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- Posted: Mon, 04 Feb 2013 21:40:54 +0000
- youcanfindmehere: some random lounge
whatiwillbethinking: this is what the omen was for
inthepresenceof: arch enemy, surprisingly alive girl
Zayne hurried in the dorm building, escaping from the torrential rain. Talk about a bad omen, he thought darkly, as he shook off water droplets from his umbrella and stowed it away in his suitcase. Inspecting his dry clothes and running his fingers through his blond hair, a smirk of satisfaction pulled at the corner of his mouth as it was now obvious that he'd got to his destination virtually unscathed.
After consulting the map in his hands and surveying his surroundings, he headed out one of the doorways in the lobby, in the direction of the dorms. At least that's where he hoped they were. As he walked on, Zayne failed to see anyone wandering the halls. Everyone is probably tucked inside of their rooms, he thought with exasperation, as he lowered his eyes to the map once more. Let's see...I think I'm heading the right way...
Looking back up, Zayne had just enough time to stop himself from colliding with a girl holding a small stack of papers, heading the opposite direction. In almost no time at all, the startled and disoriented new student morphed into a charming and playful prince. He was taller than her, enough that his eyes easily got their fill without him obviously scanning her up and down. Meeting her blue eyes, he grinned. Almost a shame we didn't collide into each other.
"It's a relief to see one shining ray on such a dark and miserable day, though you have to excuse me," Zayne remarked, gesturing at his bag, and slowly started walking away, throwing a wink at her. "I'm sure we'll bump into each other again. You're too pretty to meet just once."
Zayne was fully aware he laid it on thick and that he was walking away from the girl he just put effort into buttering, but it was one of his more well-known moves. Make yourself unforgettable and mysterious--they'll come crawling. Zayne knew how much power being interesting was--it made people want more and more. It was the very thing the girls he had been with lacked and something he always pretended to be, secretly afraid of how boring the real him was.
With a sigh, he turned a corner, glaring at the useless map in his hands. There was something Zayne disliked more than being lost: being alone. Looking at the empty hall around him with extreme displeasure, he thought he heard a familiar voice. His eyes widened and the hairs on the back of his neck rose. It can't be.
Quickly following the sound, Zayne opened one of the doors, his frantic disbelief overpowering his manners. Luckily, a momentary glimpse made it obvious that where he just stormed in wasn't a dorm, but a rec room of sorts. Zayne dropped his bag at the sight of the redhead only a handful feet away from him. "Ter?!" His shock soon turned into disgust as he closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I never thought I'd be stuck going to the same school as the infamous scarlet demon."
Almost as if his playboy senses were tingling, he opened his eyes, his gaze falling on a girl beside his life-long next door neighbor. Bewildered, he looked at Terrance, wondering why a female was in this menace's midst and seemingly unharmed. Feeling confusion and a slight fear for her safety, he stepped closer to the pair, keeping a careful watch on the ill-tempered teenager. "Terror, you didn't plan harming this poor girl, did you?" Zayne glanced at her and at the sight of her pretty face, he silently cursed Terrance. He prided himself on being able to maintain his composure regardless of the situation and abhorred this unfamiliar tinge of embarrassment. This guy has always brought out the worst in me.