WATERED DOWN - O P E N.

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What, Seth a rebel? Nah, he wasn't missing class. It was a Sunday. A decent, fair weather Sunday apart from the constant shift from overcast to clear sky. One minute he could look up at the sky without being blinded and the next he was being blinded. It was a bit frustrating on his part, but he was too lazy to move from his spot. He lay on a bench out by the fountain, one leg bent, foot flat against it, the other lagging over the edge, grazing the pavement bordering the massive courtyard. If he had a tail it would probably be swishing avidly out from underneath him in expression of his cat-like nature. That's not to say he was all that into purring though. It breached the contract of bizarre and abnormal - crossing levels Seth preferred to avoid. He, personally didn't care what everyone else thought of him, but unnecessary attention was annoying and well, just a general pain. So, comfortable as he was, he held off on purring. Instead, he folded his arm behind his head, flickering his eyes shut as the sun poked out from behind the clouds.

He shifted a bit, his free hand snaking into his jean pocket to pull out his iPod. It was clad in a black leather casing, a decorative design sprawled out in white on the back. Without any acknowledgment, aside from the familiarity in the feel of it, he unlocked it, making a quick effort to scroll through his massive list of songs. After a moment of plain indecisiveness, he settled for Prokofiev's Dance of the Knights - a classical piece of distinctive quality. It blared through his massive headphones jolting him slightly. Turning down the volume, he dropped it onto his chest, resuming his almost mindless state which consisted of him staring halfheartedly at the back of his eyelids. For the most part, he couldn't really count for being tired. The general late night, late morning fatigue still held its ground, but he wasn't so sleep deprived so as to fall asleep out in the courtyard of Kostine Academy. Besides, if he did, that would imply that he trusted his fellow students to not steal or do something to him during his dead slumber.

Yeah, no trust came with a price. And frankly, Seth wasn't so keen on putting any investments into it, at least, not for anyone outside of his general crowd. And even then, there were not so trustworthy people. After two years of having attended Kostine, he was pretty confident that the majority of its inhabitants consisted of blabbing, drama-addicted, attention-whores of both the male and female type. He didn't think being a Junior would have changed anything. Realistically, the only thing that appeared to have changed was the number ratios on how many chicks (or dudes) he and his friends had slept with. Not that his number was all that elevated. But he was generally well experienced for his age. His particular summer flings had told him as much anyway. Then again most of them had downed enough alcohol to not be able to tell. Most being the two of the three he'd managed to pick up over the summer break. The third had actually been his girlfriend for a period of two weeks, before she found out he attended an elite boarding school all the way in Ireland. That had ended on a specifically dreadful note. But, he was back in the game, though not necessarily looking. Relationships were a pain, especially when his partners expected more than he could offer. Or when they were annoyingly dependent and clingy.

He moved again, once more tinkering with his iPod to change the music to something else. Halfway down one of his playlists, his attention snapped up toward the fountain. A mound of water splashing upwards upon the impact of something fairly big, a bird perhaps? He blinked, sitting up curiously. Apparently the fairly big object hadn't been a bird at all, but rather a person. He raised his brow resisting the urge to burst into a fit of laughter. It wasn't everyday someone fell into the fountain. Sure, someone was periodically pushed in, but it hardly looked to be the case this time. Nope, this person had stumbled into it all on their lonesome. They probably amounted to being some relative klutz with two left feet or something. Great. His first week back to Kostine and the chaos was already beginning.

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WORDS. 745.
TAGS. ANYONE! PREF. FELLOW JUNIOR.
MUSE. FLEA - CLAZZIQUAI.
OUTFIT. CLICK HUURRR!
NOTES. WHO WANTS TO GET WET? HAHA, SERIOUSLY THE PERSON WHO FELL IN THE FOUNTAIN CAN JUST BE SOME RANDOM PERSON IF NO ONE WANTS TO. XD

lyrics. killer likes candy - i am ghost
credits. template - me; dem. steal and I eat you.
playby. - kevin zegers

[amber]

the colors of rainbows so pretty in the sky
are also on the faces of people going by.

