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| The Vixen | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Huh? You used that word before, but what does that mean?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Shite. I wouldn't mess with this one, if y'ask me. Just stay away." The biker pulled up to the front of the building, dressed in a black leather jacket and dark jeans, and chained the bike to the heavy-duty guardrail. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "But who is he? Is he a real punk bastard?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Herbert chuckled. "I keep forgetting the fact that you don't know anyone here. This biker is a real bad ass. Take a man by his balls and tie 'em to a moving train, y'understand? Everyone calls that one Cory, but I wouldn't start off too friendly." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "He doesn't look that bad ass to me. He's pretty tiny." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Herbert laughed even more. "Man, are you gonna get the shock of yer life." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "What are you talking about?" Aidan asked, becoming confused. He looked up to see the biker take off tight gloves revealing rings on almost every thin finger. Aidan noticed that Cory's nails were painted dark blue and were pretty long for a guy. The delicate fingers pulled at the zipper on the black jacket and opened to a plain white T-shirt and a prominent bulge at the chest. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Herbert, talking through his huffed laughs, then decided to mention, "Cory's FULL name is Corinne. Chew on that for a bit." He slapped him hard on the back, causing Aidan to take a choked deep breath. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "That's a girl?! But... she's so..." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Tomboyish? You haven't seen her face yet." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Then, with her back to them, Cory pulled off the shiny black helmet and made Aidan's heart stop. Her medium brown hair came down to her chin at its longest. Even from behind Aidan could see that there was a streak of blue and a streak of magenta in her hair, one on each side of her face. She turned around to reveal eyes a shade of blue Aidan had only seen in dreams, practically shimmering in the gloom. Her face -- had it not been set in such a scowl from punk teen angst -- was almost angelically beautiful and it seemed so familiar. "She's... she's..." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Evil. Trust me, she will make you think she's the world only to prove soon after that she's the devil incarnate." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Oh really? And how many conversations have you had with her?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "None. I don't ever want to speak with that crazy freak." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Well then, you don't know her that well, do ya?" Aidan asked mockingly. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I don't have to speak to her to know her. She's my cousin." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Heh?!? Your COUSIN?!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Yes, my cousin. You're going to end up like every other guy who's seen her like this. You'll fall for her, ask me for her number, go to call her, and she'll play mind games with you and finally squash you like a bug." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Aidan was dumbfounded. How could a woman so pretty be so mean? "She looks so familiar... I'm not sure I believe you." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Fine, fine. Go ahead and find out for yourself. But don't say I didn't warn you." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Aidan nodded and began to stroll over casually, yet each step closer he took made him more tense. Corinne was squatting by her bike putting a second chain around the wheel to keep anyone from taking it. He stopped a few feet from her, not making a single sound, and saw her stop and tense up. Her body language said that she could sense his presence and she wasn't welcoming at that moment. She stood and turned in one fluid movement, her eyes piercing into his with disdain. Her eyes raked from his scalp to toes and back to his eyes sending a cold chill over every part she passed over. "And you are?" she asked, the accent rolling the words over each other. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He gaped at her. "I... I... uh..." He felt like he was choking on his own tongue. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Well?" she asked impatiently. She was getting a bit restless and Aidan's mind went blank. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "His name's Aidan, Corinne," said Herbert from behind with a sigh. It was clear he was reluctant to help, but did so anyway. He wanted nothing to do with Corinne. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Aidan Corinne, eh? Well, ain't that a coincidence?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Dammit, Corinne! His name is Aidan Wittmeyer!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Then why'd you say 'Aidan Corinne' if that wasn't his name?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Herbert glared evilly at her. "He's an American and he just moved here," he said stiffly. "Be nice, and for God's sake, stop pretending you're Scottish!!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "No, I won't," she spat back, keeping the accent in tact. "Aidan should know people here don't like outsiders. Your accent keeps your balls in tact." Aidan raised an eyebrow. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "But then that would mean your accent is keeping you in the 'in crowd'. You're conforming to popular beliefs," Herbert pointed out. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "No, I'm not. I believe the accent suits me. It adds an edge to my personality." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Yeah, a razor sharp edge doesn't need anything added to it. Just give it up, Cory. You're from bloody Essex!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "You're English?" asked Aidan, suddenly aware of his own accent. It was strikingly different from theirs. Corinne finally slid her evil leer from Herbert to him, sending more chills through his eye sockets and down his spine. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Would ya look at that! American boy can speak! And he can think too! But apparently not too well considering he had to ask that question." Her eyes seemed continuously filled with hatred. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I just meant that I couldn't tell that you weren't Scottish at all. The accent seemed perfect to me." