-- Aelham City High School

@Zombie Danika was always the girl up for a challenge. Especially when it came to her pride and joy that was the drama club. Before, it had been barren and overrated. It was filled with a few talentless and passion lacking sorry excuses. She practically built it from the ground up. She dedicated her whole freshmen year to the reboot. And then, come sophomore year, she had been elected president by a landslide. Now, the drama club was a hustling bustling club filled with talent that had put on many popular works the past two years. It was a complete turn around from almost being disbanded her freshman year. But since they had grossed so much from their successful works, they got to become what they were now.

It was safe to say it was her love child. And oh how she loved it. Even the cranky and somewhat unfashionable Mrs. Cranford didn't bother her. So when she was given the job of taking under her wing a troubled student, she was more than obliged. Of course, there always had to be a catch, huh?

Right now, the club was in full swing of preparing for their winter musicale. They were building sets and working on casting. Auditions were in two weeks and boy was she ready to get this show on the road. She was coming back from hanging up posters for the auditions, a smile on her perfectly glossed lips and a bounce in her step. Club days were her favorite. Keyword being were.

She was sure that as she stared up at.../him/....her face was the epitome of the perfect expression of horror. If only she could have a picture of this moment to file away the expression for acting. He was tall, and covered head to toe in what she prayed was body paint. Maybe he just didn't get the memo that Halloween had been over six months ago. She gulped, the sound seeming to vibrate throughout the otherwise quiet auditorium.

When Mrs. Cranford had said her troubled student would be Finn Ryder (a totally dreamy name) she had imagined a hunky, bleach blonde, swimmers body beach bum. Just a guy who had gotten into trouble for, oh, who knows being too gorgeous or something. Wrong. Wrong, wrong wrong. But, a lot of the drama kids were troubled, tortured souls. She could not let them see that their president couldn't handle a tattooed...very tattooed and rather different person.

She forced a small smile, though she really wanted to whimper. "Uhm, yeah. That's me." Her voice was squeaky with nerves. Danika had to clear , gaining back some confidence when she wasn't staring him right in the face. "Come on guys, don't you have work to do?" She chided tightly. Some people sent her sympathetic looks before the people erupted back into conversation and their routine.

Taking a deep breath, she turned back to Finn. Oh boy, this was going to be interesting. "Uhm, how about we start with a tour?" She twirled a strand of blonde hair with her fingers as she didn't wait for a response and sauntered down the main aisle between the chairs.

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@Prism “What?” Finn’s mouth dropped open. He speechlessly looked at the principal, who looked ridiculously happy. “Drama Club? Can’t you just send me in detention for the rest of my life or something?” But the decision was made. Drama Club. He’d have to join the drama club for the rest of the year. As if school hadn’t enough already.
He stood up, mumbled a good-bye and left the principal’s office. All that for drinking beer at a school party. Well, he was stupid enough to get caught. He dropped his bag in front of the class room and sighed, his eyes piercing the clock. Hell would start today, but he still had a few hours to think himself out of it.

Five hours later, he was standing in front of a little bigger class room, stuffed with all kinds of fabrics and colors. The people inside were talking loudly, were laughing and humming some melodies, and it made him sick. Every seat was taken, and some people even sat on the small couch in the corner to fit. He had no idea why he’d been punished this way. He’d thought the drama club maybe had no members, but surely that wasn’t the problem. Whatever it was, he hated it.
He entered the room, and as if stepping over an invisible barrier, everybody inside the room silenced. It brought a smile to Finn’s lips, and he pulled his hood down, revealing the skull tattoo that decorated his head. His eyes wandered around the room, and he could read the same question in all eyes: What the hell was he doing here?
Behind him, a girl entered the class, and he turned around to look at her. He could have sworn seeing the smile on her lips drop upon seeing him, and he took the chance to draw a little closer and holding out his hand to her, revealing his white teeth while smiling. “Finn,” he introduced himself, suppressing laughter at how ridiculously quiet the class was. “I’m new, and if you’re Danika, you’re supposed to show me around.” Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be too bad after all.

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@Iron Wolf Kat looked at him out if the corner of her eye, appreciating his muscles for what felt like the hundredth time that day. She chewed her lip, thinking about where she could take him. Everything was divided between not open yet, or to sacred. Finally, at the last moment she made a decision.

