Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she scanned the bleachers. There were a few boys as always, there strictly for the show. But then she spotted him again, still in the same seat, still as distant as ever. And all of a sudden he interested her.
He didn't acknowledge her when she approached him. She almost didn't want to bother him, but then decided it would be for his own good.
"Come here often?" She asked. He looked up, assuming a gentle smile.
"More and more as of late. This place brings me a certain comfort. I find it difficult to explain." He was certainly stuffy, but then he seemed familiar too. She pushed that thought aside.
"I take it you're not here to enjoy the view, then?" He shook his head.
"I don't often give the impression, but I can appreciate beauty. Perhaps not as much as some others I could name," One of the other boys hurled an indistinct cat call, "But I do, nonetheless. But that isn't why I come here." Usually at this point she would make some excuse and leave the poor soul alone, but not this time. Why else would he be here if not to ogle?
"Then what do you come here for?" She sat down two rows ahead of him, looking up.
"If you are really so inclined, I'll tell you. But first you must convince me." She smiled in spite of herself; even his cheek was well said.
"I see you here a lot, and it's obviously not for the sake of the girls. You're always so distant, as if you weren't here at all. Dwelling on something you lost, maybe?" She took a wild guess. He didn't say anything for a moment. Then, as the practice game went on without her, he spoke.
"I've always been envious of athletes. You see my brother is a pinnacle of physical development; he's so strong and coordinated that watching ...
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...hin earshot look her way. Usually she could shrug it off, but the knowledge that he'd heard made it almost unbearable. The blood rushed to her cheeks, so she turned away from him.
"Guess the rest of this stimulating conversation will have to wait." She managed.
"Miss," He called before she had taken two steps. She turned.
"It's Kurana." He bowed his head politely.
"Kurana then. Don't worry about the words and thoughts of others. More often than not they are simply smoke on the breeze, vanishing without a trace." Despite her embarrassment, she smiled.
"So...what's your name?" He bowed his head apologetically this time.
"Forgive me, where are my manners? My name is Rythen; it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Yeah, he was stuffy all right. But she didn't really mind.
"Well, Rythen...maybe I'll see you tomorrow." He shrugged.
"You may at that."
It had been more than a year since she had last seen him and for her nothing about him changed. His eyes still held a big mystery that only a few people she knew had the privileged to decipher. She was proud of the fact that she saw herself as one of those people. His demeanor remained lazy and bored and nothing about him emit that he was genius inside.
"What, exactly, did you think you were doing?" Reinhardt's calm, but stern voice filtered in through the haze surrounding her head.
“Why are you here?” Violet asks. Then I see her eyes land on my outfit. Her amber eyes widened. “Oh. That makes sense. Did you really get confused for me?”
"It makes you wonder if humans are the residents he was talking about," George said. He relaxed in the bar stool. "You know they tried to evict me once. I was young, right out of college..."
An uncomfortable silence filled the air until Ralph cleared his throat and said, “So why’d you want to meet me here?”
The boy brushes past her, not bothering to say sorry. He didn't want to speak to her, not even a mere word because he simply didn't want to speak to anybody at this point.
“No, I read your face. Now are you going to ask why I am here? Or better yet, why are you here?” His smile, dispassionate as he finished.
His words were a mix of cliché and poetic rhetoric she couldn’t shake off. She was as attracted to him as she hoped he was to her. After some small talk, the music queued their exit to a quieter, and his invitation didn’t wait.
“Oh?” She grinned and cunningly narrowed her eyes. “So, you’re telling me that a place where legally shooting a certain someone with a hard pellet doesn’t interest you? Maybe I should call it off.”
"Oh he was just being aggravating. He said my pants are too tight." I said rolling my eyes. Just then Jedyn decided it was a good idea to pipe in.
"I'm gonna go talk to her...explain things a bit," I say, and start towards Becca. "I'll start digging your grave. Rest in peace man!" Drew shouts. I roll my eyes. Ever since I've met him, he's been an overdramatic oaf.
“See Rache. I told you I always liked him,” Leena giggled, motioning towards Justin. “He was always friendly and polite, unlike some people,” she threw me a smug
“Looking at the stars again? If you hadn’t been doing this for the past few nights I would say that you didn’t have anything on your mind.” He asked.
Once he’d realized he had had her absolute attention, he smiled… almost deviously it seemed. “So um, just so you know, we don’t like y...
“Yes, I do recall knowing something about your world for it being bland and destroyed of nature.”