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Considering you're an outsider, I won't take that as a compliment. You wouldn't know what I was saying in either accent, and probably couldn't tell one from the other even if they were pointed out to you. Flattery will get you everywhere, boy, but not with me. Go and kiss someone else's arse." She quickly turned and climbed through and open first floor window into an art class. She had a mischievous gleam in her eye as she graced the class with her presence. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Aidan could hear the frightened and annoyed teacher scold her as Corinne shrugged it off. "Corinne Connolly! This is the sixth time you've disrupted my class -- one that you're not enrolled in, might I add. And may I remind you of the punishment I give to unruly students?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "No, you may not," quipped Corinne, "but you don't need my permission." She flung herself to her knees from the window ledge and thrust out her wrists to the teacher. "Go ahead, Ms. Tippin! Cuff me! Take me away to the jail I so rightly deserve to be thrown into!" Corinne cried dramatically. She played it up as if there were someone there to impress. Aidan had approached the window and was watching the entire spectacle in awe. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Ms. Tippin took a nearby yardstick and swiftly smacked Corinne's wrists, causing her to wince slightly. "Let's go, young lady. Headmaster, now!" She grabbed Corinne by the elbow and began to drag her out the door. "Lydia, watch over the class while I'm gone." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Yes, Miss." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Corinne was still grinning madly as she was dragged through the door. Just before disappearing behind it, she turned and gave a mischievous wink and blew a kiss towards Aidan. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Well, that little show we just witnessed is done in almost every class she disturbs, but it varies." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Is she always so..." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Bitchy?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "...wired?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Wired... yes. She's very energetic, usually. She can even rip you in her sleep." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "So she goes overboard on the coffee and sugar." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "No. that, believe it or not, is a natural high. She doesn't like coffee. Sugar, though, that she loves. Especially chocolate. You think she's wired now, wait until you see what she's like after a few cookies and the like." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Scary?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Very scary." Herbert began to lead Aidan back to the main building. "At least you've learned what she's like now. You know better than to go after her." Aidan was silent. "Aidan? Hello?" Herbert asked, waving his hands in front of Aidan's face. "Wake up! ... Oh no, no, you've got to be joking!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Aidan stared at him with a sheepish 'I know this isn't what you want' expression. "Herb, I'm sorry, but I think she's fantastic. She's a challenge and something that would definitely drive my parents up the wall. She's perfect." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Yeah, that's if you can tame the beast -- and that's impossible." He paused and grew livid. "You complete git!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "...Complete what?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Jerk! Moron! Git! Total idiot that wants to get himself killed!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Whoa, now! Who said anything about getting killed?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I told you, she's hardcore!" He stared at Aidan with wonder. "You won't believe me will you? Fine! Go ahead! Get your balls nailed to the tracks! Why should I give a shite? I barely know ya!" Herbert turned to storm off. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Wait! Herb!" Aidan said, laughing. "Calm down! This isn't your fault." He ran and caught up with Herbert, stopping him. "Listen, you're the only one I've met here that I can barely understand. Just be my partner in crime? Let me get close to Corinne and I won't say anything about being shocked by her punk-rocker fa�ade. Deal?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "...Fine," he said reluctantly. "But she's already seeing someone." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Seeing someone? Seeing who?" Aidan asked, suddenly concerned. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I don't really know him. All I know is he's a real punk rock, heavy-metal biker guy named Alex or something. He's about twenty-four. They met two years ago at a concert of some sort. He 'rocked her world' as they say." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Ah, right." They continued to walk towards the main building where Herbert would lead Aidan to his first class. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Oh, I forgot to mention she's an orphan." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ""Eh?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Well, an orphan in a couple ways. My aunt and uncle adopted her when she was young, but they died about five or six years ago. That also means she's not really related to me, thank God. She stayed in the old house by herself with my parents coming in to take care of her every now an then against her will." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Uh, what's that got to do with anything?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Well, it's one reason why she's become so rebellious. It also explains," he said slowly, "why she's living with that biker guy." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Aidan paused in his step in shock before continuing on. "Are you making all this up just to put me off her?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "No, it's the truth. When you catch up with her, you can ask her yourself. She'll probably be in the headmaster's office for a good hour. After that, she'll most likely stay in the art wing the rest of the day. She likes to play around with the instruments in the band room, but not in a 'band geek' way. She plays with the electric guitars and piano and the drum set. She tries to write her own songs, though I've never heard any. I naturally assume they're punk rock, though." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Does she have a band together?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I don't think so. But then again, I've never really cared what she does." There was a long silence as they reached the second floor of the main building. "Let's just get you to class." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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