"Take a left here." She said, keeping her voice low and casual. She doubted he had ever seen the Kings Theatre, it had kind of fallen off the map to most people. It was a safe place that she could take him, and no overly nosy bottle blondes to interrupt.

@Viper "How about we do whatever it is your normally do?" He offered as he cranked up the jeep. Putting it in gear, he turned in his seat to look out back, a hand planted on the back of Kat's seat as he swiveled back, easing out of the spot. He didn't need to, he could see just fine out of the rear view, but he had a feeling Kat wouldn't mind the view.

Once they were making their way out of the parking lot, he grinned and glanced at her. "Just tell me where. I pretty much have mastered the way to home, school, and of course the grocery store. But that's about it." He glanced at her, shrugging his broad shoulders.

@Iron Wolf Kat climbed in, yanking the door shut behind her. She waited until he was in the car to mumble quietly to herself. "I'm not short, everyone else is just to tall."

She glanced out her window, lifting her lip in a snarl at the people gawking. Some pretended to look elsewhere, while others ran away. She looked away innocently, a feeling of satisfaction in her chest. She glanced at Lukas, tilting her head."Do you still want to eat?"

@Viper "Twilight....?" He raised his eyebrow, racking his brain to make the connection. He had devoted himself to reading books and watching movies (in secret excursions to the city to the movie theatre). He was vaguely reminded of cheesy romances and Vampires. Who gave humans the idea that vampire were /pretty/? They were horrid and ugly creatures.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Maybe it's because..." He trailed off and motioned for the height difference between his head and hers. What could he say, he had good genes. Survival of the fittest, pique human race and all that junk.

He pushed off the side of the truck and motioned for her to get inside. "Shall we?" He grinned and went around to climb into the driver's seat.

@Iron Wolf Kat stepped over to him, ignoring the giggling girls walking away. She stopped in front of him, craning her neck to look up at him. She was right, she only came up to his chest.

"Haven't you read Twilight?" she asked, shoving her hands into her hoodie pockets. "The new kid always gets all the attention. You're the shiny new toy."

She shifted her feet, uncomfortable to be standing out in the open this long, people were beginning to stare.

@Viper A grin spread across Lukas' face and he sent a wink Kat's way, along with an acknowledging nod of the head. He smacked the other guy he was talking to on the shoulder, promising to stop by after school one day to watch the football team. He had never played the sport, but he knew it was American through and through, and he wanted a part of it. Physical activity was part of his life so it couldn't be /that/ hard. Speaking of hard, the guy was wincing and holding his arm. Damn, these weaklings.

The girls giggled and said goodbye, slipping him their numbers. He waved at them with two fingers as he turned to Kat, wiggling his eyebrows in a playful manner as he stepped off from the bumper of his car and towards her.

"Hey." He greeted, reaching out to pop open the passenger door for her. However, he blocked it with his body, leaning against the side of his jeep with crossed arms. A few people passed them, giving the two weird looks.

"What's up with people and staring? I've been stared at, gawked at, glared."

@Iron Wolf "See ya.." she mumbled, running her hand through her hair. Someone bumped her chair and Kat whipped her head around to glare at the Ashley squad, effectively cutting off their giggles. She rolled her eyes and stood up, preparing to face the rest of the day.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, Kat stuck to herself, but somehow still ended up with detention. The final bell rang and Kat was out the door as fast as she could. She weaved her way through the other students all trying to get out, she slipped her earbuds in and slipped between two jocks trying to prove who was more of a man. She tripped one, and kept moving, acting as if she hadn't done anything.

She followed the crowd flowing out of the doors, drifting off to the side to stop and glance around. For a moment she thought that he had left already and she was shoving her beanie on so she could walk away, but then she spotted him. He stood with a group of people she would expect someone who looked like him would surround themselves with, but he didn't look that interested in what they had to say.

Kat made her way down the stairs, slowly, not wanting to go over there. Unlike the Ashley squad these students wouldn't hesitate to throw verbal punches at Kat, just to remind her of her place on the food chain. Not that Kat cared about those sort of things, but she wasn't interested in putting up with preps at the moment.

