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| A Wild One Indeed | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Corinne sat in the dark blue plastic chair she'd sat in so often these past three years and chewed her strawberry bubblegum. The headmaster sighed as he opened her inch-thick file. "You get some new pictures on the walls, Gov.?" she asked nonchalantly. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I'm not in the mood for your lip and smartass remarks today, Miss Connolly. You've been disrupting Ms. Tippin's class every Monday morning since the last month of school last year. You have not attended your history classes since your sophomore year. All you attend are your music and drama classes, and that's only when you feel like it. The teachers that do see you participate in class say that you're very good at what you do, but if you don't get your act together your entire future will rot into shite before your very eyes. You have been such a bad student for four years, you never would have guessed that you used to be a top-notch scholar! What is your problem?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I guess ADD?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I never heard anything from a doctor about attention problems..." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "No, I mean attitude deficit disorder." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Headmaster Carlyle began to growl. "You have a real problem with authority, don't you? Have you or your family ever considered you for counseling?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Corinne's eyes narrowed. "Family?" she said in a low tone. "What family? I don't have a family!" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "And what about your cousin, that boy Herbert? his parents must care for their niece." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "They're not my family! I have no family!" she shouted. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Easy now, Corinne. One more outburst and you'll be in serious trouble." Headmaster Carlyle was now standing in a very authoritative position, ready to punish. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Outburst? Outburst? Is that a challenge? Here you go!!" She stood up, slammed her hands down onto the edge of his desk, spit her gum out onto her file, and screamed at the top of her lungs. Carlyle jumped back in shock, falling into his chair. Her screaming seemed to last forever -- all in one breath. She started tearing at her hair, face turning red and her entire body began curling in on itself as her breath left her. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Finally, Corinne had run out of breath and stared at Carlyle. She was innocent and calm. Her blue eyes seemed to pierce a hole in his skull. "Was that enough for you, Gov.?" she asked in an icy tone. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Carlyle swallowed, pushing his heart back into his chest. "You're suspended for the day." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Whatever," she spat. She threw open the door and proceeded directly to the arts building. She walked into one of the many instrument practice rooms and picked up her guitar. This was the one room she used to compose her music. There were three electric guitars, one of which was a bass, one electric piano, a drum set, and a microphone. Plugging each into an amplifier and using a large system to record her songs on, she began working on her latest song. The words came to her one night about a month earlier when her boyfriend hadn't come home as usual. She'd gone to sleep without Alex and woke up around one in a cold sweat. She'd been inspired to write the lyrics she heard in her head. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Since that night, she'd been using most of her time to write the music to accompany the words. She would play a set on one instrument and play it back on the recorder while she played another instrument with it. Once that was done and all the instrumental was finished, she would find the melody for the words. It worked well for her -- she already had about seven songs written and a few covers redone to her style. She wanted a place to play her songs to the public and was hoping to do so at the public fair in a few weeks. She'd recently finished the bass part to her new song, so she decided to work on the other two guitars this time. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Her music was the second thing in her miserable nothing life that brought her joy and kept her going. The first was her boyfriend, Alex. He seemed like the perfect rebel that she'd been looking for. He was wild, tall, dark, and very sexy. He'd seen her at a big concert and swiftly took her away on his motorcycle, giving her the adventure that she'd so desperately been craving. They were both orphans and shared the passion for rebellion and music. They had even talked about starting a band together, but so far she had been the only one pursuing it. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Once he'd moved in with her, his days became less active. He would either spend the day in the house eating and watching TV, tinkering with their bikes, or leave the house at the crack of noon and not disappear for the day. But he was there when she wanted him to be there. He supported her decision to go to school for the sole purpose of making trouble -- he was a dropout anyway -- they had great evenings of hard music, and great sex. True, he was much older than she was, but it worked. The only thing she wanted him to stop doing was smoking. He'd said it was the ultimate rebellion, but she hated the smell, the taste on his lips, and overall it took away more life than she could dream of. She didn't want him to be the one to die slowly of lung cancer or the like. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She played the guitar and began lightly singing her words, closing her eyes to concentrate. "Moon hangs around, a blade over my head, reminds me what to do before I'm dead. Night consumes light and all I dread, reminds me what to do before I'm dead." She heard a small click and snapped open her eyes. There at the door stood the American boy Herbert had been with earlier. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" she snapped. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Herbert told me that you'd probably be here most of the day. I came to find you." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Right. And you do this why?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Uh... well, I've got nothing better to do, so why not?" He set his shoulder bag down on a chair by the wall and started walking towards her. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Hold it right there, Captain America. No one comes near this equipment here but me." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Hey, your accent's gone!" Aidan stupidly pointed out. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Corinne glared. "Well we've already established that I'm English and not Scottish, so why do I have to keep up a false accent in front of someone who already knows?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Right, I see your point." Not moving any closer, he pulled over a chair and sat down. "So... what are you working on?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "A Picasso. What does it look like?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I know you're composing music; Herb told me that's one thing you actually dedicate yourself to. I just wanted to know what style and what it was called?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "A pretty-boy like you wants to know? I don't think you'd be able to wrap your na�ve little mind around its 'spiritual' meaning," she said sarcastically. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "You don't know me or what I like. I could surprise you." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Hardly." She couldn't come out of her 'screw everyone' attitude, and rarely ever did. She felt that it showed her vulnerability and hated the way that felt. When she first looked at this Aidan, her impulse was that he was one of those boys who had tons of money in the family, followed all the rules, played all the sports, and dressed like the rest -- a sheep. Baaaaa. However, he was one of the better looking ones and she couldn't help being very attracted to him. But she was happy with Alex and didn't want to go after some whipped, all-American, good old boy in place of her rebel man. She did love his eyes, though. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Alright, since you won't tell me, let me ask if you have a band?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Okay." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Okay, what?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Okay, I let you ask. Could you leave me alone now?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Ugh, do you have a band or not?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Maybe." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Right, if you have or will have a band, what would you call it?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "What's it to you?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Hm, not very catchy, but if you're good, I'm sure it won't matter." He smiled. "I just heard a bit of your singing and I thought it was interesting. 'What to do Before I'm Dead.' Kind of morbid, but still inspiring." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He's trying to flirt with me, she thought. This is gonna be fun! She stood up, placing the guitar in a stand, walked tantalizingly past him and locked the door, drawing the shade. He turned in curiosity to stare at her. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "What are you doing?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "This being your first day, would you have any important classes to get to promptly?" Her voice was soft and smooth, enticing him to stay. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Uh... why? What are you doing?" he asked nervously. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She lurched at him, straddled his lap and put her face dangerously close to his. "You want me, right? That's why you're here." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Um..." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I know what you want, and I want it too. So come on. Let's go." Her hands started behind his head and slowly drifted down his chest, lingering on his surprisingly firm pecs, before continuing down to his washboard abs. He seemed really stunned, reluctant to act. She dragged her hands back up to his neck and pulled his lips to hers in a sexually provocative kiss. He drew back, trying to escape from her grasp, but soon gave in, wrapping his arms around her waist. She knew he wouldn't resist anything remotely sexual. He was a guy, after all, and men spend most of their lives searching for new ways to get sexual gratification. This little game would be fun. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Her hands roamed his body, pressing his chest firmly to hers, feeling his passion rising. He suddenly jerked his head away and looked at her in suspicion. "Herb told me you have a boyfriend. You live with a twenty-four year old biker guy, right? So why are you...?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Trying to get in your pants?" He nodded. "Are you saying you don't want to do this?" she asked putting her hand on his thigh. "Come on. I can read you like a book. You want this." She kissed him again, this time feeling his arms wrap instantly around her. His hands roamed her thighs and buttocks as she undulated against him. His heart pounded against his chest and she knew it was almost time. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Though this was purely for humiliation purposes, she was actually enjoying the feeling she had when he held her. She almost wanted to continue kissing him, not to leave his arms. But, she knew who she was and what she wanted. So, just as she could feel a bulge in his pants, she kissed him hard, stood up, and began unplugging her instruments. She quickly grabbed up her small -- almost empty -- bag and walked to the door, unlocking it. Aidan cleared his throat and said, "Where are you going? I thought..." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Oh, I think that the only thought going through your mind dealt with sex. You just said yourself that I have a boyfriend. What kind of a girlfriend would I be if I screwed you?" She smiled that mischievous smile of hers, winked, and said, "I'd rather just screw you over. Bye now, Hot Pants," and left. She cackled maniacally as soon as she stepped into the hallway. She loved messing with boys' minds, yet this one didn't satisfy her like the many before. She shrugged it off and took her long route to the cafeteria. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Aidan was furious. He yelped in anger and kicked over the chair he sat in. He seethed, panting hard in frustration and thought that he should keep this even to himself. Horace would have a field day with this. Aidan knew that the only way to get over this and forget it was to get even with her. He wasn't quite sure how, but he knew he could do it. He waited in the room until he could calm himself -- his rage as well as his tension -- and after that he would begin to plot. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Finally, after a very long period of time, he left to join Herbert at lunch. As they sat at the table, the din of the room overpowering, Aidan decided to find out what there was to do around town. "Is there any kind of entertainment around here?" he shouted over the crowd. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Oh, sure. Probably not much like what you're used to in America, though, but we certainly enjoy ourselves." Horace took a large bite out of his Scooby-Doo-sized sandwich. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Like what?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Well," he replied after swallowing, "there's a big football... er, soccer tournament on Saturday. The whole town gathers to watch the opposing team beat the shite out of ours." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Great. Sounds like loads of fun," Aidan said semi-enthusiastically. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Corinne will be there." Aidan perked up. "Oh, Corinne and her boyfriend love the tournament. They never miss one. Of course, you may not want to see them there. They get a bit frisky at matches and they always sneak off somewhere during the breaks. We can only assume what goes on when they leave, and I honestly don't want to think about it." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Aidan's eyes instinctively narrowed. He couldn't help thinking of how infuriated he was at Corinne. "Right. Do you go?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Of course! I go to every game to support their failure. It's tradition." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Good, I'll go with you. I need some good sports to watch. I just can't seem to understand the announcers on the stations here." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Herbert chuckled. "So, did you go looking for Corinne today? But more importantly, did you find here?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Oh, I went looking, but I must have been on the wrong floor or something. I couldn't find her," he lied. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Well, better luck next time, although I still think you should stay away. She'll toy with you. You'll have no clue what hit you." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Yeah, I bet." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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