No chance! No way! {Soren} I won't say it! No no!

[SOREN SOMERSETT]

RISING UP, STRAIGHT TO THE TOP

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Soren had arrived at Kerli’s apartment to pick her up at six, after a few minutes of gelling his hair, fixing the mask he’d bought at Search and Destroy (the fucking best store in the world, god damnit), and putting on the tux he’d borrowed from Sebastien that he’d hoped to God would fit. Mercifully, it had. Because there was no way in hell that Soren was going out and buying himself a goddamn tuxedo for one fucking dance where nobody would know who he was anyway. That was just not going to go down.

He’d been impressed that she was reading Pride and Prejudice, a book that he’d read a few times and enjoyed, though he’d fucking hated that Lydia chick. Not that Soren read books or anything. Nope. Books were for nerds, and Soren was not a nerd, nope, not at all.

The ride and first few songs had been uneventful: small talk, compliments, the like. Soren grabbed topics out of the air: politics, literature, philosophy, how classes were going, how nice the decorations looked (and fucking hell did they look good), how beautifully sexy she looked in that pink dress and how deliciously massive her tits looked under the tightly-hugging silky-whatever material.

Okay, he hadn’t actually talked about that last one. But god damnit, he was feeling it. He was feeling it so fucking hard. Man, if only he could get that shit home.

Finally, Soren felt a prickle beneath his spine as the last song came on, a slow, acoustic guitar, soft, boy-band voiced, smooth and silky song that rubbed gently against Soren’s ears. He bit his lip as he watched the room’s inhabitants pair off, hugging each other tightly as they followed the disco ball around the dark room. This was the moment upon which Soren had been procrastinating all night. But at least now, he had nothing to lose. If she said no, he’d just leave, no awkwardness, no harm done.

This was it, the ultimatum, the end. If Kerli said no, he’d resolved earlier today, he’d be done with her, done chasing her, done expending his energy trying to get her to come and to stay. If she said no, he’d move on with his life, let soccer and music and studies consume him completely again, find a new pretty girl, and block the name and face of Kerli Stewart forever from his mind.

And if she said yes…well, who knew what the hell would happen then?

Sighing, Soren collected himself, took a last snapshot of the feeling of this easy bantering period, and turned to face her. Now…how best to do this? What was that book she’d been reading? Pride and Prejudice? Right. Soren dug through his memory of the book, extracting what he knew would be the perfect quote for this situation.

Soren cleared his throat, and adopted the lowest, most smooth and choclatey voice of which he was capable. ”Mr. Darcy had, at first, scarcely allowed her to be pretty,” he said, watching the words unfold on the page before his eyes. ”He had looked on her without admiration at the ball, and when they next met, he looked at her only to criticize. But no sooner had he made it clear to himself and his friends that she hardly had a good feature in her face, than he began to find that it was rendered uncommonly intelligent by the beautiful expression in her dark eyes.”

He glanced down at the gorgeous woman standing before him, brushing a lock of hair gently from her eyes. ”I have been mediating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow,” he continued, struggling to keep his voice steady. He searched for the words and for one terrible instant, he thought he’d forgotten the rest of the words. But then, like a tidal wave they came, crashing back into his mind and streaming out through his lips. ”In vain, Miss Bennet, I have struggled, but it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire you.”

Exhaling, feeling his heart thud against his chest, he took a step back and extended his hand. ”Kerli Stewart, may I have this dance?”

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[SOREN SOMERSETT]

RISING UP, STRAIGHT TO THE TOP

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Had the guts, got the glory[/font]
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The instant Soren extended his hand, he regretted it.

Shit.

Soren Somersett had just asked a girl to dance. He had just asked a fucking girl to dance. And better yet, he had done so by quoting Pride and fucking Prejudice, that goddamn Jane Austen book that he totally hadn’t read because seriously, who the fuck did you think he was? A nerd? Well, fuck you. Soren wasn’t a goddamn nerd.

Shit, shit, she was thinking about it. That wasn’t a good sign. Soren Skyler Somersett, you fucking idiot, he thought to himself. She doesn’t want to dance with you. You’re a fucking stupid douche who’s good for nothing but kicking a dumb little ball around and sex, and she’s fucking incredible looking and smart and funny and her boobs look so perfect in that dress, and just…Jesus, man, why do you even try?

God, she so was not going to say yes. He probably wasn’t even going to get a “maybe”, at this point. He could literally feel his heart sinking lower and lower with every second that ticked by as she pondered the question. If she’d really wanted to dance with him, she’d have said by now, probably, right?

No, no, maybe he was overthinking this. Maybe…no, no, he totally wasn’t. Soren didn’t overthink things. He wasn’t some philosopher like fucking Plato or whoever else it was he’d had to learn about in that dumb philosophy class he’d had to take that one time, because fuck philosophy, man. Why the fuck would anyone in the world who wasn’t a crazy old shithead with a white beard want to sit around all day and talk about trees and animals and ants and whatever it else it was that they did in those classes? Soren had only gone to that philosophy class once, which was saying something, because he’d even gone to his Math class twice, and Soren was fucking shit at math, because fuck math, seriously.

“I would love to dance.”

Well, son of a bitch.

”Oh. Uh, well then.” Soren had to admit, he’d been caught a tad off guard. But he regained his composure, reassembling his façade as quickly as possible. He leaned down to kiss her hand like he always saw cool English dudes do in movies, because fuck you, that’s why. English dudes were cool, right? All the hot sorority chicks seemed to be obsessed with Doctor Who these days. And those were English dudes, right? Right.

He tried not to bristle as he felt her hands move smoothly across his neck, and placed his hands gently on her waist, trying not to seem as awkward as he felt. The music moved through his body and he allowed himself to move to the rhythm, steering them out onto the dance floor and hoping to God that he didn’t crash them into anyone.

Seeing with these dumb masks on wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to do, but Soren could see her eyes well, a pretty blue-ish gray that made his heart want to melt. In, you know, a totally cool like, dude way. As they moved he felt himself pressing slowly closer to her, completely unconsciously, as if something deep within his gut was inexplicably drawn to something deep within hers. But he didn’t try to stop it from happening. He did mind being close to Kerli Stewart. In fact, he would have been hard pressed to find anything he minded less.

”Having fun?” he asked her, after they’d been dancing in silence for a minute or two. You know what, Soren just couldn’t deal with silence, okay? Fuck you.

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