Sunday was both the best, and worst day of the week for numerous reasons. The most obvious reason for it being the worst day of the week was because the realization that the following day would be Monday was sinking in. This realization was usually the death of Amber only because she was a procrastinator and Sunday meant having to complete - within 24 hours - all of her homework assignments that had piled up. Thus, Amber rarely got to enjoy her Sunday - unless she procrastinated further, of course. Now, school aside, Sunday was actually a glorious day. Amber didn't really credit any religious beliefs to the wonderful feeling Sundays gave her. Actually, she didn't have any reason. Sundays she always seemed to wake up earlier than on Saturdays, and when she caught the 'freshness of the Sunday morning', it was simply an amazing feeling that she got for the rest of the day. What was more was that this wasn't just any feeling that she could get from waking up early. If she could feel that great everyday just by waking up early, than she would wake up early everyday. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case; it was just Sundays. So, naturally, with the day being a Sunday, Amber was glowing.

If anybody ever knew Amber, they would know that there was just something about her personality that made people love her - or even hate her for that matter. It all depended upon when one encountered the junior. Since it was a Sunday, and Amber hadn't seen anyone that would diminish her spirits, she felt as though she could float on air; this was the ideal moment for anyone to snatch up Amber for quality company. In fact, as she was waltzing down the halls, she heard her name being called. Turning she smiled and gave a wave at a group of her friends. Amber was friendly with a lot of people, but she only had so many actual friends that she would hang around with. Amber had different groups of friends; she always felt that a mix was important. These teenagers that had called to her were some of her more 'partying' friends, always up for a good time and what better time for their sort of fun than the weekend? And there was definately no time like the present.

They were playing a little game of truth or dare which was so typical that they were having a hard time coming up with different dares. Naturally, Amber didn't hesitate in saying that she would choose a dare over telling the truth. Her dare? 'Fall' into the fountain. Now that was a new one. Normally she got the ridiculous ones because people knew she would actually do them. This though wasn't very crazy. The only problem was that the fountain wasn't very deep and she was more worried about hurting herself than anything else. The last thing she needed was to visit the nurse within the first week of school. She hated the infirmiry and doctors in general. One of her worst fears was to be a patient in a hospital. She didn't let on that the shallow depth of the fountain worried her. If anybody but Amber would do it, they would probably try to get as little wet as possible. Nah, Amber would go out with a splash, and definately not a skimpy one.

Her friends were casually watching from the distance to see if Amber would actually earn the ten points wagered in their game. They had said she needed to be wet from head to toe so she had to put her head under somehow without doing it all the 'sissy' way (which was just lying down in the fountain). It probably would've been the smarter way. Ignoring this thought and the scattered people in the courtyard, she hopped up onto the lip of the fountain. Some people sat there sometimes, but normally if anyone was caught standing on it staff would reprimand them. Oh, well - it was Sunday after all; what could go wrong? So she walked, and walked, and walked around the fountain looking for a specific spot that told her that it was a good place for the worst to happen. She did a little dance, waved to her friends, and fell in the most idiotic way imaginable. Backwards.

The water was about a foot and a half deep, so it could've been worse. It was just the rock used to build the fountain that did the most damage. She had fallen with her arms outstretched, but caught herself as she fell so that she wouldn't smash her head. It didn't help much. She held her breath, only taking a quick little gasp because it was all she thought she needed. When she hit the concrete she immediately took a gasp for air, having temporarily lost all breath. Taking in water instead of air sent her sitting up in a coughing fit, in the fountain. Maybe it wasn't as ridiculous of a dare as she had thought, but then again, she didn't exactly think of how to execute it like her clever mind usually did.

Yeah, so I dunno how much sense that actually made, haha, I was just rambling on about something or another and didn't actually read it over. Anyway, the music credit is to What A Wonderful World, Louis Armstrong.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

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It was probably a good thing Seth had chosen to lay where he had, otherwise, he'd probably have ended up just as wet as the apparent klutz floundering in the water. Initially he would have gone for the concrete lip of the fountain, it was actually much more comfortable than the benches seeing as it was a flat surface as opposed wooden ridges designed specifically for sitting purposes. What had held him off was the paranoia of accidentally dropping his iPod in there or something, so he was pretty happy that he had taken to the bench instead. He was pretty sure that if his iPod died the first month of the school year, he would have killed himself. His iPod was technically his lifeline. He went no where without it. It was by far his most pathetic obsession and probably the only one that actually debilitated him. He would deliberately play hooky if he forgot to charge his iPod for the day. He was convinced that without it, his brain turned to jello and his work ethics plummeted. Pure silence made it incredibly hard for him to concentrate, so he wouldn't bother attending, at least, not until it was fully charged.

