It's common knowledge that Louis Lars is in possession of quite a few metaphorical sticks up her a**. It's why most kids avoid her and why most teachers pick her for stupid jobs like watching the class while they're out shirking their work.
Naturally of course, it confuses many on why you're always trying to talk to her. Sometimes it confuses you too, but it's not like you're admitting that to anyone. After all, it's not like Louis acts particularly warmer towards you nor are there any benefits to talking to her.
Well, as far as you know anyways.
"White citrus." You comment as she walks past you, books in her hands and hawk's nose tilted in the sky. She pauses and that particularly pointy nose swings in your direction, ridiculously blue eyes snapping in your direction as even more ridiculously thick eyebrows push over them.
"What on earth are you talking about, Elizabeth?" She demands, voice a bit snippy as laced up black boots -- shined to perfection, of course -- turn in your direction, a bony hip being jut out from underneath a skirt.
You dont know why you're watching her body motions so thoroughly. It's a weird habit of yours and you know it's pretty creepy, but you cant help but be interested in the way she moves anyways. It's like everything about her is intense.
You blink, shaking away your incredibly stupid thoughts to offer a tilt of your head with a little smile. "Your bodyspray is white citrus today, right? Usually it's sugarpea. Trying to impress somebody?"
Louis's face begins to flush red, but you're unable to witness the spectacle as a pair of heavy, dark arms sling themselves around your shoulders.
"Wow, talk about creepy El." A male voice jeers behind you, followed by a scraping of hair across your cheek that you make a point to splutter out. A white toothed grin is flashed your way by the dark skinned male now resting his head on your shoulder. "Smelling people now, are we?"
UGH EW WHERE WAS I EVEN GOING WITH THIS
· Tue Jul 30, 2013 @ 06:40am · 0 Comments