do you two always act like this? [rj/pascal]

[swanlake]

She was supposed to be meeting someone. Someone named RJ Teach, it would seem. Apparently, despite the fact that they were in different grade levels, they had become assigned partners for a project. They had the same class -- an English elective, it would seem -- and Alpha had chosen the special time to join the curriculum just as partners were being assigned. The teacher had decided she wanted to integrate her classes, which was the reason Alpha had yet to meet her new partner.


Then again, she was still the new kid. It wasn't hard to not know anyone, especially when it was still her first week. Hopefully, whoever this RJ was (what did RJ stand for, anyway?), they wouldn't be too annoyed with a student who still got lost when she attempted to find the bathroom on her own.


If they did, then she'd be in trouble.



It was a free period, and Alpha had asked her new teacher when would be the best time to meet with RJ. The older woman had told her that study periods would be best, and that she'd pass the message along to RJ to meet the brunette in the library during that time. That had been one of the choosing points when pairing the two together, after all. Similar schedules when it came to free time. Not because the teacher felt that Alpha would get along with RJ or anything. In fact, she really didn't feel it was her job to help the new girl make friends. She was just there for the paycheck.


And so there Alpha was, waiting in the library. She had chosen a table within sight of the door, so this new partner of hers would be able to spot her right on. Hopefully. Perhaps she should have chosen to stand near the door? Or maybe ask the librarian to point out the other student? Now her nerves were once again getting the best of her, and Alpha started to fidget. Smoothing the skirt of her pale pink dress, tapping her fingernails against the back of her book, flicking the pencil back and forth in her hand to the point where it was in danger of flying right out of her grip.


Yes, it was a bad idea to wait at a table. Maybe the other student wouldn't want to stay at the library. Maybe they'd want to go somewhere else, perhaps to an empty classroom or take a walk around the campus. Maybe they didn't want to start in on the project right away, as Alpha had assumed. They might want to get to know her.


She started to stand up, but froze about mid-height. What if she left, and then they suddenly came, looking for her? Oh, dear. It was best to stay put. With that, Alpha sat back down, pursing her lips as she made her decision.


Yes. She was going to stay right there.

[RJ TEACH]

Shit, shit, shit. RJ was running late. He KNEW this would happen. It always happened to him. Freddie had hidden his notes somewhere and it had taken way longer than it should have to dig them out from the dark corner behind the dresser where the twerp had stuffed them. Sometimes, RJ wished he could have a normal roommate. One who wouldn't shove things in random places just because he could. It would never happen, but a guy could dream, right?

RJ shuddered to think the reputation he would be tarnishing by showing up late looking disheveled and out of breath from sprinting down to the library from his dorm. This girl would think he was some kind of degenerate who was going to leave her to do the whole project by herself. She would think he was the type to just phone it in on group projects and let the other person handle it. Jesus, he was really going to have to step it up if he wanted to reclaim the suave, smart, stunning reputation he had worked so hard to build up in the private school since moving out to the city.

Just before he went barging in through the library doors, RJ stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm down. He had to be suave. Debonair. Collected. It was all a perfectly manicured look that he was going after. The last thing he wanted was to have this new girl come into the school and meet him thinking that he was just some stoner who couldn't give less of a fuck about school. He was an upstanding member of the school society, damnit, and he was going to keep people thinking that!

Strutting through the doors to the library, RJ scanned the room for anyone that looked particularly lonesome and unfamiliar. He'd been going here for three years. He OUGHT to have been able to pick out someone new and different almost immediately.

After a few moments of looking, he picked her out. There she was. The rather pretty young lady sitting at a table with all her books out. Scrutinizing her from afar, RJ decided that he could get along with her. He had been so preoccupied with making sure HE looked presentable, he had utterly forgotten the fact that his partner could have turned out like a female version of Freddie. This girl, Alpha or whatever, seemed more than pleasant and acceptably studious. He could totally deal with having her as a partner.

Walking over, RJ smiled congenially, trying to make up for the fact that he was so late. He extended his hand for a formal handshake upon arriving at the table. "Hey, you're Alpha, right? Alpha Megalos? I'm RJ Teach." He felt sufficiently proud of his people skills and his people-pleasing smile. This wouldn't be so bad after all.

[PASCAL FISCHER]

» Dr. Abigail Edstrom was lascivious. She most certainly thought Pascal couldn't see it, her poorly veiled longing for him, but oh, he could see it. He could see, plain as anything, the way she leered with those ravenous green eyes, the way she toyed with her voluminous cherry hair, a puerile attempt at flirtation. But who could blame her, so unfortunate a woman as to be faced with a student blessed with such unspoiled features as Pascal's. It was only natural, that the mere sight of the dewy-mouthed stud drove her wild with womanly lust. She certainly wouldn't be the first teacher, nor the last.