@Viper Que the bell. He grinned at her response as he stood up, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. "Great. You can meet me outside in the parking lot after school, I'm sure I won't be hard to find." He winked at her as he stepped back, placing a hand on his chest and dipping his head.

"I'll be looking forward to it." He let his eyes scan her body one last time before he tore them away. He chuckled to himself as he turned away, following the crowd out of the classroom. He would've offered to walk her to class, but he didn't exactly know where he was going to get to his last class, so he decided to part now to keep her on her toes.

Begrudgingly, he went through the motions of the rest of the day. No one else dared talk to him like Kat. They were still too intrigued and intimidated, it would take a few days of piqued interest he knew. He did have the occasional pretty girl greet him in the hallway, and as the last bell rang and he was standing in the parking lot, lounged against his silver soft top jeep waiting for Kat, a group of about four or five people surrounded him. The guys were asking if he considered playing football while the girls were at a loss for words.

He responded to them easily but his eyes were scanning the doors, waiting for the beauty to come into view.

@Iron Wolf "Thanks, but don't call me Kathryn. Its just Kat."

She stared at him for a moment, considering his invitation. Last time she spent any time with a guy it ended up in the schools attempt at a newspaper. This guy was big news, so it was only a matter of time before one of the wannabe reporters hunted him down.

She bit her lip and nodded, though she doubted he was actually thinking about food at that moment. "Since I have nothing better to do, sure, why not."

@Iron Wolf "Thanks, but don't call me Kathryn. Its just Kat."

She stared at him for a moment, considering his invitation. Last time she spent any time with a guy it ended up in the schools attempt at a newspaper. This guy was big news, so it was only a matter of time before one of the wannabe reporters hunted him down.

She bit her lip and nodded, though she doubted he was actually thinking about food at that moment. "Since I have nothing better to do, sure, why not."

@Viper "Ahh, then I'm not letting you go very far." He laughed, giving her a mischievously endearing smile as he rested his cheek on his fist. He glanced at the clock behind her head, the bell would ring in a few minutes and he knew he had to make his move.

"Kat." He said, trying it out for her in his deep timbre. "Like Katherine?" He winced inwardly at that one, 'th' wasn't his best sound. "In my country, it's Kotryna. One of the most beautiful names." He winked playfully. "I like yours better." He glanced again at the clock, squeezing at her knees just once more.

"So, my mom is out looking for a job today, and I was needing a place to eat after school. Maybe you could show me a place?" He raised his eyebrows at her in a playful challenge.

@Iron Wolf "You don't have to worry. They won't bother you as long as you sit next to me. They'll wait until I'm gone." Her breath hitched about halfway through her sentence, his knees pressing her legs together making her feel uncomfortablely warm. She managed to finish what she was saying even as her eyes followed his tongue. Her mind was filled with sinful thoughts of what he could do with his tongue, but she rained herself in enough to respond.

"Lukas..." She liked the way his name sounded, even though her American accent didn't do it justice. "I'm Kat."

@Viper He tilted his head back and chuckled. She didn't blow him off or call him lame, so that was a plus. "You're in for a real treat this week then. I'm gonna get you to smile." He taunted with a playful smirk. As if on cue, he felt three sets of eyes on him. He glanced sidelong at the group of too thin, too fake faces, fake blonde haired girls. Sure, they were pretty girls. But they were just like any other girl he could find back home.

"You know if they come over here I'd probably pretend like I don't speak English. You'd back me up, right?" He asked with a wink, as if they were sharing a secret. Slightly, just ever so slightly, his knees squeezed around her thighs. Damn, those thighs. He could picture his hands sliding up and squeezing them. His tongue subconsciously traced along his canine and then out across his bottom lip.

"My name is Lukas, just in case you were wondering."

@Iron Wolf Kat stared him down, unsure of what to do at that moment. She didn't understand what he was saying, but it sounded nice. Her lips twitched, but she didn't smile. She leaned forward, leaving only a couple inches of space between them. "No." She said simply, but her eyes were warmer then they had been all week, not that he would know that.

"I don't smile, and I don't laugh. You're probably better off trying to get Ashley 1, 2, or 3 to respond."

