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 Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:50 am
Forcing his arms in the proper position, Varian shot a nasty glare at Kayce. Kayce kept much quieter about her anger (until she could strike back, anyway), but he had no such qualms.
"What, feeling jealous?"
A taunting tone, while he kept his eyes fixed on the teacher - and made sure that it was kept low enough that nobody else would hear. He wasn't going to get scolded by the teacher as well, if he had anything to do with it. Not in front of this - harlot.
He felt proud that he remembered that word; someone called a woman in there that once, and he'd looked it up.
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:57 am
Kayce didn't see the glare directly, but she did catch see his head move ever so slightly in her direction. That usually meant a nasty look, so she assumed he was displeased with her. Good. She didn't like him much either.
The instructor finished with fifth position, which had the heel of the one foot against the toes of the other, with both feet pointed outward. It didn't seem too challenging, which gave Kayce the opportunity to mutter a response, as quietly as she could.
"Jealous of the fact that you look like a silly girl? I think not."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 6:47 pm
The rest of the lesson was carried on in the same vein; insults sniped at each other behind the teachers back, and the near occasion of Varian restraining himself from strangling Kayce.
Or clawing her. She'd look better with scratches on her face, he decided.
But by the end of the lesson, he was not a happy boy...but he was determined to be much better in ballet then her. And he had finally learned her name.
Kayce. He'd be better then her, he wouldn't let himself be any worse.
((And ta-da~ the end!))
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