» "Mr. Fischer, if you want to get a good grade on this bibliography, I suggest you visit the library and collect some proper primary sources." Behind his teacher's words were two messages. The first and most obvious was "I think you really ought to do what I tell you, because I am your teacher" The second, which only Pascal was capable of perceiving, was "Yes, I am your teacher, but also I want to have sex with you." God, who did this woman think she was fooling, as she so hopelessly tried to maintain her professional facade? Eager to please his buxom mistress, Pascal offered her a quick wink (oh, she must have been melting after that) and went to the library.

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» Silence was poison.

» It hung in the air, existent but intangible, a hemotoxic gas that crept into your blood and curdled it, summoning untold agony, from which was born untold sorrow and untold wrath and untold other (generally negative) feelings.

» Thus, silence was an author, mused Pascal as he let the brutal quiet settle, the taste of its venom fresh on his tongue. Silence, merciless monster, was the author of untold tales that apprised of untold evils, written in colorless ink upon empty pages. Pascal waved a large hand over leather-bound volumes, each more boring than the last and each somehow less fascinating than the next. If only silence's untold book was available for reading at the Lewis Library; anything was better than this bullshit he had to cite for history. He hated history (though he most certainly did not hate his alluring educator). He hated books, he hated bibliographies, and more than anything, Pascal hated the library.

» The library, house of knowledge and logic and bountiful despair, where, amid the columns of colorful tomes, reality was abandoned in favor of a kingdom of wisdom, ruled by disagreeable silence itself. Here, where quietude was not detested but instead held on a pedestal, enforced even, by those happiness-loathing witches who called themselves librarians. Oh, Pascal hated the library, as vehemently as he hated silence itself.

» This was not to say that Pascal was bad at reading– after all, Pascal was not bad at anything. In fact, though Pascal did not often read, he would likely be nationally ranked among the very best of readers, were there such a ranking in existence. He imagined himself to be an echelon of the unspoken reading hierarchy, the humble prince of the literary kingdom, though he was admittedly uncertain how one would measure reading capability to begin with. Perhaps, just by being Pascal Fischer, one ought to be thought of as the most talented at all talents, even those as insignificant as reading. Because, really, when did reading ever come in handy? (Apart from in compiling unwarranted bibliographies assigned by lecherous teachers.)

» He blinked down at an especially tedious and unappetizing book, and aloud mumbled his aversion to such monstrosities. "Really, who the hell has the time to write this crap?" He glanced around, partly to see if he had aroused a smile from those around him (he had not, for they were clearly all humorless nerds), and partly to make sure no librarian was coming at him with a weapon. Oh, there it was. No, not a weapon, but worse. Someone shushed him. It was insanity, really– Pascal liked to talk. No, he loved to talk, and he was really very good at talking, especially at the highest decibel possible! But here, in this hellhole, everyone was always shushing you, or glaring at you, or threatening you with rulers; it was sad, really, how intimidated these people must have felt by him and his prattling prowess.

» And then, suddenly, someone spoke. Someone actually spoke, the bastard! And nobody even shushed him, or glared at him, and not a ruler was brandished! Who did this sad man think he was, strutting in and breaking all of the rules in one pitiful go. Pascal could only guess what sort of monstrosity could dare to do such a thing, and– oh, who was that? There, next to the goddamn rulebreaker (who, unsurprisingly, was that ugly, talentless boy, whose name Pascal couldn't quite recall). It was a girl, and in the entirety of his short time so far spent at Baum, Pascal was sure he had never seen this one before. And damn, you would think he would remember a girl who looked like that.

» With a wide, welcoming smile and complete disregard of what's-his-name, who must have thought he was so badass, having spoken, Pascal slid into place next to his unfortunate victim. "Well, hello there– I don't think we've met." He held out an open hand for shaking. "I'm Pascal."

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okay so this post ended up much longer than i anticipated, when
really only the last two paragraphs or so are vital to the thread. SORRY qq

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[swanlake]

Well, this was a predicament. Alpha's clear blue eyes widened slightly as she was approached by not one, but two male students. One claimed to be RJ Teach, offering his hand to shake, and the other... Well, he had sat down next to her and introduced himself to be Pascal, also offering his hand. If this wasn't a dilemma, Alpha wasn't sure what else could be.