That was probably one of those little things, that he really didn't make the effort to tell people, if only on account of not having that issue addressed. He didn't want to imagine what life would be like without his music. Which is why he was so paranoid about being close to the fountain. The figure in the fountain was completely and utterly drenched and it took him a moment in which he narrowed his gaze to figure out just who it was. A devious grin spread across his lips as he stood, knocking the headphones down around his neck. Amber Crowne, a fellow junior and someone he formally enjoyed picking on, if only because of her general disposition - which happened to tick Seth off for whatever reason. There was just something about her that irked him and frankly while he had no idea what it was, he didn't really care all that much to find out. However, he couldn't pass up the chance to harass the girl about her current tumble into the fountain.

Casually, he approached the fountain, his hands shoved into his jean pockets, "Hey Crowne, expecting to turn into a mermaid or something? I don't imagine you'd be a very graceful one," he commented, his smirk deepening as he stood a couple inches away from the fountain. Him and Crowne, were not generally on good terms. It was rare for him to converse with her without instigating the need to insult her for one reason or another. In retrospect it was really just his way of dealing with her without going so far as to hating her guts, "Unless you deliberately fell in. In which case, you might want to get that brain of yours checked out," he said tapping his temple to augment the effect of his words. Seth wasn't a genuinely mean person. No, he just wasn't exactly nice or kind... or friendly. Which is probably what put him at odds with his occasional classmate. Truth was, he was just too honest with himself, and everyone else. He knew exactly who he was and he wasn't ashamed of it.

"So tell me. Would you prefer to be a fish? Or a mammal?" he really had no idea where he was going with this, though he was pretty sure that that was about as far as he was willing to stretch it. If only because he didn't want the sopping wet female to make him and equally sopping wet male. His cell phone, and his iPod would die. That didn't sit well with him. Speaking of which, he pulled out his phone, grinning madly as he clicked through its contents until he found the function for his camera, "Smile for the camera Crowne," He taunted, snapping a picture of the soaked junior. He could have probably insinuated that he was going to post it up on facebook, but in all actuality he was probably just going to delete it after he got a decent reaction out of her. He didn't make a habit of virally embarrassing someone. It pushed his moral boundaries a little too much.

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WORDS. 721.
TAGS. AMBER.
MUSE. DEJAME GRITAR - KUDAI
OUTFIT. CLICK HUURRR!
NOTES. DUN DUN DUN.

lyrics. killer likes candy - i am ghost
credits. template - me; dem. steal and I eat you.
playby. - kevin zegers

[amber]

the colors of rainbows so pretty in the sky
are also on the faces of people going by.

Oh, God, she thought in the midst of her coughing fit, I can't breathe. A part of her mind was panicking, another part of her mind was laughing at the panicking part. She obviously could breathe or else she wouldn't be coughing in the first place. As much as she'd deny it, Amber could be a pessimist, always worried that the worst was or would happen. The panicking part of her mind was a lot smaller than the other "parts" (if one could go so far as to divide the mind like that), but it seemed to always come up with countless forms of disaster. Ohp, you got a concusion, which was the thought that followed the innitial I-can't-breathe thought. Now, the sensible part of her mind was thinking the quite opposite. In fact, there wasn't much room for any more worry because all of the oxygen she had just taken in was being let out through laughter with the occasional cough. For a moment Amber was dizzy, but it passed quickly. She rubbbed the back of her head for a moment and squinted at the sun. It was a lovely Sunday.

The day would've become increasingly lovely if her head didn't hurt... and if Seth Porter wasn't present. She didn't really have a hatred for the boy because she was sure he could be nice if he wanted to, but that was the key: he had to want to. Neither of them wanted to get along actually. Seth didn't really like Amber, Amber didn't really like Seth. It was just the way the cards fell and it seemed like Amber had been the one to knock them all over on the first meeting. How? She never really knew what it was she did, but sometimes there wasn't a reason necessary. His voice was just enough to make the birds flying around Amber's head stop singing; it wasn't a pleasant replacement.