She straightened in her seat, but didn't turn away, he had her trapped facing him anyway. And girls her size weren't supposed to be able to lift guys his size, though she knew she easily could.

@Viper In the height of the conversation, they had turned to face each other. With his long legs having no where to go it was safe to say his strong knees around her thighs was a joint effort. "Not even my failed pronunciation?." Damn, he knew he probably said that weird, but he also knew his mouth probably looked y as they formed around the sounds.

His elbow was lounged on the table and he was leaning forward in just the slightest. His fist clench and unclenched in my bored manner, causing the muscles and veins in his arms to tense and relax. "How about..." He thought, then grinned mischievously and leaned forward a little more.

He wiggled his eyebrows as he began to quietly chant a nursery rhyme in Lithuanian. He didn't attempt to sing it full out, just chanted it to her quietly with chuckles in between. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, trying to get her to smile. Form what he had observed, American women loved humor in men.

@Iron Wolf She released her lip in favor of inhaling sharply. So he was trying to get her to smile. She smoothed her hands over her jeans before she realized that it made her look nervous. She definitely wasn't nervous, yes, but not nervous. "There aren't enough words in the world to get me to smile." That sounded bitter to her ears so on a whim she added: "You can try other ways, though."

She wondered how long she had until class was over, she needed to put some distance between her and her own personal wet dream. Her legs stayed shut but somehow he had managed to make it so her legs were in between his. Or maybe she had done that, she needed to calm down. She tried to picture something that would turn her off; Mr. Honeywell, that creepy kid from detention, but abercrombie was to distracting.

@Viper "How many words am I going to have to struggle through before I get you to smile?" He asked, lowering his voice down, mostly to keep quiet because of his deep timbre, and of course for other reasons as well. His accent leaked through on that one, but he didn't mind it so much. He knew some people found that y.

He was I trudged by her answer, storing the word in his head as he nodded. He turned a little more towards her, the chair creaking. What was up with the tiny chairs and easily breakable pencils around here? His legs were spilled out from under the table, using that as an excuse to shift their position. His thigh brushed along her knee and his eyes landed on her lip. He didn't dare reach out, no you never outright touched a lady without her permission. So he eyed it and just grinned, an eyebrow cocked. "Careful." He warned, hating the possibility that she could break the perfectly smooth skin.

@Iron Wolf Kat almost didn't catch what he had said, his grin so dazzling she nearly smiled back, nearly. With a great amount of effort she forced her eyes away from him, but not before she caught him checking her out. Internally she preened, but her façade remained composed and unruffled. She looked at the word he was struggling with and cocked her head.

"Coagulation? Its what your blood does to make you stop bleeding.. Or something." She bit her lip, surprised so many words had come out. It was because he was to close, she told herself, he was making her uncomfortable. Still she shifted just enough so that her knee brushed against his leg, and she chanced a look up at him, noticing for the first time how much larger he was compared to her. She probably only came up to his chest when he was standing. She bit her lip again, this time for a different reason.

@Viper He full on grinned at that. Perfect pearly whites, shaped canines and all as she questioned him. He turned his head away from her to chuckle, a low rumbly sound. "I'm, uh, not too up to date with this." He motioned paper splayed out on the black surface. He met her eyes as he leaned over, his shirt pulling taunt again and his arms building against the sleeves of the thin cardigan. His mouth worked at the word, his lips moving as he said it first to himself.

"Co..agulation?" He looked at her with a quirked eyebrow, lips set slightly apart. He knew he butchered the word, it had sound like cohg-youll-at-chion. It kind of made him nervous. He didn't want to sound stupid, he wanted to present himself as best as possible.

He took the moment for his eyes to travel her body, perfectly curved with the smooth mocha skin. Consciously, he his lips, loving how she was rocking those jeans.

@Iron Wolf Kat looked up, momentarily distracted by his muscles flexing under his shirt. "What?" she asked, completely forgetting his question. He had to be doing some of this on purpose, no way was he this naturally dropping. A lesser being would have thrown any pretense aside and climbed him like a tree, but Kat had the feeling that's exactly what he wanted and expected her to do, so she resisted.

She tried to focus on his face, but what he was doing with his mouth didn't help matters. She ended up staring at them more then his eyes, which weren't bad either.