Now, it wasn't a situation she normally found herself in. Both had offered her a hand to shake, and while Alpha could introduce herself, she certainly couldn't shake both their hands at once. So whose hand was she supposed to take first? Rj's or Pascal's?

As for the being approached by boys, that wasn't something Alpha was really surprised with. Her self-esteem was healthy enough that the young woman knew she was attractive to the opposite sex, a fact confirmed by the way Pascal had sauntered over. Normally, though, she had her older brothers around to protect her from any boys with unhealthy thoughts. So, perhaps this was another unfamiliar situation. No one was there to protect her from the bad guys, to be her brotherly hero. Crap.

"Umm, I'm Alpha," she said, as a response to Pascal and a confirmation for RJ. Now came the time for the handshakes. Which one first? She didn't want to seem rude to either male student, but she only had one hand that was proper to shake with.

Well, RJ had been there first, and was the first to offer his hand in welcome. It was only natural and most likely expected that she shake his hand, and then Pascal's. After all, he had greeted her first.

"It's a pleasure to meet both of you," she continued, shaking RJ's hand and then Pascal's. But then she had a situation again. She was there to work with RJ on an assignment, but it would be rude to ignore Pascal. Or dismiss him after they just met. But surely Pascal would mostly cause a distraction to not only her but RJ as well. And Alpha wanted a good grade on her first project, but she also wanted to make a good first impression on students who were trying to befriend her.

Ugh. Why was everything so complicated?

"Umm.....How are you both doing today?"

[RJ TEACH]

RJ had thought he'd be able to get this show on the road the minute he'd gotten there. He had foolishly assumed that, since he wasn't working on this project with Freddie he'd be able to get it out of the way pretty quickly without any other distractions besides the fact that he hadn't been able to find his notes. It took him all of five seconds after introducing himself to discover that he had been drastically mistaken.

If there were in fact some sentient creator or grand designer of the events of the universe it was obvious that he or she had some grudge against RJ Teach. To deliver him out of the hands of one of the least tolerable people in the whole of creation with the hopes of just one shining afternoon devoid of any insanity or distractions only to smash that hope by sending in yet another hyperactive disgusting d-bag was just too cruel to happen by chance.

Honestly, RJ should have been able to tolerate the insufferable asshole, at least as much as he tolerated Freddie anyway. They were practically the same person with their unholy levels of testosterone and bravado and cocky, overt sexualities. He supposed it was the fact that he already had ONE horny child to look after that made RJ none too happy to have to deal with another one. Soccer was bad enough with both of them constantly jockeying to show off and get control but now that they were both apparently intent on starting some kind of turf war with each other and dragging RJ into it along with them the whole thing was just unbearable.

Of course, RJ would still back Freddie throughout the whole thing. Because fuck this asshole.

RJ just wanted to smack that whore's smirk right off his face. The fuck did he think he was doing? This was s fucking library, not a club. He could find himself a girl to screw somewhere else. Right now RJ had to get to work on this project with this gorgeous Brit and get some of his homework done. He didn't have time to play the parent and keep the naughty little boy away from the sweet, forlorn girl. He just wanted to get this over and done with.

It wasn't without a certain sense of victory that RJ got the first handshake, shooting a quick glance to the asshat that thought he could just waltz right into the meeting just to make sure he got the message that he was an intrusive little fucker that wasn't wanted anytime soon. "Well, I'm just great, Alpha," RJ said, quickly cutting in to make sure that little brat didn't have the opportunity to talk first. He had to make sure he took charge and had the upper hand here. "I'm more than ready to get this project over and done with though. You know how crazy strict Mr. Daniels can be." He flashed her a toothy grin, trying his best to remain suave and debonair under the trying influence of the dickhead who insisted on butting in.

[PASCAL FISCHER]

» Alpha. It was a pretty name. A sexy name– a sexy name for a subtly sexy girl, with her big baby blues and her soft lips, her endearing little frown. Pascal's decidedly charming grin broadened even more, elongated to complement that little frown; she looked perlexed. Probably perplexed as to why a man so handsome as he thought to greet a girl so substandard as her. (She was obviously quite pretty, but, truly, everybody and their cougar grandmother was substandard in comparison to Pascal Fischer.)

» Pascal had no desire for this little Alpha to feel perplexed, oh no!– anything but. He wanted her to feel... welcome. Welcome to his expansive abode, as Baum Academy may as well have been his and only his. He practically owned it already, regardless of the fact that he had only been there for a couple of weeks. Pascal was that kind of student, after all. The kind that had only to snap his fingers and forsaken girls or covetous boys would bow down, would do as he willed. Well, almost. He hadn't quite reached that status as he had in Minnesota, not yet, but it was so close, so close that he could smell it. And it smelled absolutely beautiful. Power smelled absolutely beautiful, and he knew from his childhood that it tasted equally beautiful– soon, he would taste that shit. Soon.

