Post by Saint on Apr 9, 2008 18:37:06 GMT 7
“AEEEIIIIII!” A group of girls screamed as the innocent wind blew their skirts up, revealing different colors and different brands of undergarments. A guy with orange shades passed their direction. He had these sharp gray eyes that had their own charm apart from the charisma of the owner. His lips were cat-like, usually curved into stunning smile. He was tall and had a normal, slightly muscular build and he seldom slouched. Coincidentally, (yes, coincidentally) his eyes swooped to the terrible scene because of the loud scream.
He saw lacey white, polka-dotted pink, plain blue, T-back black and flowery yellow.
The wind grew tired of the screaming and let the skirts be, passing to a row of trees to disturb the leaves. The flushed girls, however, remained in their protective position over their skirts. The guy who happened to be there stopped meters from them in utter curiosity.
One of the girls lifted her eyes and saw the black-silvery haired male looking at them apathetically but nonetheless looking. She raised her clenched fist and pointed at him with her other hand.
“Pervert!”
What? The guy merely raised his brows and then removed his shades.
“He looked? Taking advantage of the breeze?” Another girl sounded more furious.
“Yeah!” The first girl was blushing but she sounded very sure.
“Excuse me, polka dots,” he smiled easily, “quit accusing me, I just passed by.”
“P-p-p—” The girl didn’t even finish because of humiliation.
“HE REALLY LOOKED! LET’S GET HIM!” The second girl ran to him and the others followed suit.
“Here comes T-back…” He evaded her punch and then ducked when a different girl made a kick. “…blue.”
“ARGH!” One girl’s fist almost kissed his cheek if he did not thingy his head to the side.
“Lacey.” He smirked and held her by the arm. “Quit it, girls. I’m not interested in more fights.” He released the previous girl when another tried to punch him. “I said enough, flower.”
The guy stood up straight with both hands in his pockets and then lightly cocked his head to the side. The playful breeze blew through his silky short hair. A dazzling white smile crossed his face before sighing. “I’m on my way to get that…restrictor?” He nodded once to the band around each of the girls’ wrist. “So please, if you mind.”
Polka dots’ face suddenly changed. Her angry disposition morphed into that uneasy stare. She gulped, suddenly perspired with cold sweat and then bit her lip. She looked at her other friends, looked back at the guy and then returned her uncomfortable gaze to T-back. The latter glanced at her confusedly. “What’s the matter?”
“I don’t feel so…good.” She turned her back to the handsome man and began walking away. The others looked at each other, looked over their shoulders and then followed the first girl.
“Geez,” he placed his shades back to his eyes. “I thought Alice Academy was something abnormal.” He continued walking to what he believed was the nurse's office. “But I’m glad it’s not—” He stopped and leaned against the wall. He pressed his fingers hard against his temples and then smiled weakly. “These headaches…I hope I get over them soon.” He squeezed his eyes shut and murmured some more inaudible words.
After about five minutes, he pushed himself away from the wall, dusted his black pants and white long-sleeved turtleneck shirt and then ambled towards the nearest door in sight. His headache was still making him dizzy as he stepped into the room. How odd it was when he saw several sinks and cubicles in the white-tiled room. The odder part was there were no urinals for men.
He sighed and thought of his life in London before he went to this Academy. He was very much linked to girls there. Not romantically linked, at least. But every bad thing seemed to be connected with the glorious female species… and this theory was proven by the fact that he heard that someone was inside the ladies’ rest room. And he was, unfortunately, a dizzy man who was yet again, in trouble.
He saw lacey white, polka-dotted pink, plain blue, T-back black and flowery yellow.
The wind grew tired of the screaming and let the skirts be, passing to a row of trees to disturb the leaves. The flushed girls, however, remained in their protective position over their skirts. The guy who happened to be there stopped meters from them in utter curiosity.
One of the girls lifted her eyes and saw the black-silvery haired male looking at them apathetically but nonetheless looking. She raised her clenched fist and pointed at him with her other hand.
“Pervert!”
What? The guy merely raised his brows and then removed his shades.
“He looked? Taking advantage of the breeze?” Another girl sounded more furious.
“Yeah!” The first girl was blushing but she sounded very sure.
“Excuse me, polka dots,” he smiled easily, “quit accusing me, I just passed by.”
“P-p-p—” The girl didn’t even finish because of humiliation.
“HE REALLY LOOKED! LET’S GET HIM!” The second girl ran to him and the others followed suit.
“Here comes T-back…” He evaded her punch and then ducked when a different girl made a kick. “…blue.”
“ARGH!” One girl’s fist almost kissed his cheek if he did not thingy his head to the side.
“Lacey.” He smirked and held her by the arm. “Quit it, girls. I’m not interested in more fights.” He released the previous girl when another tried to punch him. “I said enough, flower.”
The guy stood up straight with both hands in his pockets and then lightly cocked his head to the side. The playful breeze blew through his silky short hair. A dazzling white smile crossed his face before sighing. “I’m on my way to get that…restrictor?” He nodded once to the band around each of the girls’ wrist. “So please, if you mind.”
Polka dots’ face suddenly changed. Her angry disposition morphed into that uneasy stare. She gulped, suddenly perspired with cold sweat and then bit her lip. She looked at her other friends, looked back at the guy and then returned her uncomfortable gaze to T-back. The latter glanced at her confusedly. “What’s the matter?”
“I don’t feel so…good.” She turned her back to the handsome man and began walking away. The others looked at each other, looked over their shoulders and then followed the first girl.
“Geez,” he placed his shades back to his eyes. “I thought Alice Academy was something abnormal.” He continued walking to what he believed was the nurse's office. “But I’m glad it’s not—” He stopped and leaned against the wall. He pressed his fingers hard against his temples and then smiled weakly. “These headaches…I hope I get over them soon.” He squeezed his eyes shut and murmured some more inaudible words.
After about five minutes, he pushed himself away from the wall, dusted his black pants and white long-sleeved turtleneck shirt and then ambled towards the nearest door in sight. His headache was still making him dizzy as he stepped into the room. How odd it was when he saw several sinks and cubicles in the white-tiled room. The odder part was there were no urinals for men.
He sighed and thought of his life in London before he went to this Academy. He was very much linked to girls there. Not romantically linked, at least. But every bad thing seemed to be connected with the glorious female species… and this theory was proven by the fact that he heard that someone was inside the ladies’ rest room. And he was, unfortunately, a dizzy man who was yet again, in trouble.