His words were obviously sarcastic and meant to stab at her. That's how their conversations went after all, so Amber wasn't expecting anything less. On any given day, Amber could've come up with a smart remark for each comment, but she just wasn't up to it today. She would give him the usual sass he was probably expecting, but tone it down just slightly. Out of all of the people to catch her in the act of "falling" into the fountain it just had to be him. At his last comment though, she just had to give a response. "You know, that's a wonderful question," she began, even though she knew he didn't really want to hear any of it. She'd do what she did best in his presence, and give him the opposite. "I think, a fish suits me best right now, but that'd be unfortunate because I'd be missing out on all of these fountains." Yes, she was giving a little stab at herself, but the goal of somebody annoying another was to get a reaction which was exactly what Amber was not going to do yet.

When he pulled out his phone, Amber knew immediately what his plan was. Who wouldn't take a picture of a girl who had just fallen into a fountain? Actually, Amber probably wouldn't. It wasn't her sort of thing. Besides, camera phones were nothing compared to the real thing she had nestled safely in her suite. Camera phones could barely capture anything at all, but still, Amber would flash her pearly whites. As she had done with his taunts, she gave him the reaction he didn't want. Perhaps that was part of the reason she got on his nerves so much - because she wouldn't let on how much he got on her nerves. So she gave him a charming smile, as he had said. Smile for the camera, Amber, she thought to herself. If it was going to wind up on facebook, why not have that trademark smile in there? Besides, maybe if it looked like she intended on being in the fountain and the photo came out good, she could very well use it as her profile picture just to spite him.

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Seth didn't hate Amber. It was a common misconception made, and it was certainly understandable, but he had never claimed to hate her in anyway. Not openly and not internally. She was just someone he heavily enjoyed harassing because she usually reacted in such a way that killed his incessant boredom. Though it was true that she did annoy him, a lot. But if anything, she was like a goldfish. The one with the small itty bitty tank that he poked to annoy the hell out of the thing. It was a great analogy considering the circumstances and he was sincerely contemplating on nicknaming her. Actually, he wasn't contemplating. He'd decided to nickname her. But that would have to wait. Because at the moment, she seemed to be reacting a lot less high strung than he had hoped. What? No usual bitchy retort? He was heavily disappointed. And here he made all this effort to walk over and bother her. And for what? A cheeky picture of her grinning while soaking wet and perched in the fountain water. If actually did put that on facebook he would get no satisfaction from it at that point.

He glared at her, his disappointment more obvious than he intended for it to be. The fact that she had actually only responded verbally to his rhetorical question had peeved him a bit. She was doing it on purpose. Intending to piss him off by not reacting as she usually would. Well then. He was going to try a hundred times harder. Even if the outcome might be him fleeing from crowne-zilla. How epically frightening. But, he wasn't going to lose, especially to the likes of Amber Crowne. It would damage his reputation if he let that happen. Not that he had much of one - or at least, not one that could apply to anything important. What did his rep actually consist off? Mainly - his pissy attitude, his generally irritated disposition, and his exceptional piano skills. It was pretty down graded though. The lime light wasn't in his interest much at all and he preferred his simple life. Yeah, a lot of people knew who he was appearance wise ans maybe even personality wise, but he only had a limited group of friends. One of them being the wonderfully generous Corbi Daniels - who he greatly enjoyed being a brat around.

With Amber however, he enjoyed being an ass. He closed his phone, shoving it into his pocket, "You really are no fun when you're all wet and soggy," He muttered eying the girl with avid irritation. Seth's biggest problem, was his constant case of boredom. He lacked severely in the hobby department and he further lacked in the socially active department, so most of time had been donated to bothering people like Corbi, or better yet, Amber. Albeit he treated them both very differently. The main reason being, he actually liked Corbi and though he didn't hate Amber. He didn't like her much either. And that feeling was more than mutual from what he understand. But, for all he knew, she could have some masochistic crush on him. It wasn't so far fetched when he thought about it - but he remained on the doubtful side. Probably a good thing too, because otherwise he'd have walked himself into a mine field. And the thought was hardly pleasing. In fact it would have been much worse than the egg shells he was already threading on.