» But for now, he thought it best to take it easy. Yes, that was it. He was taking it easy, limiting himself and his awesomeness so that he did not entirely overwhelm this damned school with his magnificence. It was gradualism, you know. You couldn't really rush awesomeness. It had to be slowly ushered out. But when it was, good God, this damned school wouldn't know what the fuck had hit it! Pascal Fischer would have hit it, that's what! Pascal Fischer!

» And Pascal Fischer did not get the second handshake. He came first. Always, always, always. Especially, especially

[/b] first to a miniscule son of a bitch like the JR that sat before him. It was like a slap in the face. A slap in the face with that same, dirty hand that had dared to shake that of the asshole. He kept a straight face, veiling impassioned exasperation with the same skimpy smile. Pascal did not want to mar his beauty– not to mention his chances with this pretty girl–, if at all possible, with unnecessary anger. She obviously was just shy, too shy to shake his hand until she had earned courage from shaking the uglier of two hands.

» Yes, that was it. He beamed casually, avoiding JR's grotesque gaze. How could poor, naive Alpha bear to even glance at his reptilian countenance? Pascal certainly couldn't, not for a second. "Well, how are you both doing today?" She had made eye contact with him, definitely!– she really only wanted to know how Pascal was doing, so much was unsparingly obvious. Alpha only even bothered including the other one, the dipshit, because she felt like being polite. Pascal loved a girl with proper manners, just like back home in Minnesota.

» He opened his mouth to answer, before Sir Dipshit took the hasty initiative. God, was JR entirely incapable of taking a fucking hint? She doesn't like you, ugly! She doesn't even want to talk to you! Just get the fuck out of here, and let Alpha and I have some quality time together! He kept this to himself, though– he didn't want the librarians to get vexed with Pascal and his ardent disdain. "I sure am great, too– better, now that I'm hre with you," interrupted Pascal, not waiting for JR to finish. No, it was not cheesy. It was quality. And almost genuine, too.

» Sweet Jesus, did this boy never stop talking? It was as if he loved to hear his own incessant voice, which was saying quite a lot considering that it was the most obnoxious voice that Pascal had ever heard, second only to the voices of such assholes as Freddie Foster. Although JR Teach was working his way quickly up Pascal's asshole list. "I'm actually new here." He let his grin diminish into something less, a small, subtle smile. A pleading smile. (Pascal was a master of smiles, among other things.) "I could really use someone to show me around, since I always end up getting lost everywhere I go." A smile that would make all the girls' hearts beat faster. Especially pretty little Alpha.

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[swanlake]

Oh, now Alpha was finding herself in a predicament. On one hand, she had an obviously determined young man who wanted to get the project done and over with (was she really that annoying to him already?), and at the other, she had another eager young man who was determined about other things. Even naive young Alpha could see that this boy was not really looking forward to just spending quality time with someone like her. Oh, where were her brothers when she needed them?

And then came the dilemma of answering their questions and statements and just responding in general. They were almost fighting one another for her attention, something Alpha was already sure she wasn't fond of. A small sigh escaped her lips as she glanced back and forth between the male students, figuring it'd be best to kill two birds with one stone.

"Actually, I'm a new student as well; I just transferred here last week," the brunette said in reply to both RJ and Pascal. If they wanted to battle out who the response had initially been for, then God help them. "So, I'm afraid that showing someone else around would merely resolute in us both being completely lost, and I would not know how crazy strict Mr. Daniels can be."

She looked at both in turn, no longer feeling amused by the banter that had occurred before. No, in fact now Alpha felt bombarded and irritated, as if the two were walls on either side of her that were keeping her captive. "But Pascal, I'm sure that if you need someone to show you around the school, RJ would be able to help with that. You've been attending school here for a while, haven't you?"

[/color] Alpha turned to look at RJ, giving him a gentle smile. Oh, she hoped he wouldn't be angry that she had tossed the task upon him, but what else could she possibly do? The boys were already grating her nerves, and she'd known both only a few moments.

Normally, Alpha was not one to anger quickly. Perhaps it was the stress of a new school getting to her, or that she had to balance the work of a few projects and getting to know the school more and grow comfortable with the task of finding her birth mother and figuring out who she truly was. Nevertheless, it wasn't either of these boys' faults, and Alpha felt horrible for treating them in such a way, even if they were both oblivious to the unlikely behavior that Alpha was experiencing. Hopefully, if they ever found out, neither would mind.

