the status of dampness an exciting one? I'm sure I've had quite the effect on you." He was downright teasing her now.

She rolled her eyes but otherwise didn't comment. "It's already passed for the month if you must know." She stared down at the paper again. When she thought about it, she didn't actually have to do anything worth reading in the view of things. She wrote out several lines of why she disliked the canteen food before continuing. "For the record I had ink on my hands."

He spoked calmly. "I meant you got wet, not that you were bleeding out your crotch woman." He sighed and cracked his neck, awaiting the bell. Of course she'd become irritating really fast. He couldn't stand it. "Oh my, ink on your hands, how sad. Here." He turned his arm upwards and pulled the fishnet up, revealing a scar or two on his forearm, specifically over his veins.

She winced as he revealed the scars. "I have a habit of scrawling on my hands." Her tongue was in danger of bleeding from how hard she was biting it. "I'm sorry, I misunderstand stuff when I'm trying to think of something." Her hand moved to his arm. The thought of self harming came to mind, but she quickly pushed it away. It wasn't her business, and it meant nothing about what he was now.

He smiled at her and heard about the habit. It made him laugh a little. "Yeah don't worry. Are you curious as to how I got them hm? What could possibly drive this devilishly handsome summoner to drag a cold steel blade across his forearms? I'll tell you, if you ask." He felt like sharing his story. He'd told countless spirits and demons, even his therapist once. He laughed about telling another human being.

She released the hold on her tongue, retracting her hand. "If you like. I was just concerned, I've heard a lot of rumours about goofs prowling around with knives, assaulting anyone who has money. Kids who just don't care about school." She decided to refrain from saying more, letting him speak instead.

"When I was five I was a happy little toddler. Oh yes, very content, until my father blew my mother's brains out onto the harlequin wallpaper. Ahh yes and of course that's affected me. So to remind myself I'm still alive, I drag the knife across me, painfully and slowly. Oh yes.. The absolution is.. ecstatic." He shivered and bit his tongue a little. No use getting excited.

She lowered her head in shame. After she had been so casual on how her own mother died. And there he was, losing both parents to one act. "Hey, I'm sorry I was casual about it before." She glanced at her watch. Class was almost over at least. Session with the cheerleaders. "Whatever you want, I'll do my best to provide."

"I'm not THAT sexual. And hey don't fuckin' sweat it, I got over her real fast.. Beautiful woman though she was, I'm not going to obsess like some matripheliac." He sighed and cracked his neck. Just about fucking leaving time. Just what he needed more boring classes..

She rolled her eyes again. "I didn't mean that. Just, if you needed someone to talk to, or something to do. For instance... I get discounts on food and drink at the arcade..." She packed up her things and turned to him fully. "I kinda, exaggerated when I said estate. It's more of a farm outside of town, and the Porsche is, a horse." She braced herself for inevitable laughing. Wouldn't be the first time.

"Awesome, I love horses. Fucking majestic beasts." He stood slowly and cracked his neck. "I think I still have the high score on Pac-Man, if the initials DGD are still up there. That's Dark God's Drudge, by the way. Hehehe.." He picked up his journal, making sure she saw before leaving along with the bell. Oh lovely, up next was science. God damn biology and its incising upon the dead.