"I don't suppose you like it in there? I mean, since you so casually fell I can only assume, but your brain must be seriously unhinged for you to be such a bloody klutz," he started on again, standing before the fountain in which she was still sitting, "Well, I suppose I could be somewhat sympathetic if that's the case. Need help getting out?" he mocked, very clearly annoyed. The fountain was what? only a foot deep or something like that. "Or can the graceless, obnoxious little Fishy swim her way out?" And there it was, her new nickname that would forever remind him of her sopping wet form sitting stupidly in the fountain. Ohh bitter, but what was she expecting? Oh hell, like he cared. He knew what he was expecting and that was all that mattered as far as he was concerned.

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WORDS. 724.
TAGS. CROWNE-ZILLA.
MUSE. CESSE LA PLUIE - ANGUNN
OUTFIT. CLICK HUURRR!
NOTES. >:3

lyrics. killer likes candy - i am ghost
credits. template - me; dem. steal and I eat you.
playby. - kevin zegers

[amber]

the colors of rainbows so pretty in the sky
are also on the faces of people going by.

That's one point for Amber, and so far none for Seth. His disappointment was displayed in his expression, and she couldn't help but grin at that. He wanted more from her; he wanted the reaction that would give him satisfaction and quite possibly fear if he pushed it far enough. Nah, nobody could ever really be afraid of Amber. She was all bark, and no bite unless she was pushed far enough which had never happened before. At home, when her father upset her (which was rather rare), she would probably start yelling, slam doors, and on one occasion she had thrown her notebook across the room - but that was just one occasion. She was never actually physical so there was nothing to fear but potentially damaging words. Now if Amber was ever angry enough, then that could be a different story.

"Oh, I'm not?" she pouted sarcastically, "And to think that I did all of this for your entertainment." She had actually done it for her own entertainment - and points in the everlasting game of truth or dare, of course. She began twisting her hair around her finger until her brown locks stoped dripping and were just damp instead. She continued to sit in the fountain, and she didn't really know why she hadn't gotten out yet. It would give her an escape from Seth. The longer she sat there, the easier it would be for him to bother her. All he had to do was enjoy the crisp air and taunt her, and all she could do was sit there and take it while throwing a few punches of her own. Actually, it was a bit of a win-win up until Amber decided she better get out of the fountain before faculty came around. While she loved doing the crazy things, she wasn't too fond of consequences and punishment. That was something off about Amber. Somebody would probably think she loved giving authority sass, but it was actually amazing the difference was when Amber was with friends and with authority figures. It'd be horrible if Seth caught this side of her. Why should she let on that there was vulnerability in her? It was quite the opposite of what Seth knew of her. Amber didn't want Seth to know her any differently.

When he offered to help her out, she knew instantly he didn't actually mean it, especially since he followed it with a comment that explained it all. Hell, now she even had a nickname! "Like it?" she responded, "I love it actually." She then fell back on her elbows and tilted her head back - resoaking the hair she had tried to dry slightly. Then she hummed a little and closed her eyes, as if it were a summer day and she were on a cruise, soaking in the sunlight, sunbathing by the pool. Oh, what a lovely image she had in her head. Unfortunately, she had to open her eyes eventually and when she did the image of Seth was still in front of her. She didn't have a comeback to his graceless comment though she did say softly, as if contemplating the nickname, "Fishy... Hmm, I like it." She tilted her head, slightly and grinned up at him. What good was a taunting nickname if it didn't do any sort of taunting at all?

It was time to get out of the fountain though. It wasn't warm water innitially, and she was only chilling herself more by sitting there longer. She stood up, and twirled her hair once more, making it drip until it was merely damp. Then she messed it up a little bit so it wouldn't appear like an odd twist anymore. She was wearing dark wash jeans, which just appeared darker when wet, and a thin white t-shirt. Thankfully, due to the t-shirt being rather low cut, she was wearing a hot pink camisole underneath so her bra wasn't revealed. Standing there she had to fight the urge to lay back down all because of the breeze that came sweeping through. It would've been warmer in the water. Still, she sucked it up and casually stepped out of the fountain; her ballet flats were uncomfortable while they were wet and she wanted nothing more than to take them off. "And for your information, I can be graceful," she informed him, hands on her hips, her eyes locked on his. Amber had to tilt her head back slightly because she was standing merely a foot away and he was about seven inches taller than her; she was modeling an expression of defiance mixed with annoyance.