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[RJ TEACH]

It had seemed, for all intents and purposes, that RJ had won their little tete a tete. it was just a matter of fact that a snarky little conversation such as the one this idiot gigolo had seemed intent on pursuing could only last so long as the female of the situation wanted it to and, clearly, that wasn't the case. For once, RJ had the good fortune of being paired with someone else who was equally school-minded (or at least enough to bother doing the work unlike any number of other students and friends he could name). This annoying, insignificant worm could just crawl away at this point. RJ would be much calmer once he didn't have to worry about covering for whatever this moron might say. RJ was the same way when he was around Freddie in public. He always go tense, worried that at any moment he would have to apologize profusely and shoot dirty looks at the immature boy as he blushed and tried desperately to make his way towards the nearest exit. This was almost just the same situation only Pascal didn't have the benefit of RJ actually (miraculously) liking him.

It took all of RJ's willpower to keep from rolling his eyes at the overly corny attempts at gaining poor Alpha's attention. She saw right through him though, right? There couldn't be anyone in the WORLD dumb enough to fall for something that overly pathetic. 'Oh, I'm new, could you possibly show me around? Give me a tour? I would be ever so grateful!' It was perhaps the saddest attempt that RJ had ever seen to get a guy laid, and hanging out with Freddie he'd seen more than his fair share.

Jesus, she was a new kid herself! She actually WAS new, too, not just using it as some pathetic excuse for a date like this scrawny piece of shit was! Jesus, how insensitive could you get? Honestly, RJ wanted nothing more to do with this disgusting twerp. The sooner he got himself lost mooning after some other girl elsewhere in the school the better. RJ had to put up with a manwhore almost every waking moment. Now that he had momentarily shaken his own he did not particularly enjoy the fact that he'd apparently been saddled with another even more annoying one.

RJ nodded in agreement with everything Alpha said. Of course she couldn't show him around! She needed someone strong and kind and willing to help herself! It would be like the blind leading the lame! There would be no sense in it! God, Pascal was so stupid. What the hell did he think she could do? He'd do better going to find some other little hussy who had just gotten in on daddy's money and had just been sent to private school to get out of mommy and daddy's hair for a while -

Wait what? Was RJ supposed to be that little hussy? By the way Alpha looked at him, all doe-eyed and serious, as though she honestly thought this could solve the problem, was certainly not helping his chances of getting out of it. Shit.

"Uh, yeah, I've been going here for a while. You know, I've been around the block..." RJ's tone was hesitant but he could hardly care. He didn't have to sound all warm and welcoming for this piece of crap. Pascal was hardly warm and not at all welcome at Baum.

I'd be, you know, happy to give you two a tour or whatever. Whatever you want." Shit. This was not how he wanted to spend his free time.

[PASCAL FISCHER]

» So he hadn't expected this.

» Alright, that was a fucking understatement. Alpha, with her sexy name and her sexy face and her sexy everything, she hadn't taken the bait. Why hadn't she taken the bait?! She was supposed to take the goddamn bait, supposed to end up like a golden fish on Pascal's penis hook, his for the taking. He was supposed to have her by the mouth, but he had nothing.

» He could feel her slip through his fingers like water, could feel his own head pounding as he tried in desperation to comprehend what she had just said. "But Pascal," he wasn't sure quite what to think anymore. "I'm sure... RJ would be able to help you with that." Pascal had so many words– not the most polite of words, mind you– in response to that suggestion, but none seemed to leave his open mouth.

» There was only an exhausted sigh, like giving up and giving in altogether. A failed conquest was a thing of fiction, for Pascal– no girl could honestly deny his smile, his hair, his body, and yet this Alpha seemed to be so frustratingly successful at it. All it took were a few gentle words and a cool smile from Alpha to JR Teach, and suddenly Pascal had earned himself the tour of a lifetime given by none other than the King of Penis himself.

» How did one respond to such a suggestion? Pascal could hardly allow himself to lose Alpha now– he was loath to lose. It simply didn't happen, and he would not let the little Greek swan be the first (though he would proudly be her first winkwink nudgenudge). "Right," avoiding RJ's gaze, Pascal instead turned his eye on the target, mustering any sense of propriety he had and giving her that wide smile that he wore so well. "Sure, Jay, that's real nice of you to offer. I, for one, would love a tour."

» His battle plan was set now. While JR led the way across the school, he would lead the way into Alpha's guarded heart and it would be smooth sailing from there. "So, where are you from, Alpha? Around here?" Oh, Pascal was a smooth operator if there ever was one.

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