Maybe she was a lot more deprived then she thought she was. That explained why she was reacting so strongly to the abercrombie model invading her personal space. She just needed to go a couple rounds with a cement wall, that would get rid of all this pent up energy. A tiny voice in the back of her mind suggested she go a couple round with abercrombie, but she quickly squashed that idea.

@Viper Lukas quirked the one side of his lips up a little higher, turning to the rather large packet of paper. He skimmed through the first page, but most of the words were chemistry jargon and he had no idea how to pronounce them, let alone comprehend.

He looked over at the other in hopes maybe she would say something about the instructions out loud so he could play off of it, until he noticed the assignment was forgotten in the corner. It didn't bother him any, he didn't want to do this anymore than she seemed to.

Bite wasn't going to let this opportune creature escape so easily. He leaned over slightly, an arm on the table that caused the fabric of his shirt to strain against his defined contours. He face her his best lazy smile, nonchalant and 100% irresistible.

"What's this word?" He asked, pointing to a the first thing he saw that looked like gibberish. It was the name of equipment or something.

@Iron Wolf Kat didn't laugh, she hadn't for a long time. But the man's comment earned him a quirk of her lips in something that wasn't distaste. "He's something, all right." Her tone was purposefully dry and noncommittal. She could already feel the vultures circling in the form of JV Cheerleaders needing to borrow a pencil from the table in front of them. If he talked to her any more she would have to fend off Ashley one, two, and three later.

Instead of working on the lab she began doodling an intricate letter V on her paper, tongue flicking out to her lip as she concentrated. She had no interest in doing science, they weren't setting anything on fire so she didn't care what they were doing.

Mr. Honeywell never walked around the classroom so he never caught on that Kat wasn't doing work in his class. The system worked so far and she'd be damned if she'd stop now.

@Viper Was that a challenge? His lips stayed set in the lazy, half turned smirk, his own pale blonde eyebrow arching back in question. Alas, the dorky teacher with the potbellied interrupted from anything more shared. Lukas let out an annoyed snort under his breath. Even the elderly men in his village were strong and had pried, unlike these Americans he had been faced with.

The potbellied, half bald men struggled to find his glasses that were placed on top his head and once he was getting through the roll tripped and stuttered over Lukas' foreign name.

"I'm new, right here." He said, his tone taught and slightly annoyed. He raised a pale arm, bulging with muscle to acknowledge himself. Obviously, Mr. Honeywell, 'the kind of name is that' he thought, was not prepared for his drop in like the other teachers. The man spent the next 15 minutes scrounging around his mess of a desk that reminded Lukas more of a dump to find a syllabus and book for him. He was sure the rest of the class would be glad for the delay.

Finally, the distraught teacher handed out labs sheets and told everyone to begin before retreating to his desk like a dejected animal. Lukas closed his eyes and let out a deep breath form his nose before turning to the girl, no woman, beside him.

"He's a joy, yeah?" He did his best to impress and to speak clearly, without any hint of accent. It wasn't easy, but he was determined.

@Shade Kat wondered if being loud and stupid was a requirement to be a teen, or if the kids in her science class had made it so. The boys to her left were going crazy, apparently there was some sport thing that had happened or was going to happen, she didn't care, but they were certainly making a big deal about it.

She doodled on her hand with a sharpie, praying for class to start so it could hurry up and end. She was okay at science, but she didn't enjoy it to much. She kept her head down until someone slid into the seat next to her. She looked up, prepared to tell them to shove off. No one sat by her, everyone knew to keep their distance after the incident with a bunsen burner last year.

The biting remark she had prepared died on her lips when she caught sight of the strangers face. As a rule Kat did not go for white boys, but damn this one was Fine with a capital F. She didn't stutter, or blush, or even smile shyly like she was the main character in a teen romance movie, but she did stop glaring and offer him an arched eyebrow. And if her eyes dropped from his face to see if the rest of him was impressive then that was her business and no one else.

She opened to say something but was cut off by the science teacher appearing at that moment to start class. Kat turned away and went back to doodling on her hand, she'd deal with the attractive interloper later.

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@Mechanism Bear huffed. "Lagging..holding out on girls..." He mumbled to himself, lips set in a pout as he jogged out after Darion.