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Well, this was certainly going much differently than he was hoping. So much for that. His intentions had formally backfired as it appeared, Crowne had developed a couple extra brain cells over the summer. Fuck. Where was Corbi when he needed her? Probably somewhere bothering people to photograph them or something. He was going to have to change his tactics then, seeing as she'd changed hers and was making more of a joke out of it then anything. What happened to the bitchy Crowne-zilla? Unless she was high on something, which would explain her arbitrary tumble into the courtyard fountain. It wouldn't really surprise him either if that was the case. Drugs were inevitable in high school - and even at the isolated academy. People knew how to smuggle and even profit from it, of course, he was neither a user or a seller himself though. Surprisingly. He'd been suspected of it a few times, but if anybody would believe it, he'd never even lit up a joint or even held one for that matter. He did however try smoking at one point, but it didn't last and he was no longer interested. Aside from most his age, he actually wanted a future that didn't incorporate health hazards.

Though, if he let things go the way they were, Amber was going to be his own health hazard. She was seriously starting to pick at his last nerve and she was enjoying it too. This was supposed to be the other way around. He sneered at her sarcasm as she continued to loiter stupidly in the fountain. By now, they'd attracted a few on-lookers, which he was hardly appreciative of. If it was one thing he hated, it was having the lime light shone down on him, spot lighting Seth in all his irritation. He may not have cared about what went through an on-lookers head, but he could have done without the rumors and the nonsense that did nothing but piss him off when they followed him around. Admittedly, some were pretty funny - like the one about him and Amber sexing it up in the staff's bathroom (fucking priceless), but otherwise they were just a general pain to have to answer to. Last time someone come up to him with something ludicrous he nearly flipped - simply because he was tired of hearing about it. Of course, it didn't help that he never actually denied any of the rumors either. What was the point? Most of them were actually true... like his hiding behind a tree from horny freshmen whilst half drunk. But that was entirely besides the point.

He crossed his arms disapprovingly, ignoring her comments if only out of pure bitterness. He was clearly not winning this battle. Silently as she continued to blunder around in the water, he recalculated. What would piss her off? He broke into a bit of a sly grin, seemingly a reaction of her approval of being called Fishy. Though realistically he was grinning for an entirely different reason. He'd probably stick with the nickname regardless, simply in attempt to annoy her in the future. Though, Crowne-zilla was also likely to stick when it was relevant. Absently running his hand back through his hair he eyed the wet junior, watching her as she finally made to crawl her way out of the fountain - proceeding to deny her clumsiness. He snorted plainly, his irritation still bubbling to some degree (even though it was to be dismissed shortly), "Which explains why you're dripping wet and making every effort to grin it off as a joke," He sneered, sarcasm running of his tongue, "You really are pathetic Crowne," he added just for extra measure before setting into motion.

They stood only about a foot away from each other, which made this particularly easier for him. His fiendish grin crept back up as he quickly stepped forward not even remotely hesitating to slip his arm around Amber's wet slender waist. He pulled her against him breaking the distance in a rather abrupt motion. Physically he was stronger on account of basic genetics making it less difficult than it would have been. At his point, his face inches away from her he shot her an insidious smirk, using his free hand to grapple onto her dominant wrist. He ignored the fact that in this whole process, he was getting wet - where he initially was hoping not to. But sacrifices could be made, even his pride as he made his last attempt to get under her skin, "You know. Looking at you like this; dripping wet and all, I'm beginning to see you in a different light," He breathed slyly face mere inches from hers, "Maybe this graceless Fishy has merit elsewhere," he hinted tightening his hold on her. Despite what he may have been saying, he had zero intentions of making those rumors about the staff bathroom true - particularly what supposedly took place. In fact, if anything he was making an effort to insult her. Either way, if she went for the bait or not, the advantage was now his so long as he dealt his cards correctly.

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WORDS. 861.
TAGS. CROWNE-ZILLA.
MUSE. BUMBY RIDE - MOHOMBI.
OUTFIT. CLICK HUURRR!
NOTES. I COULDN'T RESIST... BUT I IMAGINE THIS IS NOT GOING TO END WELL.

lyrics. killer likes candy - i am ghost
credits. template - me; dem. steal and I eat you.
playby. - kevin zegers

[amber]

the colors of rainbows so pretty in the sky
are also on the faces of people going by.

She had the upperhand; it was a new, wonderful feeling. For the past two years at Kostine, it was apparent that Seth was a lot better at pissing off Amber than Amber was pissing off Seth. He had more control than she did in most cases. She'd just blow up in the past which was something that he got pleasure out of. Why wouldn't he? When Amber saw somebody get angry because of her intentional actions, then it was funny. It wasn't funny when somebody was angry with Amber when Amber didn't want them to be. Now, in this case, she was loving that Seth was squirming because she knew she had done it and she hadn't done it to actually damage him, just to get him a little flustered. As much as he was trying to hide it, Amber knew. Was this how he felt for the past two years of his academic carreer? Oh, Amber had been missing out! She should've tried this tactic earlier on, it would've gotten her so much...

Farther. He had regained the lost battle ground with one swift action and was now coming out ahead. Though it wasn't his 'pathetic' comment that had done it. In fact, she just kept the grin and told him otherwise. "I think you're just afraid to admit that you're enjoying it just as much as I am," she shrugged, "After all, if I were you finding me pathetic, I'd be wasting my time elsewhere." And that was when she would make her leave, the grandest exit of all exits. She knew how she was going to leave; she would hop up on the fountain and dance around it like she had when she was searching for the perfect place to fall. Now, in a perfect world she would suddenly have some gymnastics abilities and she would do flips on the fountain rim. Then again, in a perfect world she wouldn't really be in this scenario involving Seth and the fountain in the first place. And she definately would not be on his arm.

It all happened rather fast, really. Amber was a petite girl and Seth naturally had the physical advantage. His actions were less than difficult to accomplish though the swiftness - let alone the move itself - was unexpected. The entire thing took her by surprise and for a moment she just stood there in shock. She knew better than to think the move had any meaning behind it, but she didn't know what the point of it was. If that was all he was going to do to get under her skin, if that was the final attempt, it was a weak one although for a moment she was at her weakest. Having been taken so suddenly and drawn to him so suddenly, she didn't really know what to do. Any normal girl would've been like, 'yes!' because it was true, Seth was quite attractive. Unfortunately for Amber, she was just 'any normal girl' being drawn close for romantic purposes. She was the opposite; all of this was the opposite and it was so wrong. When she looked up she just saw his grin. Damn, that grin. She wanted to smack it off his face because she knew she had no way to get out of this. No clever remark was coming to mind right now, and he knew it. She knew that he knew it. Worse yet, she knew, that he knew, that she knew it and that was what was getting at her. That and his words, of course.

He knew how to hit the spot and it wasn't the pleasant kind. It was the kind that was like a punch in the gut that for a moment stung, and in the next moment made the punched want to punch back harder. It wasn't the first comments that got her. It was the one about merit elsewhere. Obviously she knew very well what he was talking about, and she knew very well where he got the idea. Besides the rumours floating about about Seth and Amber doing some naughty things, there were also rumours about Amber and other people. So maybe Amber enjoyed some parties, and maybe she enjoyed some harmless gambling with other students, and maybe during that gambling the participants wagered clothes, and maybe... okay, so there were a lot of maybes, but maybe those maybes didn't actually mean anything.

Anger flashed in her eyes, and in that minute he won and she lost control that she had worked so hard to have. He had her dominant wrist, which was rather unfortunate because she had plans for him that required her being able to use that wrist. It was apparent he had gotten on her last nerve. He had no right to say any of that, especially since in most of those rumours he was involved too. "I'm sure you'd like to find out," she said back softly in a dry voice. She would've tried to keep control, but she really couldn't help it. Her eyes dropped, and when they lifted once more, she took her free hand and made to slap him across the face. Now, wouldn't that be something?

Music credit is to What A Wonderful World, Louis Armstrong.[/blockquote][/blockquote]